𝘼 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝖪𝖳𝖧 Halal 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ||

Chap 10: Unable to Disintiguish

"TAEHYUNG'S SCANDAL: K-POP IDOL CAUGHT IN PROSTITUTE SCANDAL - SHOCKING PHOTOS REVEAL ALL!"

Taehyung's eyes remained fixed on the billboard, the words taunting him like a cruel mantra. The headline screamed at him in bold letters.
Below the headline, a blurry image showed Taehyung having a blonde haired girl sitting on his lap inappropriately but her face wasn't showing. The photo was taken on the night of the scandal, and it seemed to implicate him in a salacious affair. The accompanying article likely elaborated on the sordid details, splashing his mistakes across the media for all to see.

The shame and guilt that had been simmering inside him boiled over, threatening to consume him whole. He felt like he was living in a nightmare, with no escape from the consequences of his actions.
Taehyung's eyes remained fixed on the billboard, the words taunting him like a cruel mantra. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up from the shame and guilt that consumed him. The children's laughter and playful shouts faded into the background as he struggled to come to terms with the magnitude of his mistakes.

He slowly got up, his movements mechanical, as if his body was on autopilot. The children approached him cautiously, sensing something was wrong. One of them, a little girl with big brown eyes, asked, "Uncle, are you okay?"
Taehyung forced a weak smile, trying to reassure her, but his eyes betrayed him, welling up with tears. He quickly turned away, not wanting to burden them with his troubles. He took a few steps back, his eyes still fixed on the billboard, the words seared into his memory like a branding iron.

The children exchanged worried glances, sensing that something was seriously wrong, his usual bright smile and infectious laughter replaced by a haunted look that sent shivers down their spines.

As Taehyung stood there, frozen in shame and regret, the children slowly backed away, giving him space. They knew that sometimes, even words of comfort couldn't heal the wounds that ran too deep. And so, they left him alone, surrounded by the echoes of his past mistakes, the weight of which threatened to crush him at any moment.

Taehyung's mind raced with questions, but his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He couldn't focus on anything except the burning desire to know who had betrayed him. Who had leaked those photos? Who had tipped off the paparazzi about his whereabouts that night?
He thought back to the events leading up to the scandal, replaying every moment in his head. He had been careful, always looking over his shoulder, making sure no one was following him. But somehow, someone had still managed to catch him in the act.

A name flashed in his mind - his former manager, Joon. They had parted ways a few months ago, and Taehyung had thought it was amicable. But now, he wondered if Joon had been seeking revenge. Or was it someone else entirely?
The more he thought about it, the more his head spun. He needed answers, but he had no idea where to start looking. The only thing he knew was that he had to clear his name, no matter what it took.

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Taehyung trudged along the familiar path, his feet heavy with the weight of his shame. He couldn't bear to look up, fearing he'd see the disappointment in his grandmother's eyes. As he approached the house, he noticed her standing in the doorway,

She saw taehyung coming her face lighted up, smiling she said

"Oh dear you're back let's-" she stopped what she was saying seeing taehyung's face which was pale and his head was low.

"Taehyung, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

Taehyung tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. He shook his head, unable to meet her gaze.