kim taehyung, a world famous actor, is known for his great acting skills and beautiful face. during a shooting at jinhit entertainment, he's almost saved from being heavily injured. turns out, his manager was the mastermind. the manager is arrested...
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The alarm blared, and Taehyung groaned, shifting in his bed.
He reached out his arm to dismiss it on his phone, his arm aching due to the movement. He sighed through his nose, looking outside the window. Bright sunlight shined through the curtains, casting a beautiful glow to the room.
It had been a few days since he had arrived in New York. He had bought a luxury apartment, instead of renting one, as he didn't know how long he had to stay.
He hadn't gone to visit his assigned therapist. Park Eun was his name, a renowned therapist in New York. He was supposed to be great, but time would tell. Taehyung thought there was nothing wrong with him, he was just back to his usual cold, rude self. But the doctor in Seoul thought he was in a trauma, so he needed to find out what actually was wrong with him.
News of his arrival to the US had made headlines. Many of his international fans had heard the news of his scandal, and only a small crowd was there to welcome him. Only his most loyal fans. He had been screaming inside. He was famous for a scandal now. His song had dropped from the charts. The song he wrote for...And his movies were making less money.
Taehyung shook his head. Don't think about it in the morning. He looked at his phone as he sat up, groaning. No messages. He also had logged off his social media accounts, as people were leaving hate comments and things like that for him to see.
Taehyung sighed again. He smelled his breath. Ugh!, he winced. He hadn't brushed since a few days, nor had he taken a bath. Faint facial hair were now visible on his face. He didn't feel like shaving either.
He went to the bathroom to answer the nature's call, then came back and threw himself on the bed again. Why did he bother setting an alarm if he wasn't going to wake up? Well, he had hopes.
He rubbed his cheeks against the soft fabric. He missed his bed, he missed his home.
His stomach let out a soft growl. He was hungry, but he didn't have the energy to make breakfast. He had applied much effort to go to the bathroom, he wasn't going anywhere now.
His limbs were aching too. This was the result of not eating healthy food for a few days. He had just ordered pizza every night when he was too hungry to even think. And pizza doesn't give make you healthy.
He looked at the closed window in silence, except for birds chirping.
He didn't know what he wanted anymore. His acting career was over. What was there for him to do now? He could give up, though. Give up his life. This torturous hell.
The silence was depressing.
He hated it. He hated the feeling that came along with it.
Emptiness.
.........
Jungkook watched Jimin write his songs.
He was in his office. He couldn't bear another second in Taehyung's office. And now that he was gone, he didn't have any job. So Jimin had called him over. Jimin understood what he was going through, and thought he could use some company instead of whiling his time away at home.
Jimin had tried to convince Jungkook to become his manager, but he had refused. "What about your current one? I just can't make her jobless", he had said.
"Is this a love song?", Jungkook asked. He needed to start looking for jobs tomorrow. It had already been a few days, he couldn't waste more time.
Jimin slowly shook his head. "K-Kind of a...heartbreak song", he said. The six didn't speak much about Taehyung, and there was not too peaceful silence when they ate together. They were coping with the loss in their own ways. Jin worked overtime, Namjoon was working to get to the bottom of the incident as it didn't sit right with him, Hoseok was always in the kitchen baking something, Yoongi and Jimin wrote songs together as fast as they could, as fast as the feelings bubbled up.
And Jungkook.
He was resting. With no job and ample of time, he was just resting. He didn't feel like doing anything, but the others forced him to go places. To take his mind off of things. He had thought about going to Busan to visit his mother, but that was still a thought.
"Hmm. Will you release it?", Jungkook said. Jimin shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm just...writing as it comes to my head" They were silent for a while, the scratching of pencil on paper the only sound.
"Do...Do you think he's okay?", Jimin whispered. Jungkook didn't say anything for a moment. "He should be", he whispered back. Jimin put the pencil down. "I read comments under his posts...", he said.
Jungkook looked at him. "Why do you torture yourself?"
"M-Mean comments. Hate comments", Jimin choked.
"Hey, stop. That's how the world is, okay? You must be strong", Jungkook said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Jimin nodded.
"I just hope his therapy is going well. So that he could be healed and come back fast", he said. Jungkook rubbed his back. "He isn't broken. He just needs time away to process things", he said. Even though he said it, he knew it was a lie.
Jimin picked up the pencil again, and continued writing.
.........
The head police officer sighed. Namjoon was constantly pushing him to start an investigation. Apparently, he thought that someone was behind the happening. How else could the paparazzi have known about Taehyung's whereabouts? How else could they have been notified? Someone was there. Someone was following them. Someone knew they would be at the party.
The officer sat back in his chair. Now that he thought about it, what Namjoon said did make sense. Before he could think any deeper, the door opened.
"Sir, the files you asked for", a policeman said, handing the files to the head officer. He nodded, dismissing him. The policeman left, closing the door.
The head officer opened the files, and saw Ji Cheng's photo on the first page.
He had escaped from prison a few weeks ago. They knew he had an accomplice, who was in police uniform. A policeman had confronted them, and told the head officer that something had seemed off. The police department was now currently looking for him.
The head officer picked up the telephone. "Get Kim Weng to the questioning room", he said, and put it down.
Maybe Weng might know something. They had shared a cell after all.
