Jimin squinted at his phone screen, zooming in. His brows knit together as he tilted his head, studying the photo that had been all over the internet. “This doesn’t seem like it was edited,” he muttered, almost to himself, though his tone held a note of disbelief.
“It’s not,” Taehyung replied with a short huff, leaning casually against the balcony railing. He didn’t bother glancing at the image. “That’s Jungkook, and that’s me. It’s a real moment.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Seriously? When did this even happen? And you didn’t notice people taking pictures?”
“I didn’t know,” Taehyung shot back, his voice tinged with mild fake irritation. “It’s not like I can watch everyone the whole time?” He side-glanced at Jimin, his expression one of defiant nonchalance.
“Hmm.” Jimin tapped a finger against the edge of his phone. “Now people are going to think you two are dating.”
“Whatever.” Taehyung waved a dismissive hand, but the proud smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips betrayed him. “I couldn’t care less about what everyone thinks.”
Jimin chuckled under his breath, his eyes flickering back to the photo. “I thought this place would keep you safe from the paparazzi, at least.”
Taehyung pushed off the railing, turning his back to the view and striding toward the room with an air of finality. “Doesn’t matter. Anyways we will have a visitor for some time before we leave.”
Jimin blinked, startled by the abrupt announcement. “Visitor? But nothing was scheduled. And we are leaving? But you asked me to clear your schedule for the day, then?”
“Well, plans change.” Taehyung shrugged, his tone cool and decisive. “Anyways I don't find a reason to stay here any longer.”
Taehyung crossed the room with purpose, a pair of binoculars in between his hands. He tucked them neatly into his bag. Then he reached for his jacket, slipping it on with practiced ease. His sunglasses followed, shielding his expressive eyes as he straightened to his full height.
“Let’s go,” he said simply, his voice firm.
Jimin hesitated for a beat, caught off guard by the sudden shift. But years of working with Taehyung had taught him not to question such whims. “Alright,” he said quickly, already moving to pack up. He shot a quick message to one of the staff, instructing them to prepare Taehyung’s luggage and carry it to the car.
By the time Jimin turned back, Taehyung was already halfway to the door, his presence commanding even in motion. The photo on Jimin’s phone still lingered in his mind, but he shoved the thought aside, trailing after his boss with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
Meanwhile, in another part of the sprawling resort, Jungkook let out a frustrated groan, his voice echoing faintly in the otherwise silent suite. He pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead, massaging it in slow circles as if trying to ease the tension building behind his temples. His body sank heavily into the plush couch, the soft fabric doing little to comfort his restless state.
Scattered across the room were the remnants of his haphazard packing: an open suitcase with clothes spilling over the edges, a pair of neatly folded jeans abandoned on the armchair, and his favorite hoodie draped carelessly over the bed.
Jungkook's eyes wandered, unfocused, before settling his gaze on the large glass window overlooking the entrance of the luxurious resort.
From his vantage point, he could see a massive crowd of fans swarming outside, their eager faces pressed against barriers, camera flashes going off like tiny fireworks. His shoulders sagged further, and he let out a frustrated sigh.
