Taehyung was living the dream.
Loving family. A day away from debuting as an idol, living his dream.
The best part? He had the love of his life right by his side. Sure he was a little rough around the edges, but he loved Taehyung and Taehyung loved...
“So what are you going to do about it?” Jeon sighed and flipped through some papers on his desk, his eyes flitting over the words typed onto them.
“That I am still trying to figure out.”
“Why? Knowing you, you would’ve obliterated them by now. So why haven’t you?”
“Because I know that Taehyung wouldn’t like that. He’s told me already that he doesn’t really like the idea of me being unnecessarily violent, and I’m pretty sure that ‘obliterating them’ falls into that category.”
“Then don’t tell him.”
“That is the stupidest thing that I have ever heard come out of your mouth, Namjoon.” Jungkook said, putting the papers down and looking up at the man. “‘Don’t tell him?’ Like that will end well. I’m not going to keep Taehyung in the dark and risk hurting him more. As much as I am angered, I will not be making any brash movement until he is better and I have spoken to him about it.”
“And when did you turn into such a softy?”
“Ever since I go true love of my life back.” Jeon growled out. Namjoon clamped his mouth shut, rolling his eyes at the younger.
“Yeah, Yeah. Keep talking cuddle munchkins.”
“Don’t fucking call me that. There is only one person in this whole entire universe that can call me that.”
Namjoon snorted. “Do you hear yourself right now? My fingers are curled so much from cringing that they’d snap if I tried to break them out of it.” Namjoon held up his hands to Jungkook as proof, his fingers curled inwards.
“I can help you with that.” Namjoon let out a small shriek and backed up immediately.
“No thanks.”
“Then get out if you aren’t going to be of any help to me.”
“Geez. Killjoy.” The man muttered, exiting the office.
Jungkook sighed and sat back down, picking up the paper again. But Namjoon’s words stuck in his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking about the point he’d made.
Jungkook shook his head, however. He knew that he would have to wait for Taehyung, no matter how long it took, because in the end, he was more important than Jungkook’s revenge.
-
“Holy shit.” Yoongi’s eyes were wide as Taehyung held out the device for him to look at. “That’s fucking bullshit.” Yoongi glanced between Taehyung and the screen. “Holy fucking shit you weren’t lying, that is really you!” Yoongi grabbed the tablet from the startled man and scrolled through the pictures.
Taehyung looked over the man’s shoulder, sighing. Yoongi had asked him about life before, and he had told the man to look him up. Yoongi hadn’t really believed him when he said that he was an almost idol, who had already been famous, even before debut.
He especially didn’t believe that Baekhyun and Kai, two popular members of the group EXO were going to be part of a trio with him.
Yoongi continued to scroll, staring at the brightly smiling Taehyung, bright red hair and impeccable make up, posing for the camera. Some shots were smiling, some more sultry looks, some with others (such as Baekhyun and Kai) or other models.
“You know, you could still model. You’ve matured a lot, and your features…”
“My scars would be murder to cover.”
“Nothing a little photoshop can’t fix. Besides, I’ve heard that models with blemishes are in high demand in the market these days, as it gives them a unique character and draws attention to them and their company. Plus, telling them you were V...which reminds me, I’m totally looking up a performance.”
“Hyu—“
Taehyung flinched as a song suddenly played. He bit his bottom lip as the familiar melody filled his ears and the practice video showed up.
It was to be his solo song for his debut. A song written by him, that held so much meaning for him.
Yoongi was enraptured by the male’s deep voice as he began to sing. Trapped in the slow and sensual movements of his hands as he began to dance. It was beautiful.
Suddenly sorrow washed over Yoongi, looking at the boy in the video. One who had a bright future, who was happy and had dreams that were about to come true. He paused the video, looking at the boy now. A crushed, broken man whose dreams had been taken from him.
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi suddenly whispered. “I suppose you didn’t want to see that.”
“It’s fine.” Taehyung eventually whispered back. “I guess I had to face it sometime.”
“You know...you’re still really young, Taehyung. There’s still time to chase your dreams.”
“I can’t.” Taehyung replied back, his voice firm. “I can’t sing, my vocal cords are too damaged. My knee is—“
“You’ve never had surgery on them though, right? You’ve never been able to afford it. Surgery can—“
“I still can’t afford it. And surgery is never one hundred percent—“
“But we could try.” Taehyung paused, his mouth open to counter argue when his eyes flicked over to the new voice.
Jungkook stood there, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. “We could try Taehyung.”
“I can’t afford it—“
“You aren’t paying a single dime of it.” Jungkook muttered. “I am. I will have the best surgeons around tend to you, make your recovery quick and flawless as possible.”
“Even if, I haven’t performed in years, I’m rusty and—“
“But you can still sing. I heard you, don’t say you can’t anymore. Even if your dancing is rusty, you can till capture the hearts of millions. I can contact your old company. Anything, Taehyung. I’ll do anything to see you succeed and fulfill that dream. Won’t you let me help you?”
“But—“
“But what? What is holding you back? Don’t worry about money, don’t worry about anything. I will be there to help you. Yoongi will be there, Hell, I’ll make everyone be there for you if I have to. I don’t want to see you going through the rest of your life regretting the what if’s that never came to be. Won’t you just give it a chance?”
Taehyung looked down, biting his lip, contemplating his options. He weighed the pros and the cons, but despite what his mind was screaming at him...he eventually nodded slowly.
“Okay.” He whispered, consenting. “Okay.”
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