fanboy | taegi

twenty nine

a/n: I'm changing the name of this book to Fanboy | Taegi, rather than Instagram | Taegi. So when the next update arrives, please don't be confused... it's still the same book.

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Yoongi POV [Starting from a few hours before the final meeting]

"Namjoon, I swear I'll be fine." I pushed off my clingy bandmate, "I still have to finish up that Cypher I promised Taehyung. I swear I will come home after then."

His gaze darkened at the mere mention of his name, and he scowled at me. Jiminie stood by his side, face downcast. I had never seen Jimin so sad in all the years I had known him, but being Taehyung's best friend, I knew it all had taken a toll on him too.

"Yoon," Namjoon mumbled, but it was loud. "Face it, he's not coming back."

"Joon," I responded, tone equally flat. "He's my Taehyung."

"He'll realize that sooner or later."

"For your sake, I hope he does come around." Jimin whispered sadly, "I hate seeing you like this, Hyungie."

"I'm sorry you had to see me in this state, Chim." I smiled, ruffling his hair a little, "Thank Jin hyung for the food, and I promise to eat it well."

"Tell Gguk that we're going for Irish bombs and lamb skewers soon." I tried to lighten up, but the grimace still stayed on my face. "We haven't gone out in months."

"I'll make sure to tell him, hyung." Jimin smiled, but I could see the pain in his expression. "And again, thank you for asking us to feature in those songs. We'll do our best to sound good."

"I know you will." I shrugged, "We'll start recording the first two soon. I have three more, and a new Cypher to complete. We'll record those next month."

"A new Cypher??" Jimin looked surprised, "But why?"

"Ah, I had promised to make Taehyung one, and I'm not breaking it anytime soon," I replied coolly, ignoring the younger boy's wide-eyed expression. Namjoon looked tired of the whole thing, and I know he wasn't happy with me staying late.

"If you need anything, you can just call me or Hobi okay?" he mumbled, "Or if you don't want us, TXT is still working downstairs. They'd be only too willing to help, knowing how much they worship the ground you walk on."

I chucked, waving the duo goodbye and closing the door halfway before sitting back down tiredly. I looked at the lyrics I had already written and smiled. It was a good song, one of my first ones about heartbreak. My usual lyrics were all rap, and mostly with underlying double meanings, swear words, and disses to my haters.

But this?

Namjoon had read through the two songs I had already written, and he couldn't believe it was me, me who didn't believe in love who had written songs about the most intense, heartbreaking form of it. Even Bang PD approved the song immediately and agreed with the collab with the trio from Bangtan. Taehyung had refused to open my texts and I reckoned he didn't want to have to do anything with me.

And I respected that.

I was just about to reach out for my book and pen when my phone started pinging with new notifications.

I knew all too well that it was people tagging me in posts that concerned either my health or Taehyung. And just clicking on the cursed app, my eyes landed on vantae's and kimkai's most recent post.

Date night.

It stung. A lot.

But somewhere in the corner of my heart, I knew that there would be a silver lining to this entire situation. So I just replied to a few comments by my salty, angered bandmates, gently chuckling to myself at the creative ways fans found to gently diss Kim Jongin.