Make It Right / V KTH / Suga MYG / BTS Completed

A Plan

Inside the small kitchen I put the food containers in the refrigerator and turn the kettle on. I pull out my phone and open social media and there it is- a picture of us kissing under the Brooklyn Bridge, his arm wrapped tightly around me, his fingertips reaching too low down my back to shrug it off as a misunderstanding. Can you even tell it's me? I question. Apparently so, as many of my friends who knew I was coming to town innocently retweeted and tagged me.

"Damn!" I say out loud. 'how am I going to get rid of all of these?' I hear shuffling in the door way and I look up from my phone to his sad face. I freeze, waiting for his reaction. He moves slowly over to me and wraps one arm around my shoulders pulling me in to his chest. I embrace him and we stand quiet for just a moment.

"I'm sorry you will have to go through this, but I will protect you, and my brothers will protect us," he says softly and I feel him squeeze me tighter. There are so many things I want to ask him, but now is not the time. For now, while I still have his warm body close to me, and the feel of his soft caress, I just want to stay here, forever.

***

We sit together in the private patio of the leafy backyard. We quietly sip at our tea and I look up at the window to the room where just a few hours ago I was as close to him as anyone could be- and I was as vulnerable as I have ever been. He looks through images on my camera from yesterday, as he picks through his breakfast. He pauses, smiling every few moments at a face or an expression so familiar to him. We are waiting for Soo Yun to come by. The management has decided she needs to help us handle the situation, being in a unique position of being American and Korean. She straddles both worlds effortlessly and she is well versed in public relations.

I'm feeling anxious for Taehyung, and for any trouble I may have caused him. But oddly, he now seems to be completely fine, maybe understanding that someone else is going to take care of this for him. Someone else will make the final decisions, and make it right, something I just don't have the liberty to feel. Not yet.

He laughs at an image on my camera. "Kookie looks so funny in this one." He shows me the screen and I see an image I took last night at the club. "That's actually just what he's like in real life- it's almost as if you captured the real Jungkook." He smiles a private smile as he thinks for a moment.  "I think you should come on tour with us- and keep taking pictures."

I'm confused. "But won't the management reject that now."

He smiles, "I don't think so, I have a plan." He leans across the small table and takes both of my hands in his. "Do you trust me?" he asks, his eyes shining with confidence.

Do I trust him? Yes. Why? How can I trust him? The overly rational part of me questions how I could consider trusting someone I barely know and just met. But something deep down, under the past hurt and pain, knows that this risk is the right decision and the path I must take.  I just want so badly to let this wave of feeling carry me away.  He's starring at me still waiting for my response. I smile and nod. He already knows that I do.

We are interrupted by the door bell and I stand up.

"Make sure it's Soo Yun first," he calls after me as I walk to the monitor to see the Ring doorbell image of Soo Yun standing on the front stoop. I open the door to her and she steps in, greeting me friendlier than her previous businesslike persona.

"I am here to help- both of you," she says to me privately in a low voice. Her words comfort me and I lead her to the patio- offering her a tea to give them the chance to talk alone. After the tea is made, I walk back toward the patio, and I pause with the teacup in hand, listening, just to be sure it's alright for me to enter. I hear silence so I step through the doorway and set the cup down in front of her. Tae pats the chair next to his and I sit down. He rests his hand on my leg, squeezing my knee as I await Soo Yun's words.