367,099 likes
koreadispatch Korea's Celebrity Prince V @v_95 rumored to be in close contact with photographer Jeon Jungkook @jjungkookie of Busan. Offering an exclusive opportunity into an Elle photoshoot within Bighit Label's headquarters is the only interaction publicly confirmed between the two... Fans speculate much greater things happening behind the scenes, however, spreading the now trending hashtag of #taekook through social medias.

Does Korea's Prince want to be diving headfirst into drama again after leaving it behind only four years ago?

—
view all 16,327 comments

bh_babies dispatch needs a life

kimtaebae im just going to appreciate the tae with a doggo picture and move on😃

wOndergReENS you all realize it's their job to be nosy right?
   peachVtae @wOndergReENS not you defending them— they had no need to bring up taehyung's past????
   taesty_ @peachVtae ^^ he clearly asked people to leave it behind but just because he might be making new relations, they felt the need to drag in bogum.
   wOndergReENS @taesty_ I never mentioned @parkbogum that's all you

sMai650 there's drama everywhere this guy goes, tried hurting @parkbogum 's life too
   tannieboi_ @sMAI650 tae was literally the one who got hurt???????

sunshinehobi✔️ things like this are why we can't live unproblematically and let idols forget pained pasts.
wwh_youknow✔️ @sunshinehobi you're the actual best
parkbogum✔️ @sunshinehobi lets be honest, we both know he can't forget. looks like I've got competition though.
v_95✔️ @parkbogum anyone would beat you, park bogum.

—

"Shit," Yoongi swore under his breath upon scrolling through the post that had blown up in the last twelve hours. Taehyung never checked in on gossip channels, most certainly not after his defamation years ago, a visual reminder of how his name had been dripping with venom in the publics' mouths.

For him to see that post of all things, when Taehyung had been frightened to even look at Jungkook's face, spoke volumes to how unfortunately right Park Bogum was.

Yoongi was out of his chair, kicking a stray cardboard box of equipment out of anger before leaving his studio. He made the trek to the modeling department of the building, where he knew Taehyung would ether be in a meeting or in his dressing room passing time at the moment.

Maybe he could have asked Jin to check on him, but things were different recently. Jin was there to monitor and defend Taehyung's ruthless schedule, protecting the job from eating their friend alive, but often times, Jin was busy with his work as well, spending more and more time with Hoseok such that Yoongi had taken it upon himself to be the younger's outlet.

He received stressed and concerned looks as he passed through the polished halls, from the staff to the decor, it screamed fashion focused.

The sturdy door, the model's name painted in gold on it, came upon Yoongi's face soon enough. It was locked when he tried to press down on the handle, the knob shaking as he tried forcing it open uselessly.

"Taehyung?" He called out. The hall was quiet at the hour and Yoongi attempted to listen into the private dressing room the younger basically lived within.

A faint touch of sobs reached his ears and Yoongi tensed worriedly. He knocked on the door again, calling out to the model, but again no answer was given.

"What the hell..." he felt a tap on his shoulder and whirled around to see a female staff frowning up at him.

"He wished to be alone, Mr.Min." She bowed her head apologetically and Yoongi scoffed as she advanced down the hall again without wasting a second.

"That man is so powerful he will order people away when he needs them." He grumbled, watching the staff member stalk away before it hit him. "Excuse me!" The lady turned and froze, eyes widening upon seeing the producer land his attention on her.

"Yes?"

"Do you have a spare bobby pin on you?" He asked smoothly, the lady relaxing at the unexpected, yet incredibly easy, request for her.

She reached into her side pouch, fumbling around for a moment before walking back to him and placing the hair accessory in his palm. "That's a must in our bags here." She grinned. "What's it for?"

Yoongi mentally groaned and glanced towards Taehyung's door desperately. "Thank you very much, and it's for my hair."

The staff lady stared at him incredulously and her gaze darted to his hair thrown around. She simple shrugged and nodded, bowing again before returning to her path wherever she was heading.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and glanced down both sides of the hall before sticking the bobby pin into the door handle's key slot, rattling it around until he heard a click and his mission was deemed accomplished. He tucked the pin away and let out a breath he knew he'd be sucking right back in a second later.

Pushing the door open, he frowned upon seeing the dark dressing room, the reflection of light from the hallway spilling onto the spotless glass around the wall, illuminating the clothing racks and shelves in a ghostly manner.

"Tae?" He whispered, shutting the door and locking it again, hand simultaneously reaching for the wall and flicking on the lights. "It's Hyung."

A muffled sniffle came from his left and Yoongi scanned through the many clothing racks for the source of the sound. His feet carried him in that direction, stepping over the racks' feet while his hands pushed clothes out of his way.

Buried in the corner of the room, suffocating in the tight space by the racks looming above, like he was in the industry itself, was his dongsaeng.

"G-Go away," Taehyung cried. "P-Please, I'm fine."

"I'm old, not blind, Taehyung," Yoongi sighed softly and fell to his knees beside the younger, moving the heavy racks a few feet away for the model to have room to breathe. The shaking male curled away from his touch, but Yoongi forced his arms around him, regardless.

That small force led Taehyung to completely collapse in his hold, trembling with his sobs such that Yoongi felt his limbs shiver with. The elder's heart arched seeing Taehyung so terribly broken, hiding in the only place he could be alone, still suffocating under his work.

"I-I just want to forget, Yoongi Hyung." He croaked, the elder wordlessly holding him and taking on the weight of his body. "H-He made me feel worthless— he used me and then blamed the pain he caused on me— everyone hated me— every—"

Words catching in his throat like a hanger on the metal racks above them, Taehyung cut himself off, burying his face further into Yoongi's chest as his grip tightened on the elder.

"We didn't hate you, Tae," Yoongi whispered, voice hardly audible against the storm of emotion belittling Taehyung inside out. "We know the truth, and lot of people believe you now, too."

"What if it happens again— I trust Jungkook, but I trusted Bogum, too— J-Jungkook— he— what if—"

"He won't, Tae," Yoongi clenched his eyes shut, leaning down to rest his chin on the crown of Taehyung's head. "He won't."

Yoongi was incredibly talented at reading people. The way he had seen Taehyung's voice flutter on about the photographer, enamored by his humbleness and realness, the bundle of excitement a day ago when the Busan resident had been in the building... Yoongi knew it wasn't easy for Taehyung, to move on from pain and trust someone like he had Park Bogum again, but he knew Jungkook was not just a friend in Taehyung's eyes.

He also knew, the way Jungkook had mentioned Taehyung in way he hadn't heard before from a fan.

He's been shaped into the perfect pawn for the world's chess game, but why do they think perfection is what people want? The boy had said when Yoongi had been occupying some of the spare time it had taken for Jungkook to actually be graced by Taehyung's presence, due to the model's delay.

"He won't." Yoongi repeated, confirming his intuition that he hoped Taehyung trusted.

The two stayed there for a while, arms relaxing and tears dying away after the overwhelming effect of doubt struck him like a hurricane on a sunny day at the beach.

Yoongi had also caught onto the way Taehyung had lost faith in himself, lost the value others sought in his being. And while it broke his heart to see his friend so torn apart by the industry and celebrities he had adored to come so far, he truly believed the faceless photographer of Busan would help put Taehyung back together in ways they couldn't.