The Leak That Shattered the Lie

The morning hit you like a punch.

#YoongiWifeScandal was trending in five languages.

Screenshots. A video clip. A voice recording.

Your ex’s voice.

“She was never supposed to marry him. Her family used her—traded her. She ran from me straight into his arms.”

Followed by a photo of your old engagement ring.

The internet exploded.

Hate. Sympathy. Speculation.

And then the final blow—BigHit’s official statement:

"Due to recent developments and for the artist’s wellbeing, the agency has advised a temporary separation between Min Yoongi and his wife."

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Yoongi’s Fury Has No Filter

You found him in the studio, jaw clenched, destroying a punching bag.

“You knew,” he growled when he saw you. “You knew that bastard would come back.”

“I didn’t—”

“You should’ve told me.”

“I was scared!”

His voice rose. “Of me? Or of what people would say?”

Your silence was the answer he didn’t want.

He shook his head. “You should go. It’s what everyone wants anyway, right?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “What do you want, Yoongi?”

He didn’t answer.

Just turned away.

And let you walk out.

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Midnight. Rain. And One Last Choice.

You were packing.

Tears on your cheeks. Your heart in pieces.

Then—a knock.

You opened the door.

Yoongi. Soaked. Drenched. Rain clinging to his eyelashes. He looked like the storm itself.

“I told the label to shove it,” he said simply.

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I told them I’d rather lose the stage than lose you.”

You stepped back, stunned. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m tired of pretending. Tired of pushing you away like I don’t care.”

He stepped inside. The door shut behind him. His hand found yours.

“I didn’t fall in love with a perfect lie. I fell in love with you. Angry. Brave. Messy. Real.”

You looked at him, trembling.

“I’m broken, Yoongi.”

“So am I.”

He kissed you then. Slow. Soul-deep. Like he was choosing you with every breath.

And maybe… he was.