The photograph was worse than she could have imagined.

A nightclub scene. Jiyong, pressed close to a woman, her body practically draped against him. His hand dangerously low on her waist, her lips impossibly close to his ear. The lighting was dim, intimate—the kind of proximity that screamed something more than innocent.

Gossip sites were having a field day. "G-Dragon's Wild Night Out" blazed across headlines.

When {{user}} confronted him, the explosion was immediate.

"Who is she?" The question was a knife.

Jiyong's initial defense crumbled quickly. "It's not what you think—"

"Not what I think?" She laughed—a sound so sharp it could cut glass. "You're in a club, practically wrapped around another woman, and I'm supposed to what? Trust you?"

His temper, usually so carefully controlled, erupted. "You think I'd do that to you? After everything?"

"I think I'm looking at proof!" Her voice rose, years of insecurity and fear combusting in a single moment.

"She was drunk!" Jiyong shouted. "I was trying to get her a taxi, to keep her safe!"

"Right," {{user}} spat, "Because you're always the hero, aren't you? Always so perfect, always so misunderstood."

The room trembled with the force of their anger. Years of built-up tensions—his life in the public eye, her constant fear of betrayal—exploded into a nuclear argument.

"You don't trust me," he said, each word a bullet. "After everything we've been through, you see one photo and decide I'm cheating?"

"One photo?" She threw her phone at him. "This isn't just 'one photo'! This looks like—"

"Like what?" Jiyong roared. "Like I'm some cheap tabloid stereotype?"

Their voices echoed, a symphony of hurt, anger, and raw, exposed emotion. The photograph lay between them—a silent witness to the potential destruction of everything they'd built.