Celebrity Crush | Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Lowkey

(Hyejin's POV)

After that heartfelt moment with Taehyung, a subtle shift occurred in our dynamic. His efforts to win me over became more pronounced, yet delicately discreet, as if each gesture was a note added to a melody that only we could hear.

I noticed him showing up more frequently during my photoshoots, bringing me my cup of coffee to boost my energy or to give me a ride home as soon as my day ended.

The spark of his eyes spoke volumes, and every supportive smile felt like a silent affirmation of his unwavering encouragement.

On the set of music video shoots, flowers continued to appear, each bouquet seemingly more thoughtful than the last. The sweet fragrance accompanied by a handwritten note, sometimes a doodle, each symbolizing a layer of understanding that seemed to be growing between us.

The breakthrough, however, came during a particularly stressful day of promotions. In the midst of the chaos, he surprised me with a coffee, my favorite blend, and a simple note: "For Korea's Princess of Pop." It was small but carried a depth of sentiment that reached beyond the simple act.

Yet, as Taehyung's advances warmed my heart, I couldn't shake off the caution rooted in the demands of my PDnim. The pressure to avoid media scandals, especially dating ones, loomed over me like a shadow. The public admired me not just for my music but for the pristine image I upheld.

In the moments when Taehyung and I stole glances backstage at certain events, a tinge of hesitation lingered in my eyes. A subtle pull between the desire to embrace this newfound connection and the need to shield myself from potential chaos.

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The warmth of Taehyung's smile lingered as we navigated the busy streets. The night air was crisp, but there was a warmth in our connection that defied the chill. As we approached a familiar café, Taehyung held the door open, allowing me to enter first.

"They have new desserts in their menu. You'll love it," he smiled.

My smile mirrored his own as we settled into a cozy corner. The ambiance was soothing, providing the perfect backdrop for a conversation that had been waiting to unfold.

I grabbed the warm cup of tea and took a small sip before setting it back down on the table and glancing at the man in front of me.

"Taehyung-ssi, I appreciate everything you've been doing, really. But we need to talk about us."

He nods, "Yeah, I've been thinking about it too. I don't want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable."

A small pause lingered in the air as I skimmed my thoughts for the right words to say.

"It's not about you, Tae. It's about... us. What if someone recognizes us here?"

"We can be discreet, Hyejin. Keep it lowkey until you're ready."

A deep exhale escaped my lips. The struggle beneath the surface was real—juggling the demands of my career, the pressure of being a pop icon, and the blossoming emotions I was beginning to feel for Taehyung. The public's admiration soared, each accomplishment adding to the weight on my shoulders.

"It's not that simple, Tae. For male idols, it's different. But for female idols, especially someone like me... the expectations, the judgment. It's suffocating."

Concern etched his face as I explained. "I never want to make things harder for you. But Hyejin, I can't deny what I feel."

I reached over the table and grabbed his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "I know, and I appreciate that. I'm just afraid."

During our conversations, Taehyung often reassured me with understanding words, acknowledging the delicate balance I had to maintain. "We'll take it slow," he would say, his sincerity echoing through each syllable.

(Taehyung's POV)

Being the secret admirer had its challenges, but it was a role I embraced with enthusiasm. I reveled in her success, watched her shine on stage, and supported from the sidelines. In my heart, the crush had evolved into something deeper, a connection beyond the surface.

"Taehyung, you've been the phantom supporter," Hoseok joked during a group dinner. "One day, you should reveal yourself."

I laughed as I drank from my glass of water.

"But that's the charm, isn't it? A little mystery adds a touch of magic," I replied.

"Phantom supporter, huh?" Jimin smirked. "More like a silent guardian."

"I prefer both, actually. Keeps things interesting."

As the banter continued, Namjoon, who is like a fountain of wisdom, observed the dynamics with a knowing smile. He interjected, steering the conversation into deeper waters.

"It's not easy being in the limelight, especially for idols. But Hyejin, being a female solo artist, faces a different set of challenges."

Our eldest member nodded, agreeing to our leader's comment. "That's true. Female idols often have a stricter set of expectations."

Namjoon looked at me, "And for male idols, it's not a walk in the park either. Remember, every move we make is scrutinized."

His words resonated with me, a reminder of the intricacies of fame and the delicate balance we all had to maintain. He looked at me with a subtle expression, a message conveyed in the unspoken language we shared as members of BTS.

"Taehyung-ah, you've been discreet about your feelings, and that's commendable," Namjoon continued. "But remember, it's not just about you. Hyejin has her own battles to fight." He gently reminded.

I nod, thinking about the recent conversation I had with Hyejin at the cafe a couple of days ago.

"I know, hyung. I want to be there for her, but I also want to protect what we have."