Celebrity Crush | Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Whirlwind

(Taehyung's POV)

The award show venue glittered with excitement as the night unfolded. The air was charged with anticipation, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Hyejin from my seat. She looked stunning in her elegant dress, but a slight shiver betrayed the coldness of the venue.

A twinge of concern flickered in my chest, and without a second thought, I grabbed my own blanket and made my way over to where she was seated.

Approaching her with a friendly smile, I greeted the members of Stray Kids and Twice before turning my attention to Hyejin. "Hey, it's pretty cold in here, isn't it?" 

She looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes before a grateful smile spread across her face as I hander her the blanket. "Oh, thank you, Taehyung-ssi"

I chuckled, "Can't have our superstar catching a cold. Enjoy the show."

As I returned to my seat, Jimin shot me a knowing grin, and Jungkook couldn't resist teasing, "Smooth move, hyung."

I rolled my eyes at their playful banter, but my attention was soon drawn back to the stage, where the performances unfolded in a dazzling display.

The stage lit up with a burst of colors as the next act took center stage. The energy in the room surged, and the cheers from the audience echoed through the venue. Yet, my mind kept drifting back to Hyejin. Was she enjoying the show? Did she need anything else to stay comfortable?

Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered when our category was announced. The cheers around me grew louder as the spotlight shifted to the nominees. The tension in the air was palpable as the presenter opened the envelope.

"And the winner is..." The anticipation stretched as the presenter paused for effect. The room seemed to hold its breath.

"Bangtan Sonyeondan!"

The eruption of cheers and applause was deafening. I felt a rush of pride and excitement as we made our way to the stage to accept the award. The trophy felt cool and heavy in my hands as I took my turn at the microphone, expressing our gratitude and thanking our fans for their unwavering support.

As the applause continued, I scanned the crowd, and my eyes met Hyejin's. She was beaming, clapping enthusiastically, and the sight of her happiness added an extra layer of warmth to the moment. 

(Hyejin's POV)

The morning after the award show, I found myself cocooned in a blanket in my room, scrolling through social media. The room was filled with the soft glow of the early morning light, and I couldn't help but relive the events of the previous night.

The congratulatory messages flooded my timeline, and I couldn't help but smile at the overwhelming support from my fans. As usual, my eyes were drawn to the negative comments, a toxic habit I had developed over the years to stay vigilant in the competitive world of the entertainment industry. It was as if the positive feedback faded into the background, leaving only the harsh criticisms echoing in my mind.

One particular topic seemed to dominate the discussion – my brief interaction with Taehyung. Some praised the moment as a sweet gesture, while others dissected it, weaving narratives that hinted at something more than a simple act of kindness. The words cut through me, and I couldn't help but question my every action.

"Hyejin is just trying to ride on BTS's popularity." 

"Is she trying too hard?" 

"Why is she acting like she's so special?"

I sighed, the toxicity of the comments sinking in. It was a habit I developed over the years—focusing on the criticisms, thinking it would keep me grounded, keep me striving for perfection. Deep down, I knew it wasn't healthy, but breaking away from it seemed impossible.

I shook off the negativity, reminding myself of the incredible night we had at the award show. Still, those comments lingered in the back of my mind, a nagging presence that refused to fade.

It was a battle I fought silently, a war against self-doubt that raged within. Eventually, I decided to set my phone aside and distract myself with other thoughts.

(Taehyung's POV)

We decided to go live on VLive to connect with our fans and celebrate the award. The atmosphere was lively as we bantered and laughed, sharing stories from the award show.

As the comments flooded the screen, expressions of excitement and congratulations, I couldn't help but notice a shift in the atmosphere when comments about Hyejin appeared. I tried to maintain my usual cheerful demeanor, but Jimin, ever observant, caught the change in my expression.

Jimin nudged me gently, asking me if I was okay through the look on his face, trying to not make it obvious for the fans watching.

I hesitated, but gave a simple nod as our leader kept talking in the background. 

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The VLive ended, and I found myself staring at the ceiling in my bedroom, still mulling over the comments. Jimin entered with a soft knock, concern etched on his face.

"You noticed, didn't you?" he said, his eyes filled with understanding.

I nodded, running a hand through my hair. "I can't help but feel like she's dealing with more than she lets on."

"Yeah, it's tough," he sighed.

(Hyejin's POV)

I sat in the practice room, taking a quick breather from rehearsals. PDnim stormed in, his face stern, and I immediately stood up, bowing 90 degrees then straightened up.

"Hyejin-ah, we can't afford any more controversies." He barked, pacing back and forth. "You need to be more cautious about your actions. The rumors, the comments – they're affecting us."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my frustration. "PDnim, I can't control what people say. I'm doing my best to stay focused on my work."

He scoffed, dismissing my concerns. "Your best isn't enough. We've invested a lot in you. Do you understand the gravity of the situation?"

The question hung in the air, suffocating me. "PDnim, I'm trying my hardest. Can't you see that?"

He leaned in, his voice low and threatening. "Your efforts don't matter if they tarnish the company's reputation. Clean up your act, Hyejin, or we'll have to terminate your contract."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on me. As he walked out, I slumped against the mirrored wall, a mix of anger and helplessness consuming me.