Celebrity Crush | Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Resonance

(Yeon's POV)

I stood in the shadows outside the practice room, my eyes narrowing as I overheard the conversation between Hyejin and PDnim. A wave of frustration surged through me, and I clenched my fists. How could they be so blind to the toll this was taking on her?

As Hyejin emerged from the room, she looked drained, her usual spark dimmed by the weight of the world on her shoulders. I stepped forward, my expression unreadable as I offered a silent presence.

"Hyejin," I said softly, making her startle slightly. "Are you okay?"

She forced a smile, a brittle facade that barely masked the turmoil beneath. "I'm fine, Yeon. Just another day in the business, you know?"

But I knew her too well. Hyejin had a way of bottling up her emotions, pretending everything was okay when it clearly wasn't. I couldn't stand seeing her like this.

"If you need someone to talk to or if there's anything I can do, just let me know." I said, my tone gentle yet firm.

She hesitated, her guard momentarily dropping. "Thanks, Yeon."

I nodded, though my concern lingered.

As she walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that things were reaching a breaking point. Hyejin needed someone in her corner, and I was determined to be that person.

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Days passed, and the weight on Hyejin's shoulders seemed to intensify. I kept a watchful eye on her, discreetly ensuring she had what she needed, whether it was a quiet moment away from the chaos or a simple gesture to brighten her day.

One evening, as we prepared for another event, I found her alone in the dressing room, staring at herself in the mirror. The fatigue etched on her face was impossible to ignore.

"Hyejin," I said, stepping into the room. "You've been pushing yourself too hard. Maybe you should take a break."

She glanced at me, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes before she quickly masked it. "I can't afford to take a break, Yeon. There's too much at stake."

I sighed, a mix of frustration and concern. "Your well-being is at stake too. You can't keep going like this."

She gave me a small, tired smile. "I appreciate your concern, Yeon, but I've handled worse."

"That doesn't mean you should have to," I replied, my voice firm. "Let me help you, Hyejin. You don't have to face everything alone."

For a moment, it seemed like she might open up, but then the moment passed, and she shook her head. "I've got it under control. Thanks, Yeon."

As she walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was carrying a burden too heavy for one person to bear. I vowed to myself that I would be there for her, ready to offer support whenever she was ready to accept it.

Little did I know, the storm brewing within her was about to reach its peak, and I was determined to weather it by her side.

(Taehyung's POV)

I stood outside Hyejin's apartment, holding a bag of her favorite food. I took a deep breath, nerves and excitement mingling. With a gentle knock, she opened the door, a look of surprise crossing her face.

"Taehyung-ssi? What are you doing here?" she asked, her guard still firmly in place.

"I brought dinner," I said, holding up the bag. "Thought you could use a break from the chaos."

A small smile tugged at her lips as she stepped aside to let me in.

The city stretched out below us, a sea of lights dancing in the night. Hyejin's apartment balcony provided a breathtaking view, but the weariness in her eyes eclipsed the beauty around us.

I set the bags on the small table. She turned towards me, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight seemed to lift. "Taehyung, you really didn't have to do this."

"But I wanted to," I replied, pulling out a chair for her. "Come on, let's enjoy this together."

As we savored the meal, I tried to keep the conversation light, peppering it with anecdotes and jokes. Hyejin's laughter was music to my ears, a brief respite from the relentless demands of her career.

"You know," I began, my tone light, "sometimes, even superheroes need a sidekick. Someone to share the load, to be there when things get tough."

She chuckled, a wistful look in her eyes. "Are you offering to be my sidekick, Taehyung-ssi?"

I grinned, "More like partner-in-crime. I can be your go-to person when the world gets too much."

Hyejin studied me for a moment, a hint of surprise softening her features. "You're something else."

Leaning back, I gestured to the city below. "I just hate seeing you carry the weight of the world alone. You deserve someone in your corner, someone who genuinely cares."

She sighed, a mixture of gratitude and reluctance. "I've built these walls, Tae. It's hard to let someone in."

"You don't have to tear them down all at once. Just know that when you're ready, I'll be here."

A comfortable silence settled between us, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. I couldn't help but notice the vulnerability she tried to conceal. It was a delicate dance, this push and pull, but I was determined to navigate it with care.

As the evening progressed, I decided to take a chance, to add a touch of softness to the moment. "Hyejin, can I be honest with you?"

She nodded, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

"I really like you," I confessed, my heart racing. "And I don't want to push you, but I can't help but hope that maybe, someday, you might feel the same way."

Her gaze held mine, a swirl of emotions dancing in those depths. "Taehyung..."

I looked into Hyejin's eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. Instead, I found a warmth that mirrored my own feelings. "I just want to be here for you, Hyejin. No expectations, no rush. Just us, figuring it out together."

She nodded, a silent understanding passing between us. The night continued, filled with shared laughter, stolen glances, and the gentle cadence of our conversation. The city below seemed to celebrate our newfound connection, its lights flickering in approval.

As we lingered on the balcony, Hyejin's hand found mine, fingers interlocking with a natural ease. The vulnerability she had guarded so fiercely now lay exposed, and it felt like a privilege to witness the unfolding of her true self.

"Taehyung," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "thank you for tonight. It means more than words can express."

I smiled, squeezing her hand. "The pleasure's all mine, Hyejin. Anytime you need an escape from the chaos, you know where to find me."

Her laughter tinkled in the quiet night, and she leaned against me, finding solace in the comfort of our shared presence.

In the soft glow of the balcony lights, I felt a shift in the air, an unspoken promise that transcended words. Hyejin tilted her head to look at me, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and something more profound.

"Taehyung," she murmured, her gaze lingering on my lips.

Without hesitation, I leaned down, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Time seemed to stand still as our connection deepened, a silent agreement that spoke of shared hopes and untold emotions.

The kiss lingered, a sweet blend of vulnerability and longing. Hyejin's initial surprise melted into a soft acceptance, and as we pulled away, the unspoken tension between us dissolved into a shared understanding.

"Taehyung," she whispered, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

"I meant every word, Hyejin," I said, my voice sincere. "No rush, no pressure. Just us, figuring it out together."

Her smile held a mixture of gratitude and a newfound sense of possibility. The world may be chaotic, but in that moment, on Hyejin's balcony, everything felt perfectly still.