Celebrity Crush | Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Sane

(Hyejin's POV) 

As the night ends, the quiet hum of the city outside my window creates a serene backdrop. Taehyung and I sit on the couch, the events of the day now a distant memory. The soft glow of the lamp casts a warm atmosphere in the room.

I turn to Taehyung, catching his eye. There's a subtle tension lingering between us, an unspoken desire that has been building since our trip. I take a deep breath, breaking the silence.

"Taehyung," I begin, my voice a gentle murmur, "would you mind staying tonight? I could use the company."

He looks at me, his gaze searching mine for a moment before a slow smile spreads across his face. "Of course, Hyejin. I'd love to."

With Jimin having left for the night, the apartment felt like a sanctuary of privacy. The air between us shifted, charged with unspoken desires that lingered beneath the surface. 

The dim glow of the city lights outside painted shadows across his features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze.

"I'm really glad you're here," I confessed, my words a whispered admission of vulnerability.

Taehyung brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering against my skin. "Me too. It feels right, doesn't it?"

I nodded, unable to put into words the emotions swirling within me. The unspoken understanding between us spoke volumes, transcending the need for elaborate explanations. Our connection was a melody, a symphony of shared glances and lingering touches.

The city's distant hum served as a backdrop to the unspoken desire that enveloped us. Taehyung's presence, a magnetic force, drew me closer, erasing the distance between us.

Taehyung moves closer, his fingers finding mine. The touch is electric, sending a shiver down my spine. His thumb traces delicate circles on the back of my hand, the intimacy of the gesture not lost on either of us.

"I've missed this," he admits, his voice low and velvety.

I nod, the unspoken understanding hanging in the air. 

The day's chaos fades away as we lean into each other, his lips finding mine in a soft, lingering kiss. It's a sweet blend of familiarity and longing, the kind that makes time stand still.

Taehyung's fingers weave through my hair as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. The taste of him is both comforting and exhilarating. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my touch.

The need for air eventually forces us to break the kiss, but we stay close, foreheads touching. The room is filled with an unspoken connection, a shared understanding that goes beyond words.

"Is this okay?" Taehyung asks, his voice a gentle whisper.

I smile, a mix of reassurance and desire. "More than okay."

With that, he stands, offering me his hand. I follow him to the bedroom, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with anticipation as Taehyung looks at me, a question in his eyes.

"May I?" he asks, his tone respectful.

I nod, my heart pounding with a blend of nervousness and excitement. He takes a step closer, his touch feather-light as he traces the curve of my jaw with his fingers. The world outside disappears as we lose ourselves in each other.

The night unfolds in a gentle dance of exploration and intimacy. Words become unnecessary as our connection deepens, fueled by shared laughter, whispered confessions, and lingering touches that speak volumes. The space between us is filled with a quiet understanding, a mutual desire to savor every moment.

As dawn approaches, we lie tangled in each other's arms, the warmth of our shared presence creating a haven from the outside world. The city's hum outside the window is a distant melody, drowned out by the soft symphony of our breaths and the steady beat of our hearts.

In the quiet moments before sleep claims us, Taehyung presses a tender kiss to my forehead, his words a promise in the stillness of the night.

"I'm here, Hyejin. For as long as you want me to be."

And as the night gives way to the gentle light of morning, I drift into a peaceful slumber, knowing that the dawn holds the promise of a new chapter—one where our shared journey continues to unfold.

(Taehyung's POV)

The morning sunlight spills into the room, painting everything in a soft, golden hue. I wake up with Hyejin nestled against me, her breathing calm and steady. The events of the night before replay in my mind like a cherished melody, each note a testament to the connection we've discovered.

I watch her for a moment, marveling at the delicate curve of her eyelashes and the way her hair spills over the pillow. The vulnerability she allowed me to see last night only deepens my appreciation for the woman beside me.

She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a small smile graces her lips when she sees me watching. "Good morning," she says, her voice a melodic greeting.

"Good morning," I reply, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Did you sleep well?"

Her smile widens. "Better than I have in a long time."

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Me too."

As we linger in the quiet of the morning, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Grateful for the chance to be here, to share these moments with her. The room is filled with a warm, contented silence that speaks volumes.

"Do you want breakfast?" I ask, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm.

She chuckles, a delightful sound that fills the room. "I was hoping you'd say that. I could use some coffee."

I slip out of bed, and as I make my way to the kitchen, I hear her voice from behind, "You didn't have to."

I turn, offering her a playful grin. "I want to. It's the least I can do after you let me invade your personal space."

Hyejin joins me in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. We share a comfortable silence, the kind that needs no words. As I pour the coffee into mugs, I steal glances at her, struck by the simple beauty of these ordinary moments.

"Thank you," she says, accepting the mug with a smile.

I lean against the kitchen counter, sipping my coffee, and we exchange small talk that feels like a dance, each word a step in the rhythm of our growing connection.

As we finish breakfast, she looks at me with a softness in her eyes. "Taehyung, about last night..."

I reach for her hand, a reassuring gesture. "You don't have to say anything. I meant what I said—I'm here for as long as you want me to be."

Her gaze meets mine, a mixture of gratitude and something more profound. 

"You keep me sane," she whispers.

I tighten my grip on her hand, a silent promise to cherish whatever this is becoming. The unspoken understanding between us is a bridge, leading to a shared future.