Celebrity Crush | Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Rooftop

(Taehyung's POV)

I enter the house with a grin plastered on my face, the events of the night with Hyejin still playing in my mind like a sweet melody. Jimin, ever the observant one, catches on immediately.

"Taehyung, why do you look like you just won the lottery?" he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I chuckle, unable to contain my happiness. "Well, someone had a good night," Hoseok adds, joining in the banter.

I feel my cheeks heat up, a telltale sign of the blush that I can't seem to control. "Maybe I did," I reply, the secret locked behind a grin.

Jimin raises an eyebrow. "Sleepover at Hyejin's, huh?"

I nod, not bothering to hide my excitement. "Yeah, she asked me to stay. It was nice."

Hoseok winks playfully. "Hmm... Nice? Taehyung, you're turning into a real gentleman."

I roll my eyes, pretending to be nonchalant, but inside, I'm reliving every moment spent with Hyejin. There's a warmth in my chest, a feeling that goes beyond the casual camaraderie of friendship.

The guys exchange glances, sensing that there's more to the story. Jimin breaks the silence, his tone laced with curiosity. "So, are you two official now?"

I pause, considering the question. "Not officially official, you know? But we're... more than friends."

Hoseok smirks. "Ah, the mysterious in-between stage. Classic Taehyung."

I shrug, a sheepish smile playing on my lips. "We're taking it one step at a time. No need to rush."

Namjoon, who's been quietly observing the conversation, chimes in with his wisdom. "Sometimes, the best things take time to unfold. Just enjoy the journey, Taehyung."

His words resonate with me, and I nod in agreement. 

The night with Hyejin was more than just a sleepover. It was a revelation, a connection that felt deeper than any label could capture.

As the guys disperse, leaving me to my thoughts, I can't help but replay the night in my mind. The way she looked at me, the shared laughter, the quiet moments of understanding—it all adds up to something special.

I grab my phone, considering whether to text her or not. The butterflies in my stomach tell me to go for it. So, with a smile on my face, I type a simple message: "Last night was amazing. When can I see you again?"

As I hit send, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. Whatever this is with Hyejin, it's a journey I'm more than willing to embark on, one step at a time.

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The next few days are a whirlwind for me. Hyejin's schedule is packed with interviews, photo shoots, and rehearsals for her upcoming solo concert. Despite her hectic life, we manage to steal moments for each other—quick phone calls, exchanged texts that feel like stolen kisses in the midst of chaos.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day for both of us, we find ourselves sitting on the rooftop of her apartment building. The city lights twinkle below us, and there's a gentle breeze that carries the scent of the night. Hyejin looks exhausted but still wears a bright smile.

"Being JYP's biggest star seems demanding," I say, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

She chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "You have no idea. But it's worth it. I love what I do."

I nod, understanding the passion that drives us both in our respective worlds. There's a magnetic pull between us, a shared understanding that goes beyond words. We sit in companionable silence, the city humming below us.

"You make it all worth it, Taehyung," she says, her eyes locking onto mine.

A warmth spreads through my chest, and I can't help but smile. "You make my world brighter, Hyejin."

As we continue talking, the conversation takes a turn into more personal territory. Hyejin shares her dreams, the challenges she faces in the industry, and I find myself opening up about my own struggles and aspirations. It's a dance of vulnerability, a gradual unveiling of our inner selves.

At one point, our hands brush, and there's a spark that ignites between us. The air is charged with an unspoken tension. 

I lean in, my lips a breath away from hers, and I murmur, "If you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away."

She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and something deeper. "I won't."

Our lips meet in a soft, lingering kiss—a promise of what could be. The city below fades into the background, and in that moment, it's just us, navigating the delicate space between friendship and something more.

The next day, as Hyejin heads off to another round of rehearsals, I find myself replaying that rooftop moment. The connection we share is undeniable, but the timing feels delicate, like a flower just about to bloom.

In the midst of her busy schedule, we steal moments together whenever we can. A shared coffee in the early morning hours before her interviews, a stolen glance across the crowded room during her photoshoots. Each stolen moment feels like a treasure, a secret we keep from the world.

After one of her concerts, we find ourselves backstage. The adrenaline is still coursing through her veins, and there's a radiant glow on her face. 

She spots me in the crowd, and our eyes lock. In that moment, it's as if the chaotic world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us.

She approaches, and without a word, I pull her into a hug. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air, and I feel her heartbeat against mine. It's a silent reassurance, a moment of quiet understanding in the midst of the loud cheers and applause.

"You were amazing out there," I whisper into her ear.

She pulls back, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you, Tae. Having you here means the world to me."

We linger backstage for a while, immersed in the energy of the moment. Yet, as the night progresses, the unspoken tension between us grows. It's a delicate dance, a push and pull of emotions.

As she prepares to leave for her next destination, she looks at me with a hint of longing. "Taehyung, I wish we had more time."

I nod, understanding the constraints of our lives. "Me too, Hyejin."

With a soft smile, she presses a quick kiss on my cheek before disappearing into the whirlwind of her idol life. I'm left standing there, the warmth of her lips lingering on my skin.

Days turn into weeks, and our stolen moments continue. Each interaction leaves me craving more, yet the timing remains elusive. 

We sit side by side, the city below us coming to life as the night unfolds. In that moment, we're not idols with demanding schedules; we're just two people, navigating the uncertain waters of something more.

We share stories, dreams, and laughter. The rooftop becomes a haven, a sanctuary away from the chaos. Yet, as the clock ticks on, the reality of our lives creeps back in. 

Hyejin stands up, her expression a mix of longing and responsibility.

"I have an early rehearsal tomorrow," she says, her voice regretful.

I stand up with her, the distance between us closing. "I understand, Hyejin. Take care."

She leans in, pressing a soft kiss on my lips. It's a promise, a silent agreement that our journey is still unfolding. As she disappears into the night, I'm left standing on the rooftop, the echoes of her presence still lingering.