Celebrity Crush | Kim Taehyung Fan Fiction

Shattered Illusions

(Yeon's POV)

The night had been a tumultuous swirl of emotions, the echoes of a heated exchange still reverberating in my mind. The rhythmic thump of the music in the club was a stark contrast to the turmoil within me. As I melted into the crowd, I couldn't shake off the lingering tension that had unfolded between Taehyung and me.

In the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the club, I took a moment to collect my thoughts. Taehyung's warning lingered, a reminder of the boundaries we navigated around Hyejin. The idea of someone like him being a barrier to what Hyejin and I could have irked me. I couldn't help but harbor a desire to prove that I could be more than just a bodyguard.

As I stepped out into the cool night air, I caught a glimpse of Taehyung and his entourage leaving the club. The intensity of our encounter still clung to the air, and a sly smirk played on my lips. The game had just begun, and I was more than willing to play my part.

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Days passed in a blur of schedules, rehearsals, and the constant presence of Taehyung in Hyejin's life. The encounter at the club lingered in the back of my mind, a persistent reminder of the boundaries I navigated as her bodyguard. 

One morning, as Hyejin settled into the car for another round of packed schedules, I handed her a small item—a thoughtful gesture, nothing more. Her eyes brightened with a polite smile as she accepted it, and I masked the subtle tightening of my jaw at the mention of Taehyung as she shared moments of her life.

The attempts to make her notice me beyond the role of a bodyguard were met with little success. In her eyes, I remained the stoic guardian, a silent presence ensuring her safety. The professional facade held firm, and my efforts to break through the invisible barrier she had unknowingly erected proved futile.

One night, as I accompanied her back to her apartment, our conversation was abruptly cut short when the door opened to reveal Taehyung. He stood there, an undeniable tension in the air as he welcomed Hyejin inside. His knowing gaze met mine briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the complex dynamics at play.

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Once back in my apartment, the air thickened with the acrid scent of smoke as I took a drag of my cigarette. My eyes were fixed on a wall adorned with a picture of Hyejin. Frustration and a subtle obsession played on the edges of my thoughts, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.

"She's slipping through my fingers," I muttered to myself, the frustration evident in my voice. "Taehyung, the damn idol, has her heart. But I can't let that be the end of it."

Multiple loud thoughts clashed in my mind, each vying for dominance. The need to find Hyejin's weakness, to understand the intricacies of her hidden life, became a relentless pursuit.

"She's not invincible," I continued, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Everyone has a crack in their armor. I just need to find hers."

A smirk played on my lips, a subtle determination gleaming in my eyes. The game had only just begun, and the challenge of unraveling the enigma that was Hyejin fueled a newfound sense of purpose.

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An opportunity presented itself during an international ambassador event. The airport buzzed with the frenetic energy of fans and flashing cameras. As Hyejin navigated through the crowd, the press of bodies threatened to overwhelm her. 

With a swift, protective gesture, I positioned myself close to her, my hand subtly resting at her lower back as I guided her through the chaos. I couldn't ignore the fleeting warmth against my fingertips.

In that fleeting moment, our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of surprise in hers. Whether it was the press of the crowd or the unexpected closeness, I seized the opportunity to make an impression—an impression that hinted at a connection beyond the confines of our roles.