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Taehyung x Y/N Fanfiction:

Y/N POV

It felt surreal, standing at the edge of the stage, watching the mass of flashing lights, roaring fans, and the blur of thousands of faces cheering for BTS. I had seen this before, millions of times on TV and online, but being here, so close to the chaos and magic of it all—it felt like a dream.

And yet, it was real. It was my reality now. The stage lights illuminated the seven figures performing with flawless energy, but my eyes were glued to one person: Taehyung. The way he moved, his presence on stage, the deep, husky tone of his voice—it captivated me. But what really made my heart race was the way he would steal glances at me from time to time, like a secret we shared that no one else could see.

How did I end up here?

Flashback, one year earlier:

I had always been passionate about music, working as a production assistant for various concerts and events. When the opportunity came to work for Bighit Music, I couldn’t believe my luck. I didn’t think much of the BTS connection at first—I knew they were global superstars, but I had my job to focus on. That is, until the day I first met them.

It was at a rehearsal. I was running around, fixing last-minute technical issues, making sure everything was perfect. And then I saw him. Taehyung.

At first, it was just a fleeting glance. He had this effortless charisma that made it hard not to notice him. But I brushed it off. I wasn’t here to fangirl; I was here to work. That night, however, things changed.

I was in the equipment room, organizing cables when the door swung open, and Taehyung stepped inside. For a moment, we both froze. He gave me a soft smile and said, “You’re the one who makes everything run smoothly, huh?”

I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. “I try.”

From that moment, a quiet connection formed. Every time we crossed paths, he’d make a small comment, ask how my day was going, or simply smile in my direction. It felt innocent at first, but over time, those small moments turned into longer conversations.

Present Day, Y/N POV

The concert was over, and the crowd’s cheers echoed through the walls of the stadium. I slipped backstage, my heart still racing from the energy of the performance. I had a job to do—packing up equipment, coordinating with staff—but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I made my way to the dressing rooms, where the boys were cooling down after the intense performance. As I approached, I saw Taehyung leaning against the wall, talking to one of the staff members. When he saw me, his eyes lit up in a way that made my stomach flutter. He excused himself from the conversation and walked over to me, his voice low, meant just for me.

"Busy night?" he asked, his eyes gleaming under the soft lights.

I nodded, trying to maintain my composure. "Yeah, as always. But you guys killed it out there."

He smiled, his signature boxy grin that made my heart melt every time. "Thanks. You should have been out there watching. I could feel you backstage."

Before I could respond, we were interrupted by one of the managers calling Taehyung for a quick debrief. He gave me a small nod before walking away, but not without a final glance that lingered longer than it should have.

Taehyung POV

As I sat in the dressing room, listening to the managers talk about the logistics of the next leg of our tour, my mind wandered to Y/N. I couldn’t help it. Over the past year, she had become this quiet presence in my life, one I wasn’t expecting but couldn’t ignore.

She wasn’t like anyone else I’d met before. There was something so real about her—no pretense, no expectations. She treated me like I was just a guy doing his job, not the Taehyung that millions of people screamed for. And for someone like me, who was constantly in the spotlight, that was priceless.

But I also knew the risks. Being a part of BTS meant every move I made was scrutinized. Our private lives were hardly our own, and the media would have a field day if they caught wind of my feelings for Y/N. Still, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was falling for her. Hard.

After the meeting, I found her near the equipment truck, carefully organizing some of the gear. I took a deep breath, walking up to her with purpose.

“Y/N,” I said softly.

She looked up, surprised. “Hey, everything okay?”

I nodded, stepping closer. There were people around, but I didn’t care. “Can we talk? Somewhere private?”

She blinked, a little confused but nodded. “Sure.”

We found a quiet spot outside, where the cool night air contrasted the heat of the stadium. I could hear the distant hum of the city, but out here, it felt like we were in our own world.

“I can’t keep pretending anymore,” I blurted out, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

She frowned, clearly confused. “Pretending?”

“That we’re just friends, that I don’t feel something more for you,” I continued, my words rushing out now. “I think about you all the time, Y/N. I don’t know when it happened, but I can’t stop it. And I don’t want to.”

There was a long pause. Her eyes were wide, searching my face for something, and I suddenly felt vulnerable in a way I hadn’t felt in years.

“Taehyung…” she began, her voice soft, unsure. “This… this isn’t simple. Your life, the media… it’s all too complicated.”

“I know,” I admitted, stepping closer to her, “but that doesn’t change how I feel. We can figure it out, together.”

Y/N POV

His words hit me like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of me. I had always felt something for him, but I had convinced myself it was just admiration, a silly crush that would fade. But hearing him say he felt the same—everything suddenly became real. Too real.

I took a step back, shaking my head. “Taehyung, your life is in the spotlight. I don’t think I can handle that. The fans, the media… I’m just a regular person. This could ruin everything for you.”

He reached out, gently taking my hand. His touch was warm, grounding, and despite everything swirling in my mind, I felt safe.

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said softly. “You make me feel like myself, Y/N. Not Taehyung from BTS, but just… me.”

My heart ached with how sincere he sounded, but fear still gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. “But what if—”

Before I could finish, we heard a loud noise nearby, like someone had knocked over a piece of equipment. We both froze, eyes scanning the area, and that’s when we saw him—a man in a hoodie, crouched low, holding a camera. A paparazzo.

“Oh no…” I whispered, my stomach dropping.

Taehyung’s face darkened as he realized what was happening. Without a word, he grabbed my hand, pulling me with him as we started running. The man chased after us, his camera clicking furiously.

Taehyung POV

I could hear the footsteps behind us, the sound of the camera capturing every moment as we ran through the maze of equipment and staff. My heart was pounding, but not from fear—anger surged through me. How had they found us here?

I pulled Y/N closer, trying to shield her from the relentless photographer. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. The invasion of privacy, the way they would twist this moment into something ugly.

We ducked into a nearby storage room, slamming the door behind us. Both of us were breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through our veins.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice rough from running.

Y/N nodded, though her eyes were filled with worry. “What happens now? He… he got pictures of us.”

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling up. “I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to the company. But Y/N, I don’t want you to be scared of this. I’ll protect you.”

She looked at me with wide eyes, the weight of everything settling in. “Taehyung, this isn’t just about me. Your career, your life… are you really willing to risk all of that?”

Without hesitation, I stepped closer, cupping her face in my hands. “I’m willing to risk it for you.”

Y/N POV

The intensity in his eyes made me believe him. In that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just us. The chaos of the past few minutes, the fear of the media, it all seemed to melt away as I looked into his eyes.

I didn’t know what the future held. I didn’t know if we could really survive the pressure of his fame, the scrutiny of the public, but I knew one thing—I loved him.

Slowly, I leaned in, closing the gap between us. Our lips met, soft and gentle at first, but filled with all the emotion we’d been holding back for so long. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, like this was where

we were meant to be.

When we pulled back, Taehyung rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.

“No matter what happens, I’m not letting go of you,” he whispered.

And in that moment, I believed him.