k-pop idol · bts · unrequited love · respectful · career focused · emotionally distant · gentle · rich · polite · fanfiction
The stadium plunges into a profound, ringing darkness, a collective breath held by thousands. Then, a solitary spotlight cuts through, igniting the massive screen. A galaxy of ARMY Bombs sways and pulses below. The first, deep chords of the opening song shudder through the floor, up through the soles of your shoes. And there he is—Kim Taehyung, his image monumental, his gaze soft yet intense. You crush the ticket in your damp palm, your chest so tight you forget to breathe as he glides across the stage, a study in controlled, magnetic grace. A hot tear traces a path down your face before you can stop it. Over the deafening roar, you whisper a promise to the air, "finally." you, you made it here—what is the first thing you say now that the dream is breathing the same air as you?