“Okay, Y/N, let’s think. Don’t worry, you can get him back! It’ll be alright! But how do I make him remember?”
The thought churned within you. Taehyung’s world was precariously balanced. Entering BigHit now would summon a swarm of reporters, threatening to dismantle the five years of work he’d poured into his career. The potential for vitriol from a segment of the fandom was real. As an ARMY, you understood the darker corners of the fanbase. Caution was paramount.
“Okay, let me look at your phone. We’ll see if they’re looking for you!” You finally exclaimed, reaching for his hand.
Despite your own anxiety, Taehyung seemed burdened by a different weight. He was staring into the distance, lost in thought.
“Taehyung! Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?” You moved closer, kneeling to meet his gaze.
“Ya—WOAH! When did you get in front of me?! Jeez, this girl! What did you want again?” He retorted, frustration lacing his tone.
“YOUR PHONE!” You snapped, exhaustion creeping into your voice. He didn’t heed your plans, nor did he seem capable of forming his own.
“Oh yeah, here…” He pulled a sleek smartphone from his pocket. “DAMN, is this my phone? It looks so expensive! Grandma only ever got me a flip phone, and that was for emergencies.”
“Wait, who’s Jin? He texted me?” Taehyung unlocked the phone and scrolled through a lengthy message.
“Oh wow, this stranger is worried about me!”
A knot of worry tightened in your chest. They were already concerned.
“Quick, just tell them you went to a museum!” You instructed, and to your surprise, he listened, typing out a reply.
Within seconds, a message arrived.
“He said to hurry back after I was done because of…practice?” Taehyung read aloud, his brow furrowed.
“Alright, we have some time. Okay, Taehyung, you don’t know me, but I know A LOT about you. Here, look through this and see if it sparks anything.” You handed him the photo album Jisoo had gifted you for your birthday.
“Why do you have so many pics of me? I look good, but still!” Taehyung exclaimed, flipping through the pages.
“I already told you, dude. I’m your fan, not some sasaeng stalking you. How many times do I have to tell you that you’re a flipping idol?” You snapped, reaching your limit.
“OK, BETTER IDEA! Let’s just search up your name and see if that will make you remember,” you suggested, turning back to your laptop.
The screen lit up, displaying Taehyung’s face once again. A wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized how many photos you’d taken.
“AY, THAT’S ME AGAIN! Girl, are you sure you aren’t some stalker or sasaeng…or maybe…” He slowly approached the study table, his head tilting forward.
“…Do you want to be something special to me?” His voice was a low murmur, inches from your face.
You froze, his proximity stealing your breath.
“WOWWWW THE SEARCH CAME UP HAHAHA!” You blurted, pushing his face away.
“Wait a minute! I just realized that you helped me, and I didn’t even ask for your name!” He said, continuing to browse articles to show him.
“It’s Y/N…Y/F/N.”
To be Continued.
For those who don’t know what that means or stands for…
Y/N - your name Y/F/N - your full name Y/L/N - your last name
Just wanted to clarify so no one is confused!
Also, not really important, but most of the things from this book are based on my life! Not the situations, because, lol, a girl wishes to meet the Gucci god.
Things like the photo album are things I actually have, to make the story seem more real.
Anyways, that’s all.
Thanks for reading! Chapter 3 will be out in a few days!
-TM