My Forbidden Fruit - Choi Beomgyu

Chapter 5

Choi Beomgyu's POV

Yes, success, victory! I managed to slip away from Kang Hana's watchful eye. I couldn't deny feeling a pang of guilt for running off and deceiving her, but sometimes a guy has to seize an opportunity. I must admit, it was quite the challenge, waiting until Hana wasn't too suspicious of me and then making my escape by jumping out of a window and sprinting away before any guards could spot me. The fact that I was wearing a dark shirt certainly helped me blend into the night. 

After about five minutes of stealthy walking, I spotted Yeonjun's car parked discreetly on a quiet street corner, well away from prying eyes and palace guards. I slipped into the car without drawing any attention and met up with Kai and Yeonjun. Unfortunately, Taehyun couldn't join us, as he had work commitments and early meetings the next day – tsk tsk a classic case of being a workaholic. 

As I settled into the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. It seemed like my little escapade had worked, and I was free for the night, ready to enjoy some quality time with my friends.

"Where's that lovely lady named Kang Hana?" Yeonjun's question came out of the blue. 

"Well, she was adamant about not letting me go, so I, uh... had to, you know, sneak out," I replied hesitantly. 

"Tsk, I put on my best outfit to impress her, and she's not even here today," Yeonjun grumbled, sounding a bit disappointed. 

I intended to brush off his comment with a casual reply, but an inexplicable pang of something close to an unknown feeling surged within me. It caught me off guard, and I cleared my throat, trying to divert my thoughts as I gazed out the car window.

We finally arrived at the concert venue, and I couldn't help but let out a slight gasp. The place was massive, far larger than I had anticipated. The sight of the crowd, with millions of fans waving their light sticks, wearing BTS merchandise, and buzzing with excitement, was overwhelming. 

I couldn't resist grabbing Yeonjun's shoulder and shouting over the deafening noise, "This might be the only right thing you've ever done!" 

Yeonjun responded with a glare, clearly unamused by my comment, while Kai couldn't help but snicker behind me. We entered the venue with our tickets and found our seats. Unfortunately, we couldn't secure stage seats because Yeonjun was running late for booking the tickets, and most of them were already sold out. Nevertheless, I didn't complain. How many people could say they had the chance to see BTS perform live, regardless of their seats? 

We had to wait for about half an hour before BTS finally graced the stage with what turned out to be the best performance of my life. The energy in the venue was electrifying, and I should have been enjoying it to the fullest. But instead, my thoughts kept drifting back to a certain devastatingly pretty bodyguard. What if she found out I had sneaked out? Would she be disappointed in me? Why was I thinking about her when I am a goddamn prince?

I was lost in my contemplation when Kai nudged my arm and raised an eyebrow, silently questioning my silence. I shook my head and joined the enthusiastic crowd, jumping and waving my purple light stick like a banshee.

We were in the midst of the concert, fully immersed in BTS's performance, when I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind. I turned around oblivious to what the cruel universe had planned out for me, and to my shock, I found Kang Hana standing there. How on earth did she manage to track me down? And more puzzlingly, how did she know my seat number? 

I could only stare at her in disbelief as she grabbed my hand and began to lead me away. Kai and Yeonjun followed behind us, clearly scared. 

We eventually found a quieter spot, away from the blaring music and flashing lights. It was then that I finally had a chance to take in Hana's outfit – extremely short black shorts paired with a loose white shirt. It was a bold choice, to say the least, and it left me momentarily speechless. How could someone manage to look like a runway model in what seemed like casual nightwear? Her attire was clearly affecting my already bewildered hormones.