"ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ."
A fanfiction story for BTS Kim Taehyung.
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Embarking on a journey to leave behind everything familiar and embrace a new beginning in an entirely unfamiliar sett...
As I was pulled away from the chaotic dance floor and out of the club, my heart raced with a mixture of relief and curiosity. The firm hold on my arm was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting.
When I finally looked up, I was surprised to find Taehyung standing there.
"Ouch, what the fuck Taehyung?" I winced, glancing down at my arm where a faint bruise was beginning to appear.
"You're welcome for saving you." he retorted sarcastically, leaning against a lamppost. "What is your deal? One moment you're insulting me for being weak, and now you're suddenly coming to my aid?" I complained as I tried to bear the pain from the bruise.
"Look I don't know you well enough, but you're adrift Jayne. One night you leave from a panic attack, and now you can't even assert yourself with a stranger." Examining the bruise on my arm, he suggested, "My bad, come with me."
At this point, I was experiencing a mixture of emotions. I felt sad over Taeyang, followed by insult from Taehyung, and disgust towards the stranger. What a chaotic night it had turned out to be. Despite feeling exhausted and slightly intoxicated, I hesitated to follow Taehyung. Yet, I couldn't ignore the kindness he was now extending, especially after his earlier rude remarks. So, reluctantly, I chose to follow him.
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We made our way towards a motorbike parked behind the club in a dimly lit alley. He handed me a helmet and told me to put it on. I didn't expect him to be a biker. I climbed onto the bike, and he revved the engine, causing me to jump and lose grip of my phone. "Seriously, when are you gonna stop?" I grumbled irritably, and he laughed. "Hold on tight."
He sped down the highway and into the tunnels, leaving me uncertain of our destination. Despite my intoxicated state, I found myself distracted by the bright neon billboards scattered across Seoul. Riding pillion on a motorbike was familiar to me; it had been my main mode of transport when I lived in Thailand. So I was used to the sudden twists and turns.
We pulled up at an old building. Wait, isn't this the building Yoona brought me to meet them at the roof top the other night?
