Threads of Destiny: BTS's Eighth Soul Saga

08

It had been a week since Y/N began her assignment as BTS's bodyguard, and the world had taken notice. The news of a female bodyguard protecting the globally adored group had sent shockwaves through the fandom and beyond. The internet buzzed with mixed reactions—some questioned the decision to appoint a woman for such a dangerous job, while others, familiar with her impressive track record, came to her defense.

Y/N's reputation had preceded her. Despite her efforts to maintain anonymity, her ocean-green eyes were unmistakable to those who had witnessed her skill and bravery firsthand. Stories of her saving high-profile figures spread quickly, swaying many to support HYBE's decision. As ARMYs debated online, the hashtag #MissGreenEyes began to trend, a testament to her growing legend among the fans.

Inside the protective bubble of their home, BTS watched the unfolding reactions with a mixture of amusement and concern. They had quickly come to respect and trust Y/N, witnessing her dedication and skill up close. Her unyielding commitment to their safety, coupled with her professionalism, had eased any initial reservations they might have had.

Namjoon scrolled through his phone, reading tweets and fan comments. "They’re calling her 'Miss Green Eyes,'" he remarked with a chuckle.

Jin looked up from his book, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's fitting, isn't it? Her eyes are pretty unforgettable."

Jungkook nodded, recalling the intensity in Y/N's gaze when she was on duty. "She's incredible at her job. I don't think we could be in better hands."

Yoongi, usually reserved, expressed his agreement with a simple nod. He respected her quiet strength and the way she handled herself under pressure.

Meanwhile, Y/N remained focused on her duties. She was aware of the chatter but chose to ignore it, prioritizing the safety of the seven men she was tasked to protect. Her days were spent meticulously checking security measures, and her nights were often sleepless as she maintained a vigilant watch over the property.

During a quiet moment, Sejin approached her with a knowing smile. "The world is buzzing about you. 'Miss Green Eyes'—that's quite the nickname."

Y/N shrugged, her expression neutral. "They can call me whatever they want, as long as I do my job."

Sejin nodded, admiring her unwavering dedication. "You've already made a significant impact here. The boys trust you, and that's no small feat."

Inside the house, BTS continued to adjust to the new dynamic. Taehyung often found himself pondering the mystery of Y/N. "I wonder what she thinks about all this attention," he mused aloud one evening.

Hoseok, ever the optimist, smiled. "She probably doesn't care as long as she can do her job. But it must be tough, dealing with all the scrutiny."

As they settled into their routine, the members found comfort in Y/N's presence. Her vigilance allowed them to focus on their music and personal lives, knowing they were well-protected. They had all grown fond of her, not just as their bodyguard but as someone who had quickly become an integral part of their lives.

And so, while the world outside buzzed with curiosity and speculation about 'Miss Green Eyes,' inside their home, BTS and Y/N forged a bond built on mutual respect and trust. Each day, they grew more accustomed to her presence, appreciating the sacrifices she made to ensure their safety. And each day, Y/N found herself more deeply entwined in the lives of the seven men she had sworn to protect, her heart silently hoping for a sense of belonging she had never known before.

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Y/N had an uneasy feeling gnawing at her ever since the initial smooth days of working with BTS. She knew the person trying to harm them was biding their time. The absence of any physical threats had made her more vigilant, and she had already instructed the other bodyguards under her command to heighten their awareness. This was not a time for complacency. Her instincts were sharpened from years of experience, and she felt certain that an attack was imminent.