Threads of Destiny: BTS's Eighth Soul Saga

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Y/N had always prided herself on her heightened awareness. The life of a bodyguard demanded nothing less. As she guided BTS through the throngs of adoring ARMYs after their photoshoot, she kept a close eye on the sea of faces. The fans were ecstatic, waving banners and shouting words of love and encouragement. Despite the recent revelations about BTS being soulmates, the ARMYs had rallied around them, proving once again that they were the best fandom in the world.

But Y/N also knew that where there was love, there was often hate lurking just beneath the surface. Her eyes swept the crowd, searching for anything or anyone that seemed out of place. And then she saw him—a man in the middle of the crowd, trying too hard to blend in. His movements were furtive, his eyes cold and focused.

**There you are, you bastard,** she thought, her pulse quickening. The man pulled out a bottle, the glint of its glass catching the light. In an instant, Y/N's training kicked in. She moved like a flash, placing herself between BTS and the impending danger.

The bottle shattered against her head with a sickening thud. She felt the sharp pain and the warmth of her own blood trickling down her face, but she didn't falter. She couldn't. The crowd gasped in shock, and she could hear the murmur of worried voices, but her focus remained unbroken.

"Cover BTS!" she barked at the other bodyguards, her voice steady despite the pain. "And get that attacker!"

The bodyguards sprang into action, surrounding BTS and moving to apprehend the man. Y/N kept her stance, her vision slightly blurred but her determination unwavering. She could see the concern in the eyes of the BTS members, but there was no time for reassurances.

"Y/N, you're hurt!" Jungkook's voice broke through the chaos, filled with worry.

"I'm fine," she replied curtly, though she knew she wasn't. But she didn't care. "Get in the van, all of you. Now."

With practiced precision, she ushered them into the van, ignoring the throbbing pain in her head. She could feel the warm blood dripping down her neck, but her priority was getting them to safety.

Once everyone was inside, she slammed the door shut and climbed into the co-driver seat. Mr. Lee was already behind the wheel, his face pale with worry.

"Drive, Mr. Lee. Now," she commanded.

As the van pulled away, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The adrenaline was keeping her alert, but she knew she needed medical attention. Still, she couldn't let BTS see how much she was hurting. They had enough to worry about.

In the back of the van, the members were visibly shaken. Namjoon leaned forward, his voice tight with concern. "Y/N, you need help. You're bleeding a lot."

She turned slightly to meet his gaze, offering a weak smile. "I've had worse, Namjoon-ssi. This is nothing. The important thing is that you're all safe."

Jimin's eyes were wide with worry. "But you're hurt! We need to get you to a hospital."

"Not until I know you're all secure," she insisted. "I'll be fine. I've dealt with worse injuries before."

Taehyung looked at her with a mixture of admiration and sadness. "You're incredible, Y/N. But you need to take care of yourself too."

Her heart softened at his words, but she remained resolute. "My duty is to protect you, and that's what I'm doing. We'll deal with my injuries once I'm sure you're safe."

The drive back to the house was tense, the silence heavy with unspoken fears. Y/N kept her eyes on the road, scanning for any further threats. Her head was pounding, but she pushed the pain aside.