The Taehyung Trilogy

Love Wins All 🎇

Readers, in this story imagine You are a K-pop idol releasing a new single (think IU's "Love Wins All" plus the music video) and the male lead in your MV is none other than Kim Taehyung from BTS. Hope you enjoy!

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Hand in hand, you and Kim Taehyung sprint through the dark woods, the rustling leaves of the trees and your gasping breaths the only sounds heard. In the cold air of winter that makes one shrink just by looking at it, you both shudder from the sea breeze and the sub-zero temperature. Doc Martens boots crunching on the ground, you rush towards a dilapidated building for shelter. Faces bloodied and clothes torn, you have been running for hours from something sinister.

Exploring the gloomy, tattered-down building, you find a hug pile of ragged clothing in the middle of the area. You hear a booming sound from whatever is chasing you two and look up. Exhausted, you grab each other's arms and slink behind a counter to hide.

"Cut!" the director yells.

"Aish!" you and Tae scream in unison, dropping your hands.

"I don't know how long it's been since I've run like this," you pant, keeled over and holding your side.

"I know. I can't run because my legs are frozen," he agrees, trying to catch his breath. With sympathetic eyes, one his natural black and one a cloudy, bluish-white color, he gives you a crinkled smile. "Just hang in there until the shoot is over."

"When will it be over?"

"Tomorrow."

"Wait a minute," you seethe, scrunching up your nose cutely. In mock anger, you straighten up and try to escape.

Tae chuckles, grabbing the hood of your black cropped hoodie, and tugs you back. "You didn't tell me the shooting would be this intense."

Your fake lip piercing and the fact that you can hardly move your mouth in the cold weather, makes it difficult for you to talk. "I didn't know it would be like this either."

"Don't worry, they said," Tae imitates the director jokingly. "Just come. I'll take care of everything, they said. Nothing's going to be hard, they said," he says sarcastically.

Ever the actor, he pumps his bent arms back and forth like he's running, then makes the "shivering from cold" gesture with his hands crossed in front of his chest. He gives you a boxy smile when it earns a light-hearted laugh from you.

"Yeah, who came up with this idea?" you ask tongue-in-cheek, knowing full well you had a thorough meeting with the production staff weeks ago for your new single.

To you, however, all this strenuous work is worth it to have Tae as the male lead. You have always found him alluring, an exquisite beauty with some strangeness of proportion. They say part of the definition of beauty is imperfection. Not perfect. An interesting face. Tae's seductive strangeness has a special something that makes him radiant and charismatic. You feel incredibly lucky that he was chosen for the role in the MV after your production team sent him the song for a listen, said he loved it, and wanted to do it.

Placing his hands on his knees for support, Tae tries to rest before asking the director, "Any corrections?"

You and Tae look with desperate eyes at the man in the black snapback behind the camera, willing him to end that part of the shoot.