Whispers of Eternity

Prologue

Title: Whispers of Eternity

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fan Fiction
Main Characters:

Kim Taehyung (V)

Y/N

Other BTS Members: Min Yoongi (Suga), Jeon Jungkook (JK), Jimin, Jin, Namjoon (RM), J-Hope (Hoseok)

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Prologue

The world saw him as a star—a bright, radiant figure that shone in the sky of the entertainment industry. Kim Taehyung, or V as he was known globally, was adored by millions. His face was plastered on billboards across the world, his voice echoed through concert halls, and his every movement was followed by a sea of flashing cameras and screaming fans. Yet, beneath the glitz, the fame, and the perfect smile, Taehyung felt utterly alone.

The heavy curtain of fame had isolated him from the simple things in life that once brought him joy. He missed walking through a park unnoticed, sharing an unguarded laugh with strangers, or simply sitting in a café, lost in the hum of life around him. Now, even stepping outside meant carefully constructed disguises—hoodies pulled low, masks obscuring his face, and eyes that constantly scanned for signs of recognition.

He glanced out of the window of his luxury apartment in Seoul, staring down at the city lights that flickered like stars on the ground. The view from up here was breathtaking, but Taehyung couldn’t feel its beauty. All he could see were the miles of distance between him and the life he once knew. Every light represented someone’s joy, someone's life unfolding in a way that was free and unrestrained. But his world felt like a cage—ornate and golden, but a cage nonetheless.

It was late—long past midnight—but sleep eluded him. The silence of the night crept into his thoughts, amplifying the loneliness that had been gnawing at him for years now. His phone buzzed beside him, another message from the group chat with his bandmates. They were planning for the next day, joking, trying to lift each other’s spirits after another long day of rehearsals. But Taehyung didn’t have the energy to respond. Not tonight.

His eyes drifted across the room, landing on the untouched canvas leaning against the wall. It had been weeks since he last painted, something that had once been his refuge, a way to channel his emotions. But lately, even that seemed too exhausting. What would he paint now? Emptiness? Loneliness? The blank canvas almost mocked him, reflecting his hollow state back at him.

Fame, which had once felt like a dream, now weighed heavy on his chest. He had worked so hard to get here, to be part of BTS, to stand on stage in front of thousands, to be loved by millions. But the price had been steep—too steep, perhaps. His life wasn’t his own anymore. Every step, every word, every breath felt scrutinized. His moments of privacy were few and far between, and even those were tainted by the knowledge that they could be interrupted at any second.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair and sighed deeply. The image of Kim Taehyung, the world-famous idol, was perfect in the public eye. But the real Taehyung—the man behind the mask—felt lost, trapped in a whirlwind of expectations, adoration, and constant pressure.

And then there was the loneliness.

It wasn’t the kind of loneliness that came from being alone physically. He was always surrounded by people—managers, stylists, crew members, and, of course, his bandmates, whom he loved like family. But even with all of them around, there was a distance he couldn’t bridge. No one truly understood what it was like to carry the weight of his persona, to smile when he didn’t feel like smiling, to perform when all he wanted was to disappear.

Sometimes, late at night, he would lie awake and wonder if this was all there was. Was this the price of success? To be loved by millions but feel known by no one? Was this his future—an endless cycle of performing, traveling, and being everything to everyone but nothing to himself?

His heart ached with a longing he couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t for more fame, more recognition, or even more money. What he craved was something real, something—or someone—that could see him for who he truly was, beyond the idol, beyond the celebrity. Someone who could touch his heart and remind him that he was still human, still capable of love and being loved in return.

Taehyung’s thoughts drifted to a recurring dream he’d been having lately. In the dream, he was standing in a field, bathed in sunlight, with a figure in the distance. He couldn’t make out their face, but he felt an overwhelming sense of peace and belonging whenever they were near. It was a dream he clung to, a fragment of hope in an otherwise grey world. He didn’t know who the figure was, but in his heart, he hoped that someday he would meet them.

But until then, he would continue on this path, this endless cycle of fame and loneliness, waiting for something to break through the haze.

The city lights below blinked and shimmered, the world moving forward while Taehyung stood still, trapped in his gilded cage. A part of him wanted to escape, to run far away where no one knew his name, where he could live a simple life, unnoticed and free. But he knew that wasn’t possible. This was his life, for better or for worse.

As the night deepened and the city began to quiet, Taehyung remained by the window, lost in thought. Somewhere out there, he believed, was the answer to his emptiness. Somewhere out there was the person who would change everything. But for now, all he had was the silence of his apartment, the weight of his fame, and the hope that tomorrow might be different.

Tomorrow… maybe tomorrow, things would change.

But for tonight, all he could do was wait.

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End of Prologue

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