BTS IMAGINES AND SCENARIOS

Mirage✿⁠ (Kim Taehyung/ V)

The carnival was alive with color and chaos. Lights flashed in a blur of red, blue, and gold; laughter and music spilled through the night air. Yet, somehow, with Taehyung’s hand wrapped firmly around yours, everything else faded into a haze, like you were walking through a dream only he could guide you through.

“Come on,” he urged, his boxy grin wide as he pulled you toward a booth.

“You’ve never had cotton candy? That’s basically a crime.”

You laughed as he handed you a cloud of sugar, only to steal half of it before you could take a bite.

“Unbelievable,” you scolded, but he just wiggled his brows and leaned closer, sticky fingers and all.

The night moved in fragments — his laughter echoing against neon lights, his eyes glinting when he won a small prize at a game booth, the way he always made sure you stayed close in the crowd. Each moment slipped by like sand, fleeting but vivid, as if the carnival itself was bending around the two of you.

Eventually, he tugged you onto the ferris wheel. The cart creaked as it rose, the carnival shrinking beneath your feet until the whole city stretched out, twinkling like another universe. Up here, the noise dulled, and the world felt impossibly far away.

Taehyung turned to you then — no teasing grin this time, no playful words. Just that steady gaze, those warm, soulful eyes that seemed to see past everything you thought you were hiding.

“Doesn’t it feel unreal?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if he meant the view or the moment itself.

“Like a dream.”

“Mm,” he hummed, leaning closer until his shoulder brushed yours. His voice dropped, low and velvety.

“Sometimes I wonder if that’s all we are… a dream. Something too good to last.”

The confession sent a shiver through you, not from fear, but from the raw honesty in his tone. You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his before he could pull away.

“Even if it is,” you said softly, “I’d still choose to live it. Every time.”

His breath caught, his lips parting as if to reply, but no words came. Instead, he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing across your skin like he was memorizing the texture of reality, grounding himself in you.

The ferris wheel reached its highest point, the world beneath bathed in lights, but all you saw was him — his smile now small, tender, almost reverent.

“If this is a mirage,” Taehyung whispered, leaning close enough that his breath mingled with yours, “then you’re the only part of it I never want to wake from.”

And in that suspended moment — with the city shimmering below, the carnival spinning on without you, and his eyes holding yours like a promise — you realized something: some dreams weren’t meant to fade. Some were meant to be lived, over and over again, until they became the only reality that mattered.