Diary Of A Fangirl (Gone Wrong)

10. Midnight Revelations

"She wasn't the kind of girl you forget after midnight—she was the kind you remember every time the stars come out."

The chapter picks up where the previous one left off, with Taehyung (V) seeing Y/N walking towards him in the club, amidst the pulsating lights and thumping music. Their eyes lock, and the air seems to thicken with unspoken tension.As Y/N approaches, Taehyung's friends notice the interaction and tactfully excuse themselves, sensing something intimate brewing between Taehyung and Y/N. The club's noise fades into the background as they find themselves drawn closer, their conversation shifting from the earlier café meeting's seriousness to something more charged and playful.

Y/N reveals she had to take an important call earlier – it was about a surprise collaboration opportunity for BTS, which explains her abrupt departure. Taehyung's hurt and confusion start to melt into curiosity and attraction as Y/N starts teasing him about his whiskey consumption "Looks like someone's trying to drown his sorrows... or find his courage?".

The banter turns flirtatious; Taehyung, feeling a mix of alcohol and boldness, pulls Y/N closer into the club's dimly lit VIP area. "You think I need courage to talk to you?" he whispers, his breath grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine.Y/N playfully pushes back, her voice low and sultry, "Maybe I think you need courage to admit what you really want, Tae." The push-and-pull dynamic heightens the sexual tension between them.

As the night deepens, their interactions grow more charged. Taehyung starts tracing patterns on Y/N's hand, his touch sending sparks through her. "What do you think I really want, Y/N?" he asks, his gaze intense.

Y/N's response is a sly smile and a whispered promise: "I'll show you what I want... if you can keep up, Tae." The chemistry between them crackles like live electricity.The chapter ends with Taehyung's heart racing, Y/N leading him by the hand towards a more private area of the club – the anticipation of what's to come hanging thickly in the air, leaving readers wondering about the next intimate move between these two.

The velvet curtain of the VIP lounge swayed gently as Y/N led Taehyung inside, her fingers still entwined with his. The music outside throbbed like a distant heartbeat, but in here, the world felt suspended—dim lights casting golden shadows, the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air, and the tension between them thick enough to taste.

Taehyung leaned against the plush couch, watching her with a mix of curiosity and desire. Y/N didn't sit immediately. Instead, she walked slowly toward the bar tucked into the corner, poured herself a glass of sparkling water, and turned to face him—her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"So," she said, taking a sip, "are you ready for your revelation, Mr. V?"

Taehyung chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Depends. Is it going to ruin me?"

Y/N walked back, her steps deliberate. "Maybe. Or maybe it'll make you feel more alive than you've felt in a long time."

She sat beside him, close enough that their knees touched. Taehyung's hand instinctively found hers again, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You're not like anyone I've met," he murmured.

Y/N tilted her head. "That's because you've never let anyone get this close."

There was a pause. A beat. A breath.

Then Taehyung spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know I wanted this until you walked away earlier. And now... I don't want to pretend anymore."

Y/N's gaze softened. She leaned in, her lips just inches from his. "Then don't."

Their kiss was slow at first—tentative, exploratory. But it deepened quickly, fueled by everything unsaid between them. It wasn't just passion; it was release. It was the culmination of tension, longing, and the thrill of stepping into the unknown.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, Y/N smiled. "Midnight revelations, huh?"

Taehyung grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Best kind."

But before the moment could settle, Y/N's phone buzzed again. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting. "I need to take this," she said, standing up. "It's about the collab."

Taehyung nodded, but something in his chest tightened. The magic of the moment flickered, threatened by reality.

Y/N paused at the curtain, turning back. "Don't overthink it, Tae. Some things are real—even if they happen in the middle of a club, under neon lights."

And with that, she disappeared into the night, leaving Taehyung alone in the velvet silence, heart racing, mind spinning, and wondering what revelation would come next.