Mrs. Kim cleared her throat softly, as if to remind them they weren't alone. "Taehyung," she said lightly, "why don't you sit down? I've just made a very interesting offer to Miss Jisoo." He turned slightly toward his mother, still visibly tense. "You didn't." "Oh, I did," Mrs. Kim said with a calm smile. "She's perfect for the role." Jisoo felt his eyes on her again, heavier now, colder. "Of course you agreed," he muttered. "I didn't," she shot back immediately. "But nice to know how low you think of me." He looked at her like he was trying to read every layer of her - and like he didn't like what he was finding. "Whatever this is," he said finally, voice clipped and sharp, "stay out of it." Jisoo tilted her head, that mischievous spark back in her eyes. "Make me."

When famous star Jisoo, becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, her agency assigns her a bodyguard named Taehyung. But when a close call forces them into hiding, the lines blur between protection and something more dangerous. Fame is messy, desire is reckless, and falling for the man whose supposed to keep you safe might be the riskiest move of all.

"Jisoo may I ask why does your Instagram bio says "𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜"?" Taehyung turns at her glaring. "because I consider myself as your wife" Jisoo says nonchantly still typing on her laptop. this is purely my imagination, I own nothing but the storyline, dialogues. pictures are not mine, cover is from ® Pinterest.

Taehyung blinked. "What are you-" "Your side," she said, pressing the tape down with surgical precision, "and my side." He blinked again. "Wait-" "You stay over there," she continued, gesturing like she was performing a ritual, "and I stay over here. You don't cross the line. No socks, no shoes, no coffee cups. No humming. No existing past the tape." Taehyung stared at her for a beat... then burst out laughing. "You've got to be kidding." "I've never been more serious in my life."

"Bet you didn't think your Monday would include being trapped with your favorite employee." Still focused on his phone, he responds dryly, "I don't play favorites." She closes the distance between them by a few steps, standing just beside his left shoulder. He doesn't move, but she can feel the subtle shift in his breathing. "Liar," she whispers, her voice low, loaded with challenge.

Taehyung stood up halfway. "Hold onto something!" Before Jisoo could react, a loud crack echoed from somewhere above them. The ceiling panels groaned. The whole train rocked again-this time more violently. A man standing near the aisle stumbled hard. His arms pinwheeled. He was falling-straight toward Jisoo. It all happened too fast. She braced, her arms up-but before the man could crash into her, a hand gripped her wrist and yanked her sideways. "Got you," Taehyung said. Jisoo stumbled against his chest. The man thudded into the empty seat beside hers instead, cursing as he hit the floor. The train jolted again. Taehyung didn't let go. He pulled her down beside him, tucking her between himself and the wall of the carriage, shielding her from the chaos. Another tremor rolled through, making the train creak like a dying machine. More people fell. Someone up front shouted in panic. A bottle rolled down the aisle, clinking uselessly.

Jisoo started packing up. "Leaving already?" Jihyun teased. "I have homework." "You have a shrine." Jisoo swatted her friend with her sketchbook and slid off the bench. "Come on." But just as she turned to go, something happened. The basketball bounced once, rolled, and landed near the base of the bleachers-close to her sketchbook bag. Taehyung jogged over to retrieve it. She froze. He looked up. Their eyes met. For the first time in years, they were just a few feet apart. His gaze dropped-only for a second-to the sketchbook she hadn't zipped all the way. The top page fluttered open. A pencil sketch. His face. Mid-smile. Too accurate. Time slowed. Then he blinked, smiled politely, and picked up the ball. "Hey. Sorry." He didn't say her name. Didn't act like he remembered. He turned back toward the court. The moment passed. Jisoo's heart sank. She zipped up her bag so fast the pencil snapped inside.

⚠ Satu hal yang mengejutkan adalah ketika seorang gadis bernama Jisoo yang berasal dari Korea Utara, pergi seorang diri menuju Korea Selatan. Takdir sudah ditetapkan. Ia bertemu dengan seorang Pria pemimpin skuadron, angkatan udara bernama Kim Taehyung. Pria yang menyelamatkan Jisoo dari sebuah kecelakaan Bus di Korea Selatan. Dengan sebuah telepati yang membuatnya terus terikat, hingga menanamkan hati yang dalam di antara mereka. Kisah mereka dimulai, namun tidak semudah itu mendengar nama keduanya bersanding. Hanya sebuah restu yang mereka harapkan, walau sampai kapan pun tak akan mungkin datang. Sebab terdamping perjodohan besar yang tak akan pernah dibatalkan. Jisoo tak pernah sekali pun merasa begitu jatuh, ia ingin bersama Pria itu. Tapi mengapa jatuh cinta rasanya begitu salah? Takdir berkata lain. Selama 19 tahun, Tawanan adalah status seorang Kim Taehyung di Korea Utara. [Vsoo]

"What the Hell are you failing at?" After the initial shock wore off, offense sank in. "Excuse me?" "I want to know what you suck at," he clarified, "there's something here that you can't cook worth shit." Rank 169 in #btstaehyung

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