𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 ᵏᵗʰ

25 ┃ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭

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The roar of the emptied stadium echoed around you, a strange silence in its wake. You sat on a lone bleacher, red hoodie pulled tightly around you, knees tucked to your chest. A sigh escaped your lips, a mixture of relief and disbelief.

Wembley Stadium.

You were performing at Wembley Stadium in a few hours.

A shadow fell over you; you glanced up to find Taehyung standing above you, his hair a captivating mix of turquoise and gray, signaling yet another change. "Cold?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

The sight brings a small smile to your face, despite the whirlwind of emotions. "No, I'm okay," you reply, shifting slightly to make room for him.

"Good." He nods, offering a warm, boxy smile that seems to light up the dim surroundings. "Just checking," he assures, his voice laced with a warmth that eases the flutter in your heart.

You lean into his side, the red hoodie a soft barrier between you as you murmur, "Can you believe it? I'm here? At Wembley, no less." His arm wraps around you, drawing you closer; the familiar scent of his cologne washes over you, a comforting reminder of normalcy amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

He hums thoughtfully, his gaze wandering over the vast, vacant seats that will soon teem with fans. "I always knew you were meant for stages like this," he says, his voice a gentle murmur that resonates with sincerity.

Your lips curl up into a smirk, raising a brow. "Oh really? Please tell me when you knew, Mr. Psychic?"

Taehyung pulls you closer, ruffling your hair with the bottom of his chin in a playful gesture. "I have you know I knew the moment I heard your voice," he teases back, a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes.

"Yeah, like weeks after meeting me once we had to record the song," you shoot back, playfully rolling your eyes.

He lets out a soft chuckle, the sound sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible. "Alright, alright," he admits with a playful pout. "Maybe it wasn't that instant. But something about it... stuck with me. There's no doubt in my mind you'll blow them away tonight," he continued, his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were soft and serious. "You have this."

The conversation then drifts to lighter memories, and he teases, "I mean, you should at this point. Aren't you the one who beat me up in a club?" His eyes twinkle with mirth, recalling the chaotic first encounter that somehow led you here. "Oh, wait," he feigns a sudden realization, "didn't you also kidnap me?"

The memory sent a blush creeping up your cheeks. You leaned away, swatting at his arm playfully, before you both burst into laughter, the tension dissolving completely."Thank you, Tae," you murmured, leaning into his touch. "For everything."

His hand cups your face, turning you gently to meet his gaze. "Always," he whispered, his gaze holding yours.

The space between you seemed to shrink, the world around you fading away. He leaned in slowly, his breath catching in his throat. You met him halfway, the red of your hoodie a stark contrast to the grey of his hair as your lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

The touch was electric, sending a jolt through your entire body. His hands, warm and trembling slightly, cupped your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. You could feel his racing heartbeat mirroring your own, a frantic drum solo echoing in the quiet emptiness of the stadium.

As the kiss deepened, a wave of heat washed over you. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly, anchoring you to him as if afraid you might disappear. You clung to him just as fiercely, relishing the feeling of his warmth enveloping you.

His lips were soft yet firm, moving with a hesitant passion that mirrored your own. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as his touch sent shivers down your spine, each gentle stroke igniting a spark. You melted into him, forgetting the world around you and surrendering completely to the moment.

The kiss was a whirlwind of emotions—it was a promise, a thank you, and a beginning all rolled into one—a taste of a future filled with love as big and as vibrant as the cheers that would soon fill the stadium.

He finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, both of you gasping for breath; his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were clouded with a newfound depth, a reflection of the emotions swirling within you.

And as your eyes met, you knew that no matter what the future holds, this moment—under the lights of Wembley, with the man who's become an integral part of your life—will forever be etched in your heart.

"To think, it all started with a hoodie," you whisper, leaning into his embrace, "and look where we are now."

Taehyung tightens his hold around you, his voice a soft echo in your ear. "And I can't wait to see where we go from here."

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***Thank you all for the support on this long journey 🥹🥹 i feel so emotional ending this book. i started at 12, and now 19, i wish i could go back in the past and enjoy myself a bit more...with this out the way, i can't wait to get started on my other ideas ❤️❤️

(no hoods attached)
idol!taehyung x fem!reader

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