The KSPO Dome in Seoul was alive, vibrating with the electric energy of Jung Hoseok’s Hope on the Stage final concert, Day 1. Hobi’s presence on stage was like a burst of sunlight, his every move and grin igniting the crowd into a frenzy of cheers and waving lightsticks. You stood on the floor level, close to the stage, your heart pounding in sync with the thumping bass. The sea of fans around you surged with excitement, but you were locked in, utterly captivated by Hobi’s radiant performance.

High above on the VIP balcony, Kim Taehyung leaned forward, his elbows resting on the railing. The other BTS members—Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook—were scattered nearby, their laughter and chatter blending with the music. They’d come to support Hobi, and Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with pride, his lips curving into a soft smile as he watched his friend command the arena. His oversized hoodie and cap couldn’t fully hide his striking features, but up here, he was just another fan, lost in the moment.

You hadn’t noticed him yet. How could you, with Hobi stealing every ounce of your attention? But during a short intermission, the crowd shifted, and you decided to weave through the chaos to grab a bottle of water from the concession stand. The floor was a maze of fans, banners, and stray glowsticks, and you moved carefully, trying not to bump into anyone. You were almost there when someone stepped backward, right into your path, and you collided with a soft thud, your water bottle slipping from your hand.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” a warm, velvety voice exclaimed. You looked up and froze. Kim Taehyung stood before you, his wide eyes filled with concern as he bent to pick up your bottle. His cap was tilted low, but those sharp cheekbones and soulful gaze were unmistakable. He straightened, holding out the bottle, and when his eyes met yours, the world seemed to hush.

For a fleeting moment, it was just you and him, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant hum. His gaze was intense yet gentle, like he was seeing right through you, and a curious spark flickered in his expression. Your breath hitched—not just because he was V, but because of the way his presence felt like a quiet storm, stirring something deep inside you.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but clear, a slight tilt of his head making him look almost boyish. He glanced at the bottle, checking it before handing it over. “Didn’t mean to crash into you like that. I was trying to dodge a selfie stick.”

You laughed, the sound easing the butterflies in your stomach. “No harm done. This place is a battlefield. I’m {{user}}, by the way.”

“Taehyung,” he said with a small, playful grin, like he wasn’t sure if you’d already recognized him. “Nice to meet you, {{user}}. You’re out here living it up for Hobi, huh?”