Falling in love with my Bias

Chapter 1

Sweethearts, before you read.... Don't forget to vote and drop your sweet comments! I really enjoy reading them cause it helps me improve and write better books for you🥹 I hope you appreciate this work aswell🙇🏻‍♀️
———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

You hated how predictable you were.

Every comeback.
Every live.
Every performance.

There you were.

Phone in hand. Heart ready to betray you.

Kim Taehyung wasn't just your bias. He was your comfort place. The kind of person you'd never meet but somehow felt close to. The kind of delusion every fangirl swore she didn't have.

You weren't crazy.
You knew the rules.

Idols and fans lived in two completely different worlds.
You were just... another face in a crowd. And you were okay with that.

Or at least you thought you were.

The concert was your graduation gift to yourself. You stood in the stadium surrounded by purple lights and screaming fans. The energy was overwhelming. It vibrated in your bones.

When BTS came out, the air changed.
And then he stepped forward.

Taehyung.

The crowd exploded.

You didn't scream at first. You just stared. He looked unreal in person — taller, broader, more intense. Cameras didn't do him justice.

You sang every lyric. Not to impress anyone. Not to get noticed. You sang because you loved the music.

Midway through the show, during a slower song, the stage platform began to move closer to your section. Your heart started racing — not because you thought he'd notice you.
But because he'd be close enough to see.

And that terrified you.

He walked lazily across the extended stage, mic hanging loosely in his hand. He looked relaxed. Almost distant.
Then his eyes lifted.

And scanned.
Your section.
Your row.

You swallowed. His gaze brushed over you.
Kept going.

Your chest loosened. Of course. Why would he stop?

Then —
It came back.
Slowly.
Deliberately.

And this time it didn't move on. Your heart skipped so violently it almost hurt.

No.

You were imagining it. There were thousands of people here.

But he didn't look away. His brows furrowed slightly — like he was trying to figure something out.

You suddenly felt exposed. Like he could see every thought in your head.

You looked down first. Because that's what fans do.
You don't hold eye contact with someone who lives in another universe.

The song ended.
The moment passed.

But for the rest of the concert, you felt it.
That strange pull.

Whenever he came near your side of the stage, his attention lingered longer than before.

It was subtle. So subtle no one else would notice.

But you did. And it made your pulse unstable.

After the show, your friend wouldn't stop talking.
"He kept looking at you."
"He did not."
"He did."