Kim Taehyung

Taehyung was running, his heart pounding as if it would burst, each step a desperate attempt to hide from his pursuers. He sprinted into the women's restroom, slamming the door shut behind him. As he approached the cubicle, the girl suddenly realized who was standing before her. Her shock was complete; she couldn't believe her eyes. The star she loved was alive, panting from running, breathing heavily with fear.

Before she could scream, he gently but firmly placed his hand over her mouth, silent, preventing any sound from escaping. He didn't want to hurt her; he knew that any noise could reveal his location and bring him immediate death. Her silence was a mixture of astonishment and fear, but her mind raced. She tried to help him, using any movement or small sound to give the impression that she was alone in the cubicle, that there was no sign of her.

Every second felt like an hour, every movement calculated, every breath heavy with danger. The silence between them wasn't just silence; it was a bond charged with tension and a mysterious trust. She is a witness to the truth behind the star's image, and he knows that her presence here may be the only hope of escaping the madness that haunts him, while her heart beats with a mixture of wonder, fear, and admiration.