In the bustling city of Seoul, where the neon lights danced like fireflies against the night sky, lived a young woman named Y/N.

She was twenty five years old, with a life that seemed simple on the surface but carried depths of quiet strength and hidden scars. 

Y/N had been orphaned at a young age, losing her parents in a tragic car accident when she was just fifteen.

Since then, she had learned to navigate the world alone, building walls around her heart to protect it from further pain. 

She lived in a small, cozy apartment on the outskirts of the city, filled with books, plants, and memories of better days.

But what truly filled her days with color was her unwavering love for BTS.

Y/N had been a fan of BTS since their debut in 2013.

She remembered the first time she heard “No More Dream” blasting through her earphones during a lonely bus ride home from school.

The raw energy, the honest lyrics about chasing dreams despite hardships it resonated with her like nothing else. From that moment, she was hooked. 

She collected every album they released, starting with 2 Cool 4 Skool, then O!RUL8,2?, Skool Luv Affair, and on through Dark & Wild, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life series, Wings, Love Yourself trilogy, Map of the Soul, BE, Proof, and their latest releases.

Her shelves groaned under the weight of physical copies CDs, vinyls, photobooks, and special editions.

She even had rare merchandise from their early days, like signed posters from fan meetings she could only dream of attending back then.

But it wasn’t just the music; it was the members themselves who became her family in spirit.

She admired their journey from underdogs to global superstars, their dedication to their craft, and their messages of self-love and perseverance.

Among them, her bias was Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae.

To Y/N, Jungkook was perfection wrapped in talent and humility. 

She loved his powerful vocals that could shift from soft melodies to intense raps, his flawless dance moves that seemed to defy gravity, and his artistic skills in everything from drawing to filmmaking.

She adored his bunny like smile, his doe eyes that sparkled with mischief, and his work ethic that inspired her to push through her own struggles. 

Jungkook’s solo tracks like “Euphoria” and “Still With You” were her anthems songs she played on repeat during late nights when loneliness crept in.

She saw in him a kindred spirit: someone who had faced doubts but emerged stronger, just like her.

Y/N’s life wasn’t all about fandom, though. She owned a small cafe called “Dimple Brew” in a quiet neighborhood, named after her own deep dimples that appeared whenever she smiled genuinely.

The cafe was her sanctuary, a place where she poured her heart into crafting perfect lattes, baking fresh pastries, and creating a warm atmosphere for her customers. 

She loved the work the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans, the sound of the espresso machine humming, and the satisfaction of seeing people leave with a smile.

Dressed in her signature aesthetic yet professional style, she often wore flowy blouses in soft pastels paired with tailored pants or skirts, accessorized with simple jewelry and her hair tied in a neat ponytail.

It made her feel put together, even on days when her allergies acted up.

Y/N was highly allergic to animals, especially their fur. 

It wasn’t just a mild reaction; exposure could lead to severe hives, breathing difficulties, and in worst cases, it could be life-threatening.

She avoided pets at all costs, sticking to her plant-filled home instead.

Despite her successes, Y/N had no friends. It wasn’t by choice at first, but past experiences had taught her harsh lessons.

In high school, she had trusted a group of girls who seemed genuine, only to discover they were spreading rumors about her family’s tragedy for their own amusement. 

The betrayal left her with deep trauma, making her wary of letting anyone close.

“I don’t need anyone,” she often told herself.

“Better to live alone than have snakes in my garden.”

So, she kept to herself, finding companionship in BTS’s music and her cafe’s daily rhythm.

One fateful evening, Y/N’s dream came true. She had saved up for months to buy a ticket to BTS’s concert in Seoul, a special event featuring solo performances alongside group hits.

It was her first time seeing them live, and excitement bubbled inside her like champagne. 

She arrived early, dressed in a white blouse with lace details and black slacks, her hair cascading in soft waves.

Her seat was in the front rows, close enough to feel the stage’s energy.

As the lights dimmed and the crowd roared, BTS took the stage, and Y/N’s heart soared.

The concert was magical. They opened with high-energy tracks like “Dynamite” and “Butter,” the members’ charisma filling the arena.

Y/N sang along to every word, her voice lost in the sea of ARMY cheers. 

Then came the solo segments. Jungkook stepped forward for “Euphoria,” the stage transforming into a dreamlike world with floating lights and ethereal visuals.

He wore a flowing white shirt that accentuated his toned frame, his dark hair slightly tousled. As the intro played, he began singing:

“You are the cause of my euphoria…”

His voice was smooth, like velvet, carrying emotion that made Y/N’s eyes well up.

She watched him dance, his movements fluid and precise leaps that seemed to hang in the air, spins that blurred the line between reality and fantasy. 

The crowd swayed with lightsticks, creating an ocean of purple. Y/

N smiled widely, her deep dimples carving into her cheeks, feeling a connection that transcended the stage.

As “Euphoria” faded, the lights softened further, and Jungkook transitioned into “Still With You.” The arena hushed, the intimate ballad wrapping around everyone like a warm embrace.

He sat on a stool, microphone in hand, his expression vulnerable yet strong. The piano notes began, and he sang:

“When the rain starts to pour out, like a warm hug, you wrap around me…”

Y/N felt tears prick her eyes. This song was her lifeline during tough times, reminding her she wasn’t truly alone.

She mouthed the lyrics, her smile unwavering, dimples deepening with every note.

Unbeknownst to her, Jungkook’s gaze swept the audience during the chorus. 

His eyes locked onto her a girl in the front row, her face illuminated by the stage lights, smiling with such purity and depth.

Her dimples caught the light like hidden treasures, and something stirred inside him.

It was quiet but sinister, a roar of possession that he couldn’t explain.

Who was she?

Why did her smile feel like it was meant only for him?

In that intense moment, she had captured his attention completely.

The concert ended in a blaze of fireworks and encores, with BTS performing “Mikrokosmos” as the finale.

Y/N left the venue exhilarated, her heart full.

Little did she know, backstage, Jungkook couldn’t shake her image. 

As he wiped sweat from his brow, he turned to his manager, Sejin. “Hyung, did you see that girl in the front? The one with the dimples? Find out everything about her.”

Sejin nodded, accustomed to Jungkook’s whims, though this felt different more insistent.

#._ [ two days passed ] 

Y/N was back at her cafe, the morning rush in full swing. She frothed milk for a cappuccino, humming “Still With You” under her breath. The bell above the door chimed, and a man in a sharp suit entered.

He was middle aged, with a professional demeanor that screamed “entertainment industry.”

He scanned the room and approached the counter.

“Excuse me, are you Y/N? Owner of Dimple Brew?” Y/N looked up, wiping her hands on her apron.

She nodded cautiously. “Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”

The man smiled politely, but his eyes were calculating.

“I’m Sejin, manager for BTS. Jeon Jungkook would like to meet you. He noticed you at the concert.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

Jungkook?

Her bias?

Noticed her?

It sounded like a dream, but suspicion crept in. “Me? Why? This must be a mistake.”

Sejin shook his head. “No mistake. He was quite specific. Please, come with me. There’s a car waiting outside.”

Her mind raced. As a fan, this was unbelievable, but her past traumas made her wary.

What if it was a scam? Still, curiosity won.

She called her part time employee to cover and followed Sejin to a black SUV.

The drive was silent, taking them to a high-rise building in Gangnam Big Hit’s headquarters.

They entered a private elevator, ascending to a luxurious lounge on the top floor.

Jungkook was there, lounging on a leather couch, dressed casually in a black hoodie and jeans.

His presence filled the room tall, muscular, with that signature piercing gaze.

He stood as they entered, his eyes locking onto Y/N with the same intensity from the concert.

“Hello, Y/N. I’m Jungkook. Thank you for coming.” She bowed slightly, her voice trembling.

“H-Hello. I… I can’t believe this. You’re my bias. I’ve been a fan since debut.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes fully. “I know. Sit down. We have something to discuss.”

Sejin placed a folder on the table an NDA, thick with legal jargon. Jungkook leaned forward.

“I saw you at the concert. During ‘Still With You.’ Your smile… those dimples. They caught my eye. I want you to be mine.”

Y/N blinked, confusion washing over her. “What? Be yours? Like… a fan meet?” Jungkook chuckled softly, a sound that sent chills down her spine.

“More than that. This NDA binds you to me. Not just sexually, but completely. You’ll accompany me everywhere I need you. It’s forever until I say otherwise.”

Her eyes widened as she skimmed the document.

It outlined exclusivity, secrecy, and obligations that made her stomach churn.

Sexual clauses were explicit, demanding her availability at his whim.

“This is insane. I can’t sign this. I’m not some object.”

Jungkook’s expression darkened, the sinister spark igniting.

“You don’t have a choice. I’ve already learned about you orphaned, alone, no friends. Your cafe is doing well, but one word from me, and it could crumble. Sponsors pulled, bad reviews flooding in. Or worse, your allergies… I have ways to make life difficult.”

Threats.

Manipulation.

Y/N’s trauma flared memories of betrayal making her panic. “No! I won’t!” She bolted for the door, heart pounding.

But Jungkook was faster.

He grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his chest, holding her tightly.

His arms were like steel bands, his breath warm against her ear.

“Shh, don’t run. Think about it. I’m your bias, right? You admire me my voice, my dance, my everything. This is your chance to be close to me. Forever. I’ll take care of you. No more loneliness. Just us.”

She struggled, tears streaming. “Let go! This isn’t right.”

His grip softened slightly, but he didn’t release her. “Sign it, Y/N. Or lose everything. Your smile belongs to me now.”

Sejin watched impassively, holding the pen out. Y/N’s mind screamed, but the pressure was overwhelming.

The room spun as she realized her idol’s shadow hid a darkness she never imagined.

As the minutes ticked by, Jungkook’s words wove a web of false promises.

“Imagine it traveling with me, concerts from backstage, my songs dedicated to you. No more empty apartment. I’ll be your everything.”

Her resistance crumbled under the manipulation, the threats hitting her vulnerabilities. With a shaky hand, she signed, sealing her fate in ink.

But deep down, that sinister roar inside Jungkook grew louder, satisfied for now.

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To be continued……