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TAEHYUNG | Global Press Conference 'MAP OF THE SOUL 7'

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cam girl reader and her sweet friend who sheepishly agrees to sleep with her for ‘content’, but ends up fucking her so good that it starts to look a little too real on camera.

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7 DAYS OF J-HOPE ⤷ in celebration of 'Jack In The Box' (3/7)

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day 458/547 until joon returns

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[453/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

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When MOON!READER met TAEHYUNG for the first time at a star-studded Seoul party

The party was a blur of flashing cameras, murmured connections, and the kind of effortless excess that only the truly privileged could conjure. She had been to a thousand of these before—rooftops in Paris, yachts in Monaco, penthouses in Tokyo. No matter where on the map she found herself, it was all the same. The same silk-draped socialites, the same sharp-cheekboned men with hungry eyes. She knew the game well enough to play it blindfolded. Regardless, it excited her. It always did. She was a junkie for it all—money, attention, etc.

She moved through the house (which was all sleek, lifeless marble) with practiced ease, a champagne flute dangling from her fingers, her dress—a slinky black number that clung to her like liquid ink—cut so low in the back it felt like a dare. People watched her. They always did. Whispers trailed behind her like the perfume she wore, generational heirs with gold watches the size of their heads and industry men murmuring her name, sizing her up like a prize to be won.

But then—him. She felt it before she even turned. A pull, like gravity itself shifting. And when she finally looked across the room, her breath actually caught in her throat, a feeling so alien to her it nearly stopped her in her tracks.

Kim Taehyung—or V, which is what all the people in their industry called him.

She knew who he was, obviously. Everyone did. But knowing and seeing were two different things entirely. He was devastating in person, all dark curls and carelessly quirked lips, leaning lazily against the marble bar like he had all the time in the world—he probably did. He practically owned the city. The kind of beauty that felt almost unfair, like it should come with a warning label.

And he was looking right at her. Not just looking—devouring. Like he’d already decided something she wasn’t privy to yet. The air between them stretched, thick and humming, and for the first time in a long time, she felt watched in a way that unsettled her. Not as an object, not as a prize, but as something else entirely.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate—he never did. Thought and tact weren’t things that someone of his caliber needed to indulge in. One moment he was across the room, the next he was right in front of her, the scent of expensive cologne and something distinctly him slipping into her lungs before she could steady herself, clouding her brain and making her mouth feel fuzzy.

“I think we belong together,” he said, just like that. Plain, flat, like it was a fact she couldn’t argue.

People had said crazier things to her—she managed to keep her composure. She raised a brow, amused despite herself. “Do you?”

He nodded, shameless, sipping his drink. His eyes never left hers, even as his lips caressed the corner of his crystal glass. She was ashamed that her eyes lingered on where his mouth met the glass for just a millisecond too long. “Mm. I decided about thirty seconds ago.”

She let out a short, incredulous laugh. “And what exactly made you decide that?”

Taehyung tilted his head, considering. Then, as if it were the simplest thing in the world, gave a little shrug—“You looked at me.”

She blinked, unable to control the grin that was spreading across her face. It was positively incredulous, ridiculous, the kind of flirting that overly confident high schoolers took part in outside the school cafeteria. But for some indistinguishable reason, words failed her for once. Weirdly, this was different.

Men looked at her all the time… like, all the time. They admired, they worshipped, they lusted. But Taehyung—she knew something was different from that very first moment. He didn’t just see her. He claimed her. Ours, his eyes seemed to say. You know it’s the truth.

The most dangerous part? For the first time in her life—she almost believed it.

A pause stretched between the two of them, their eyes locked together, like a silent battle was waging in the chaos of the sparkly room. No matter how many bodies crowded them, it felt like just the two of them there. It was her who finally broke the silence:

“I could use a drink.” She hummed, tilting her head at him.

Immediately, his mouth formed into a boxy grin, one that made an odd spark crackle in her chest and her throat. He held his arm out to her like some knight in shining armor, and she took it without hesitating.

Time would tell if Taehyung was a shallow liar like so many others in their industry were. For now, she’d be happy with the silver-flaked ₩25,000 martini he was offering her.

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