Taehkook

It was past midnight.

The whole city was asleep, except for a man sitting at the window of his dark room, looking at his phone screen.

On the screen, the image of “Kim Taehyung” was visible; the most famous idol in the country. A calm face, fair skin, a smile that had captivated millions in his commercials. The media had dubbed him the “Angel of the Stage.”

The man swiped his finger across the screen.

Again, the same official page.

Again, the same photos.

Again, the same comments that appeared under almost every new post.

But no one knew who the author of those comments was.

“Jungkook”

A name whispered with fear in the city’s underworld.

The head of one of the country’s largest mafia networks.

A man who hundreds of people took orders from and almost no one dared to ask about.

But he himself, every night, sat behind the same screen for hours.

Not for money.

Not for business.

Just to see one person.

Taehyung

Anonymous messages had been arriving on Taejun’s personal account for weeks.

At first, the messages were short.

“You had a great performance tonight.”

Then they became:

“You looked tired today.”

And then:

“Don’t worry. I’m watching you.”

Taehyung hadn’t answered any of them.

At first, he thought he was a fanatic.

But when the messages came with details that only someone close to him could know, it was no longer a joke.

He immediately ordered his security team to increase surveillance.

The entrance to the building.

The parking lot.

The studio.

The routes of travel.

Everything was monitored.

But they didn’t know one thing.

Jungkook didn’t need to be near him at all.

At night, in one of the safest buildings in the city, he would just look at his phone screen and say quietly:

“No matter how far away you are... one day you’ll finally realize who’s always been behind you.”

At that moment, Taehyung’s phone vibrated on the table.

A new message.

From the same anonymous account.

“Good night, angel boy.

I really wanted to be next to you right now, smelling your perfume up close, and even hugging you from behind, kissing you... but I can’t... Rest assured, one day I’ll show myself to you.”

(Jungkook checks Taehyung's story, page every day, sees all his concert photos, adores his beauty, loves Taehyung) (Taehyung doesn't know anything and works as an idol and posts about himself and his concert every day, and has a lot of fans)