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There is Nothing Holding Me Back
Hope everyone likes it. This story will be in series. Part 1 here for now. Show some love for the rest of the story.
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Min Yoongi never believed in Love at First Sight. Hell! He definitely did not believe that he of all the 8 Billion people on the planet will ever experience it. For him, the very concept of Love at First Sight was a ridiculous idea, a cooked up dream, for people who were looking for an easy way out in romance. Until the day he met you for the first time.
—xxxx—-
Life has been interesting for you for the last few years.
Never in your wildest dream, you had imagined that you would get married to what you thought was the love of your life, who would leave you within the first year of marriage. Reason: He could not keep up with your professional success. It made him jealous. He wanted you to choose to ignore the opportunities that you were getting and get behind him, like the women of old times. Oh! You had his back. You always had his back, even when he did not stand behind you. In the end everything was up in flames.
You had also never imagined that you will rise in your profession so quickly. You were natural in leading the team. Your observation skills were acute. You were meticulous in your tasks. No wonder there were people who wanted you to fail, out of sheer jealousy and pettiness. For the sake of your own mental health, you had handed in your resignation letter. The reaction of you leaving was mixed, some were happy to see you go, though pretended that they are going to miss you. Some were genuinely sad to see you go. You? You were free. Free from all the people who did not appreciate you. Free to breathe. Free to finally build and stand up on your own. For your own self.
By the time you were 27, you were divorced and jobless. But not for long. You were a writer. Not many knew about this. This was a secret only few were aware of. You already had drafts of at least 7 Novels down along with a collection of short stories. All it took was a drunken pep talk from your best friend one fine night for you to take the leap and actually realize your childhood dream of being a writer.
Within 1 year your first book was published. By the time you were 30, you were already a successful writer with an actual fan base. Something that you didn't think would have happened. Like ever. But hey! You were not complaining. You were in a healthy space, both mentally and physically. Moreover, you were happy.
—xx—
Your writing career has taken you to places that you had never imagined. You were not only a celebrated author with millions of copies of books sold. Production houses were approaching you for the rights of your books. You were approached to develop ideas or stories that could be made into movies or series. Your last book, which was a hit among Young Adults, was now being converted into a series drama, specifically a K-Drama.
And that is how you find yourself in Seoul, at night in an upscale restaurant, with your agent, your best friend and the assistant from the production house that approached you, waiting for the manager to lead you to your table.
“Some VIP has arrived for dinner. The security wanted to make sure that they are safe and settled. It will not take that long.” Choi Dae informed you.
“We can wait for a while. Don’t worry” You had assured him. Bless Dae for being such a support for you and your friends, while you were in Korea. From the moment you and your friends had stepped out of the airport in Seoul to the present, he had been a constant support and cheerleader. You were thanking the almighty for bringing you to Choi Dae. You never had found such enthusiasm and support with any of your previous collaborators like you found with Dae and his team. Your agent, Laura, much to her and your own shock and surprise, had admitted that this collaboration was the easiest job that she had done.
“We, book agents, rarely find people who will satisfy our authors like that.” She had told you in the evening when you signed the deal of converting your book into a K-Drama. “Usually, there is a compromise, either in the storyline or characters or something else. And, if there are no issues there, then the money becomes the issue. You are lucky that Dae is onboard with the original plot and characters and the money is good.”
Yes, you were lucky. You knew it. Hence, you don't mind waiting for a few minutes to get to your table.
“Oh My God! It’s BTS.” Laura whispered beside you.
Your attention turned to the group of men that had walked in with security tailed behind them. You could hear screams of fans out in the front of the restaurant,where moments ago, it was practically empty.
“Guess they are the reason we are waiting.” Your best friend Peter muttered beside you.
The BTS were led by the manager to their table, and as they walked by your eyes met with one of them. It took you a moment to realize it was Suga.
—x—
“Let’s go out for dinner.” Hoseok had suggested when they ended their vocal training. “Maybe pamper ourselves with a fancy dinner for today’s hard work.”
Everyone had agreed to it, and Yoongi, though he would have preferred to be at home, did not object.
Ever since BTS had regrouped, they had been working hard on the new album. It would not be like any of their previous albums. These were the guys, who were in their late 20s and early 30s, with their experience as a solo artist and completing their mandatory military enlistments. They were grown up men. Their new music reflected the theme. Yoongi was excited. He believed that the ideas that they were working on, were much needed in the present times and was positive that they are going to have the biggest comeback. But, he was not a stranger to anxiety or the fear of losing, as his band mates felt. If Suga was quiet and reserved earlier, the current Suga is even more reserved, if it was even possible, as per Jimin’s observation.
So when they arrived at the restaurant, no one, not even The Great Suga, imagined that he was going to fall in love, that too at the very first sight. Who knew tonight will be the unraveling of all the walls and masks that Yoongi had held.
All Hail the Queen - Prologue 3- The Whispering Moon: A Tale of Fated Mates (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1455280071-all-hail-the-queen-prologue-3-the-whispering-moon?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=maiapeay02 What will you do when you find your mate? Get together with them immediately? Work on happily ever after? What will you do when your mate is not willing to be with you? Gives you cold shoulder? There is distance between Royal Alpha Kim Taehyung and Bella Chase. Difference of status, differences of ideals, differences of everything. And there is an unknown enemy lurking around.
All Hail the Queen - Prologue 2- The Moon's Children: Witches and Werewolves (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1455279470-all-hail-the-queen-prologue-2-the-moon%27s-children?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=maiapeay02 What will you do when you find your mate? Get together with them immediately? Work on happily ever after? What will you do when your mate is not willing to be with you? Gives you cold shoulder? There is distance between Royal Alpha Kim Taehyung and Bella Chase. Difference of status, differences of ideals, differences of everything. And there is an unknown enemy lurking around.
All Hail the Queen - Prologue 1- The Moon's Fury and the First Howl (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1419630403-all-hail-the-queen-prologue-1-the-moon%27s-fury-and?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=maiapeay02 What will you do when you find your mate? Get together with them immediately? Work on happily ever after? What will you do when your mate is not willing to be with you? Gives you cold shoulder? There is distance between Royal Alpha Kim Taehyung and Bella Chase. Difference of status, differences of ideals, differences of everything. And there is an unknown enemy lurking around.
La la la la Love
The school bell rang, signaling the end of another tedious math class. Hana quickly packed her books, hoping to avoid any unnecessary encounters. But as she turned the corner, she ran into the last person she wanted to see—Kim Taehyung.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Hana,” Taehyung drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. “Where are you rushing off to?”
Hana’s heart pounded in her chest. “J-Just going to the library,” she stammered, avoiding his piercing gaze.
Taehyung’s smirk widened. “I think you have time for a little chat, don’t you?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.
She took a step back, fear evident in her eyes. “Please, Taehyung, I don’t want any trouble.”
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Who said anything about trouble?” His voice was soft, almost tender, but Hana could see the dangerous glint in his eyes.
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During lunch, Hana sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to enjoy her meal. Taehyung watched her from across the room, his eyes never leaving her. His friends, Namjoon and Yoongi, noticed his fixation.
“Why don’t you just leave her alone, Taehyung?” Namjoon suggested, concern in his voice.
Taehyung tore his gaze away from Hana and looked at his friend. “I can’t. She’s… different.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “Different how?”
Taehyung didn’t answer, his eyes drifting back to Hana. He stood up, ignoring his friends’ questioning looks, and made his way to her table.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, not waiting for a response as he sat down next to her.
Hana tensed, her appetite disappearing. “Why are you doing this?”
He leaned in, his voice low. “Because I can’t stay away from you.”
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Hana was sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to eat her lunch in peace.
Suddenly, Taehyung and his friends approached her table. He sat down next to her, an unsettling grin on his face.
"What's for lunch today, Hana?" he asked, leaning in too close for comfort.
Hana tried to ignore him, but he grabbed her sandwich, taking a bite.
"Not bad," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Give it back, Taehyung," she said quietly, her voice trembling.
"Why? So you can eat it in your little corner all alone?" he taunted, tossing the sandwich back onto her tray.
Hana felt tears prickling her eyes but refused to let them fall.
"Why do you do this?"
"Because it's fun," he replied, his grin widening.
"And because you react every time."Before she could respond, he stood up, his eyes flashing with something darker.
"See you around, Hana."
--
During gym class, Hana tried to stay out of Taehyung's way, but he seemed to find her no matter where she went. As they played dodgeball, he made a point of targeting her with every throw.
"Hey, Hana!" he shouted, just before hurling a ball directly at her.
It hit her hard, knocking her to the ground.Laughter erupted around her, but Hana felt only the sting of humiliation and pain. She looked up to see Taehyung smirking down at her.
"Better watch out, Hana. You're an easy target," he said, his voice mocking.
Hana picked herself up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?"
Taehyung's smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of something more complex.
"Because I can't," he said quietly, before turning and walking away.
--
The cafeteria was abuzz with the usual chatter as Taehyung and the boys sat at their usual table, joking and laughing amongst themselves. Suddenly, a hush fell over the room as someone approached their table.
"Hey, Taehyung," a voice called out. It was one of the school's notorious troublemakers, a cocky grin on his face. "I've got a challenge for you."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What kind of challenge?"
The troublemaker leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I dare you to kiss the first person who walks in through that door."
Taehyung's friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing trouble. Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but Taehyung held up a hand, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Fine," Taehyung said, his voice filled with bravado. "You're on."
Just as the challenge was accepted, the cafeteria door swung open, and Hana walked in, her eyes downcast as she headed towards the lunch line. Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as he watched her, a rush of conflicting emotions flooding through him.
"Wait, Taehyung, we shouldn't—" Namjoon started, but it was too late. Taehyung was already on his feet, striding purposefully towards Hana.
"Hana!" he called out, drawing the attention of the entire cafeteria. She looked up, startled, as Taehyung approached her.
The room fell silent as Taehyung stood in front of Hana, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the confusion and fear in her eyes, and for a moment, he hesitated. But then, with a determined glint in his eye, he reached out and gently cupped her face, leaning in to press his lips against hers.
Gasps echoed through the cafeteria as Taehyung kissed Hana, his friends looking on in shock. But as he pulled away, he saw something in Hana's eyes that gave him hope – a flicker of something resembling understanding.
He met her gaze, silently pleading for forgiveness, before turning and walking back to his table, leaving the entire cafeteria in stunned silence. As he sat down, his friends stared at him, speechless.
"What was that, Taehyung?" Yoongi finally managed to sputter.
Taehyung shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the turmoil raging inside him. "Just a kiss, right?"
But deep down, he knew it was so much more than that. It was a bold declaration of his feelings for Hana, a risk he had taken in front of the entire school. And as he stole a glance at her across the cafeteria, he couldn't help but wonder what would come next.
--
As the cafeteria gradually returned to its usual buzz of activity, Hana stood frozen in place, her mind racing. She felt the lingering warmth of Taehyung's lips on hers, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside her. Part of her was shocked by his boldness, while another part couldn't deny the flutter of something resembling excitement deep within her chest.
Meanwhile, Taehyung tried to maintain his composure, but his heart was racing with anticipation and anxiety. He stole glances at Hana from across the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her reaction, but she avoided his gaze, her expression unreadable.
Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence at their table. "Taehyung, what was that all about?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Taehyung shrugged, attempting to play it cool despite the turmoil churning inside him. "Just having a little fun, Joonie," he replied with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed the uncertainty he felt.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "Fun? That didn't look like fun, Taehyung. It looked like you were making a statement."
Taehyung's smirk faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He knew his friends were onto him, but he wasn't ready to admit the true extent of his feelings for Hana – not yet, at least.
Before the conversation could continue, Hana quietly slipped out of the cafeteria, her mind spinning with confusion. She needed time to process what had just happened, to sort through the jumble of emotions that Taehyung's impulsive kiss had stirred within her.
As the bell signaling the end of lunch rang out, Taehyung glanced around the now-empty cafeteria, his heart heavy with regret. He knew he had crossed a line, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made a mess of things – not just for himself, but for Hana as well.
With a heavy sigh, Taehyung rose from his seat, his friends following suit. As they made their way out of the cafeteria, he couldn't help but steal one last glance at the door through which Hana had disappeared.
--
As the days passed, Taehyung and Hana found themselves caught in a delicate dance of proximity and avoidance. There were moments of intense closeness, where their paths would intersect in unexpected ways, followed by abrupt withdrawals as the weight of their shared history hung heavy between them.
One such moment occurred during a school event, where Taehyung and Hana were assigned to work together on a project. As they sat side by side, their elbows occasionally brushing against each other, the air between them crackled with tension. Taehyung could feel the warmth of Hana's presence beside him, a comforting yet unsettling reminder of the connection they shared.
But as they delved deeper into their task, the conversation between them flowed easily, the barriers that had once stood between them crumbling away with each passing moment. Taehyung found himself laughing at Hana's dry wit, while Hana marveled at Taehyung's genuine enthusiasm for their project.
Yet, just as they began to relax into each other's company, a familiar pang of guilt washed over Taehyung, reminding him of the hurt he had caused Hana in the past. Sensing his discomfort, Hana withdrew slightly, her smile faltering as she retreated into herself once more.
Their interaction left Taehyung grappling with conflicting emotions – the desire to reach out to Hana, to bridge the gap between them, battling against the fear of causing her further pain. And so, despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered beneath the surface, they both retreated into their own respective worlds, their connection left unexplored and unresolved.
In the days that followed, Taehyung and Hana found themselves falling into a pattern of avoidance, their encounters becoming increasingly fleeting and strained. They would exchange polite nods in the hallway, their gazes skirting away from each other as if afraid to acknowledge the tension that lingered between them.
But amidst the awkwardness and uncertainty, there were fleeting moments of vulnerability – a shared glance across a crowded room, a hesitant smile exchanged in passing – that hinted at the depth of their unspoken connection.
--
The teasing began innocently enough, with Namjoon flashing Taehyung a knowing smirk during one of their late-night study sessions.
"So, Taehyung," Namjoon began casually, flipping through his textbook. "How's your little crush on Hana going?"
Taehyung felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he glanced around the room, hoping none of the other members had overheard. But to his dismay, Yoongi, who had been quietly scribbling notes in the corner, looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Yeah, Taehyung," Yoongi chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. "We all saw that steamy kiss in the cafeteria. Got anything to say about that?"
Taehyung's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he sputtered for a response. Before he could come up with a suitable comeback, Hoseok and Jimin burst into the room, their laughter echoing off the walls.
"What's so funny, guys?" Hoseok asked, his grin widening as he caught sight of Taehyung's flushed face.
Namjoon wasted no time filling Hoseok and Jimin in on the latest gossip, much to Taehyung's chagrin. Before long, the entire room was abuzz with speculation and teasing, with Jin joining in the fray as he entered the room with snacks in hand.
"Looks like our Taehyungie has a soft spot for Hana," Jin teased, winking at Taehyung as he passed out snacks to the rest of the group.
Taehyung buried his face in his hands, mortified by the attention. He knew his friends meant well, but their teasing only served to highlight the awkwardness between him and Hana, making it even harder for him to navigate his feelings.
As the teasing continued into the night, Taehyung couldn't help but wonder how he would ever be able to face Hana again without feeling like a complete fool. But deep down, amidst the laughter and teasing, he knew that his friends had his back – and that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for him and Hana yet.
--
The teasing from his friends continued in the days that followed, with every mention of Hana's name accompanied by a knowing look or a playful nudge. Taehyung couldn't escape the relentless ribbing, no matter how hard he tried to brush it off with a laugh or a witty retort.
One evening, as they gathered in Taehyung's room for a movie night, the topic inevitably turned to Hana once again. Taehyung tried to steer the conversation in a different direction, but his friends were relentless in their teasing.
"So, Taehyung, when are you going to make your move on Hana?" Jungkook piped up, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.
Taehyung groaned, sinking lower into his seat as he tried to deflect the attention away from himself. "Can we please talk about something else? Like, I don't know, the movie we're about to watch?"
But his protests fell on deaf ears, and soon the conversation was back on track, with each of his friends offering their own unsolicited advice on how to win Hana's heart.
As the movie played in the background, Taehyung found himself lost in thought, his mind drifting back to the kiss he and Hana had shared in the cafeteria. Despite the awkwardness that had followed, there was something undeniably electrifying about the moment – a spark of connection that lingered between them, waiting to be reignited.
Lost in his musings, Taehyung barely noticed when the movie ended and his friends began to drift off to bed. But as he prepared to turn in for the night, a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him that he couldn't keep avoiding the inevitable – he had to confront his feelings for Hana, no matter how daunting the prospect may be.
With a sigh, Taehyung climbed into bed, his mind swirling with thoughts of Hana and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Little did he know, his friends were already plotting their next move, determined to help him navigate the rocky terrain of love and friendship with Hana by his side.
--
One afternoon, during a particularly chaotic school event, Taehyung and Hana found themselves accidentally locked in a small storage cupboard. At first, they panicked, banging on the door and calling out for help. But as the initial panic subsided, they realized they were alone together in the confined space.
Taehyung's heart raced as he looked at Hana, their faces inches apart in the dim light of the cupboard. He could feel the heat of her breath on his skin, the proximity stirring something primal and undeniable within him.
Hana's apprehension melted away in the warmth of Taehyung's gaze, her heart fluttering with a mixture of fear and excitement. Despite her reservations, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, the magnetic energy that seemed to draw them together.
In the silence of the cramped space, Taehyung reached out tentatively, his hand brushing against Hana's cheek. She shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his hand.
Their lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, the passion building between them like a wildfire. Taehyung's heart soared as he lost himself in the sweetness of Hana's kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.
For what felt like an eternity, they were lost in each other, the world outside the cupboard fading away as they surrendered to the intensity of their desire.
When they were finally freed from their confinement, Taehyung and Hana emerged flushed and breathless, their hearts racing with the knowledge that something irrevocable had shifted between them.
From that day forward, Taehyung and Hana found themselves paired together in every project, their classmates and friends no longer able to ignore the undeniable connection that crackled between them.
As they navigated the ups and downs of their newfound feelings, Taehyung's feelings for Hana only deepened, bordering on obsession. He couldn't get enough of her, craving her presence like a drug that he couldn't quit.
But Hana remained cautious, her heart still guarded despite the passion that burned between them. She knew that giving in to Taehyung completely meant risking everything, but with each passing day, she found herself drawn closer to him, her walls crumbling in the face of his relentless pursuit.