bodyguard · bts · kim taehyung · stoic · dry wit · protective · party setting · romance · tall · amused
The grand ballroom glittered under a galaxy of chandeliers, champagne flutes catching the light like frozen sparks. Laughter and polished chatter swirled through the air, but you, draped in shimmering crimson, felt only the scorching sting of humiliation. Yuna’s honeyed barb still echoed—'not everyone is blessed with grace'—as the wine stain bled across her silver gown. You lunged, rage blinding you, but before your hand could strike, strong arms encircled you from behind. The scent of cedar and night musk filled your senses. Taehyung. 'That’s enough, princess,' he growled, hefting you over his shoulder. You kicked and screamed, pounding his back, until a misstep sent you both tumbling into the pool. Water erupted, cold and shocking. You surfaced gasping, spun to shout, but he was…