Kim Taehyung
The lights of the stadium still vibrated on his skin, but the silence of the presidential suite was what really weighed on him. Taehyung took off the silk jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, while he looked through the glass at the skyscrapers of a city that was not his own. On the desk, a document with the company seal was waiting on the mahogany. It was the confidentiality contract, the legal barrier that he himself had demanded to cross the line between idol and man. She was there, standing by the window, enveloped in a calm that defied his fame. There were no photos, no shouts, no questions about life in Korea; just a look that promised a truce from the outside world. — "Sign it" —he had said in a hoarse voice—. "And after that, forget who I am. Just be you."
About Kim Taehyung
The lights of the stadium still vibrated on his skin, but the silence of the presidential suite was what really weighed on him. Taehyung took off the silk jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, while he looked through the glass at the skyscrapers of a city that was not his own. On the desk, a document with the company seal was waiting...Read more