Echoes of obsession

Stadium lights painted the night in hues of purples and blues, and the deafening screams of fans resonated like a powerful storm. Yet, in the midst of this chaos, Detective Aara's mind was a laser-focusd beam, tuned into frequencies others often missed.

Reports of a sasaeng fan – an overly obsessive individual – targeting Kim Taehyung had reached her ears. She was here, undercover, to apprehend this intruder before any harm could befall the beloved singer.

Navigating the labyrinthine backstage of the stadium, she felt a strange tension in the air. The crew hustled, ensuring every detail was perfect, but there was an underlying anxiety. Y/n's intuition screamed that the sasaeng was close.

Spotting an unattended bottle of water labeled with Taehyung's name, she picked it up, noting its slightly off smell. Sending a sample to her portable lab kit, it confirmed her suspicions: intoxicants. She quickly briefed BTS's manager about the tainted drink. As they conferred, a crew member rushed in with alarming news: the driver assigned to Taehyung had been bribed and was in on a kidnapping plot. The pieces clicked together. The plan was to drug Taehyung and whisk him away post-concert.

Aara knew she had little time. Scanning the greenroom, she noticed a curtain fluttering ever-so-slightly. Approaching cautiously, she was taken aback when the sasaeng lunged at her, wielding a scissor. A sharp pain seared through Aara's arm as she wrestled with her, but determination fueled her every move. After a brief, intense struggle, shw successfully pinned the fan down, cuffing her.

Detective Aara, her dark eyes scanning the cuffed sasaeng, felt a mixture of relief and concern. Even with her calm exterior, a tumult of emotions surged within. The dimly lit room echoed with their breathing.

Aara's heart raced, not just because of the adrenaline, but because she knew the depth of love and obsession fans could harbor. She too loved BTS, idolized them even, but the thought of someone going to such a dark extent was bone-chilling. The fan, with disheveled hair and wild eyes, looked defiantly at her.

Aara, a beacon of professionalism, had always managed to keep her personal passions separate from her duty. But today, those lines blurred in a way she had never anticipated. Being a BTS ARMY, their songs and journey resonated deep within her. Their music had seen her through the toughest times, offering solace and hope. To discover that someone intended to harm one of them, especially Taehyung, whom she had a special fondness for, was a blow that left her reeling.

The sasaeng fan's plan, as Aara unearthed, was meticulously crafted, showing just how deeply the obsession ran.

The fan had replaced Taehyung's bottled water with a liquid that was laced with a slow-acting sedative. This would make him drowsy and disoriented, easy to manipulate and control without arousing immediate suspicion.

Once Taehyung consumed the drugged water, Mi-ah had made arrangements with his driver, bribing him with a hefty amount, to divert his route post-concert. Instead of taking Taehyung to his hotel, the driver was to take him to an isolated location she

had chosen.

The fan's intention was to keep Taehyung drugged and isolated. In her twisted mindset, she believed that by taking him away from the world, he would come to depend on her, and they could be together without any distractions.

She had also procured signal jammers. Once Taehyung was in the chosen location, these jammers would be activated, ensuring no one could track or communicate with him.

Uncovering the details of this plan, Aara's emotions were a tumultuous stom. As a fan, a deep sense of betrayal and heartache engulfed her. How could someone who claimed to love Taehyung, plan something so sinister? The very thought of him, who had brightened so many of her dark days, being in danger was agonizing.

As a detective, her resolve only hardened. She was trained to handle threats, and this was no different. But internally, this was personal. Every fiber of her being screamed to protect Taehyung and BTS from this looming shadow.

Aara: [Taking a deep breath, her voice steady but laced with anger] "Why did you try to harm Taehyung? What did he ever do to you?"

Sasaeng Fan: [Tilting her head, eyes wild with obsession] "He isn't meant for them! All those other girls who scream for him. He's mine."

Aara: [Eyes narrowing, struggling with her own inner fan] "You have no right over him or anyone. He's a human being, not a possession."

Sasaeng Fan: [Laughing eerily] "You don't get it, do you? I'd rather see him hurt than with others. If I can't have him, no one can."

Aara: [Swallowing hard, memories of her fan days flooding back, especially the times she admired Taehyung from afar] "You're delusional. Your obsession is dangerous."

Sasaeng Fan: [Smirking] "You're scared, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes. You admire him too."

Aara: [Feeling exposed, her voice a notch quieter] "I'm a fan. I respect and admire him for his art. But I'd never dream of hurting him."

Sasaeng Fan: [Leaning closer, her voice dripping with menace] "This isn't the end. I'll be back for him, you know? And next time, you won't be around to save him."

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Backstage, Post-Concert

The adrenaline from the concert had barely settled when BTS members approached Aara. The setting was intimate, the dim backstage lights juxtaposed with the glowing faces of the world-famous band.

RM, the leader, stepped forward, his brows furrowed in concern. "Aara, we owe you our deepest gratitude. The thought of what could've happened is... unimaginable."

Aara, trying to maintain composure despite being in front of her idols, nodded. "It's my job, and I'm just grateful I could help."

Jin, with his signature warm smile, tried to lighten the mood. "You're our guardian angel. Anytime you want a home-cooked meal as a thank you, let me know."

Suga, being more reserved and introspective, stared intently at her. "How did you figure it out?"

Aara took a moment before answering, "The odd behavior of some crew members, the suspicious water bottle... It was a series of unusual events that tipped me off."

Jin, the caring and motherly figure, immediately noticed the bandage on Aria's hand. Gasping, he asked, "Are you okay? Did she do this?"

She gave a weary smile. "Yes, she did. But it's just a scratch."

Suga, ever the stoic but observant one, remarked, "It must've been quite the struggle."

She nodded, her eyes shadowed by the memory. "It was, but catching her was the priority."

Jimin, with his soft-hearted nature, stepped forward, "Thank you for protecting Taehyung and us. We've faced threats before, but this seemed more immediate."

Taehyung, the one directly threatened, added with deep emotion, "I can't express how grateful I am, Aara. You put yourself on the line for me."

J-Hope, trying to lighten the mood, chimed in with his sunny disposition, "Now that's what I call true fandom!"

Aara chuckled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Not all fans have the right intentions."

Jungkook, the youngest but equally concerned, asked, "What happens to the sasaeng now?"

"She's been taken to the Seoul Police Station. There will be a thorough investigation."

RM nodded, his expression thoughtful. "It's frightening how lines can blur between love and obsession."

Aara sighed, "Indeed. Just remember, for every sasaeng, there are millions who genuinely love and support you."

Suddenly, Jin made an earnest proposal, "How about dinner? A small token of our appreciation."

And so, under a canopy of stars, amidst the intoxicating blend of city lights and soft melodies, BTS and Detective Aara shared a meal. A bond, forged in the crucible of danger, was cemented that night – one that promised more intertwined fates and heartbeats syncing to the rhythm of gratitude and newfound friendship.