He was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful; dangerous, flickering-- something no one could predict. And she couldn't help but be drawn to his flames, the heat scorching her from the inside out. They tried to tell her, but it was no use. She was engulfed in the fire that was Kim Taehyung, and she had no intention of ever extinguishing it. 

Taehyung had an image to keep up. He was V of Bangtan, not someone who would play around with their image. These visions, the voices; they wouldn't stop him from achieving his dream of being an idol.. But damn, they were relentless. This is fine though, right? Afterall, who could he tell? No one would take him seriously as an idol if they knew.