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Synopsis:
Kim Taehyung runs an army twitter and is much active in the fandom. He’s known by all the fandom by his internet alias Teaberry and yet none of ARMY know his gender, name or have ever seen his face and is a mystery persona who is known mostly for spreading positivity. What happens when He decides to take drastic measures by buying 300 BTS world tour tickets and giving them away to ARMY, as a move against the resellers?
by doing so, Taehyung acquires the attention of the world and the boys he stans, while changing the meaning of ARMY altogether.
💜NOTE: please read from left to right!!!💜
💜 22 May 2017, 6:30
Holly got 47 different burn accounts up and running and Taehyung was impressed. His eyebrows moved higher and higher as he read over her following texts and grimaced at the time they were sent.
Having a best friend who is a hacker and a workaholic had its perks, but also meant she wouldn't sleep till she got the job done. Taehyung was worried one day he was going to find her passed out in a ditch.
S e n t 6:35 to: HOLLY MOSES
Hot drink on me ?
S e n t 6:41 to: YOU
Only if it's not coffee
He grinned around the toothbrush in his mouth and wiped off the access toothpaste running down his chin.
Taehyung had met Holly in 2013 at a kpop music shop while gaping at BTS’s first debut and dance routine on the small screen of his phone. “No more dream” blasted out of his headphones in a relatively low volume as they hung around their neck, but he was so entranced by the dark theme and movements he didn’t notice when she had sidled up to his side.
“Bad boy vibe. That’s adorable.”
Taehyung started, fumbling with his phone. The music cut off abruptly the cord of the headphones disconnected from the device and the stranger grabbed the device before it could touch the ground. She straightened and gave him a wry smile.
“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you.” She had deep golden eyes and crow’s feet on their edges. It was a colouring younger him had never seen before and Taehyung couldn't help but stare as her grin grew wider.
“So BTS, huh?”
They had been inseparable since.
Holly, his best friend, led a life known only from movies. She was an underground hacker and was quite good at her job. Taehyung was most inclined to take her out on his normal life escapades just to remind her of some normalcy. This mostly included him stanning the boys which led to their meeting all those years ago. When she was overcome with exhaustion he would take her out on his photography trips and show her the places the boys visited, and the views he loved. She would listen, and eventually joke around and smile.
Her dark circles were a constant reminder of the type of life she led. While Taehyung’s makeup on his eyes, the poker face he used when recognized and the camera around his neck - was like a noose.
He loved taking photographs, yet his job over the years became suffocating. Demands for pictures he did not wish to take made him drown in the same views of models and grey skies again and again. BTS was a means of escape.
Teaberry, the twitter account that Army across the web know him by, especially by his “I purple you” posts and his #TeaShallBeSpilled hashtags, as well edits and saxophone covers and beautiful landscape photographs - were what Taehyung wished to create.
He would often take pictures that reminded him of BTS’s songs and Armys would crowd his twitter page in excitement. Holly helped Taehyung occasionally with her hacker skills to give his gratitude back Army. Small goodies and giveaways to brighten up the day.
Taehyung was always grateful to have her by his side. He felt less pressure on his chest when he could take photographs of views he truly loved.
Vante, his photographer alias, was slowly returning to his origins.
Taehyung rolled around on his bed, stretching his limbs and groaning at the pleasant pull in his muscles. Huffing, he straightened and skipped to the washroom to spit out the remaining toothpaste and rinse his face.
Taehyung grinned widely at his reflection. Dark circles winked at him from under his bloodshot eyes, and his hair needed to be redyed. As much as Taehyung felt like shit while smiling and convincing himself everything is great- it usually did the trick.
Taehyung’s worst habit was lying to himself. But doing it so often had caused the lie to change into a simplified truth. He was fine. Not great, but he was happy. Not the happiest, but if he could laugh at his shitty reflection then he was good for today.
He padded across the wooden floor of his flat and opened the closet while inhaling the smell of olden wood and freshly cleaned clothes. A simple pair of black pants and a white shirt were the first pick. It was his day off so no fancy clothes were needed.
Kim Taehyung ran a double life. His true persona, Teaberry, had his identity hidden with only his bright personality to shine out. Vante, the photographer and part-time coffee model, was his outside world mask. Cool and collected, polite and handsome, a walking art piece with a bland personality was the perfect business card. No one really tried to dig into a person’s secrets if he was boring. Yet there was still a sense of mystery to him. The photographs he took revealed the opposite.
That’s why while Teaberry was fascinating just for the mystery; Vante was fascinating for being understandably confusing.
“Kim Taehyung, you are unknowable.” Holly once said in one of their evenings out. Her golden eyes were crowned by the dark bags beneath them and seemed almost bright like the streetlamps around them. Her smile was fond. Taehyung wondered how she could say that while being an underground hacker and being the bigger ‘Unknowable’ out of the pair.
Taehyung leans against the wall as he props his shoes on. Saint Laurent, simple, white. He doesn’t like them. Propping on his dark sunglasses and looking back into his bland apartment everything seems much greyer. The sunlight doesn’t shine through the curtains and makes the room appear almost abandoned. Taehyung flicks the sunglasses upon his head and the flat immediately seems more colourful.
It’s all in the perspective.
He locks the door on the way out and doesn’t look back.