Jungkook tried befriending her younger sister at first, pretending to be interested in helping with schoolwork.
Jungkook
So, uh
Flipping through a textbook
Jungkook
Your sister always so...perfect?
The girl laughed
Tae's sister
You sound like half the school. Tae’s just—she works really hard, you know? Like, scary hard.
Jungkook
Yeah?
Jungkook
Even at home?
Tae's sister
Especially at home
She whispered, as if it were a secret
Tae's sister
She cries sometimes. Thinks I don’t hear. But I do.
It frustrated him even more
Taehyung wasn’t cold—she was guarded. Always composed, always on edge. Almost like she was afraid to make a mistake.
And now, Jungkook didn’t know if he wanted to expose her anymore…
Or understand her..
***
The evening was lit with celebration—firecrackers bursting in the sky, laughter echoing through the streets, and music thumping from the grand wedding hall in their neighborhood. Jungkook, dressed sharply in a fitted black suit, wandered through the crowd, already restless.
(Jungkook looks)
He should've felt joy. This was his cousin's big day, after all.
But something felt... off
That's when he saw her
Taehyung.
(Taehyung's looks)
Not among the guests. Not near the dance floor or buffet or even the edge of the celebration.
She was across the street, standing beneath a dim lamp post, whispering to a guy Jungkook didn't recognize. The man wore a dark hoodie pulled low over his head. She kept glancing around nervously.
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