Mine to Keep Epilogue

Epilogue

The first time Kim Taehyung saw Jeon Jungkook, he was sipping a lukewarm americano in a half-empty café in Hongdae. It was raining that day. Quiet. Ordinary. And then Jungkook walked in—hood down, wet hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed from the cold. Taehyung didn’t know his name then. Not yet. But something in his mind shifted, as if the world tilted just slightly on its axis. His eyes followed the boy without hesitation, like instinct. Like fate. Jungkook didn’t notice him. But Taehyung never forgot that face. It took less than a day to find out everything about him—full name, age, university, class schedule, apartment address. People always assumed CEOs like him paid others to do their dirty work. And usually, he did. But not this time. This was personal. Now, almost ten months later, Jungkook still had no idea he was being watched. He still worked part-time at the same café, still carried too many books in his backpack, still bit the corner of his thumb when he was thinking too hard. Taehyung had watched it all. From a distance. Until now.