Let me Love you | TK

Chapter:3

Jungkook's POV:

Four years. Four endless years, I admired him from the shadows. And him? He didn't even know I existed.

I was always the quiet one, blending into the background, tucked away under my black hoodie. It felt safer that way. I wasn't made for the spotlight, unlike him. Being his junior in school didn't help either..it only made the gap between us feel wider.

He was everything I wasn't: outgoing, goofy, brilliant, and effortlessly adored. Teachers praised him. Students worshipped him. Even now, almost a decade later, I can still hear the echo of his laughter in the hallways. I can still see that radiant, boxy smile that seemed to make the world brighter.

But the Taehyung I'm about to marry... Will he really be the same carefree boy from my memories?

Last night, when I heard about the arrangement, I felt an odd sense of disbelief like life had pulled some surreal twist. But now, sitting in my father's grand office, the excitement has fizzled out, replaced by a suffocating weight. 

This isn't a dream come true. It's a deal. A cold, calculated transaction.

To my father, I'm nothing but a pawn—a means to an end. And Taehyung? What if he's the same? What if the boy I admired has grown into a man who uses people like pieces on a chessboard?

I pray he hasn't.

"Mr. Kim is here, sir," the secretary's voice pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. My heartbeat quickens, a mix of nerves and anticipation.

The glass door opens, and there he is.

My breath catches.

Time seems to slow as he steps inside, his presence commanding without effort. He's taller than I remember, his broad shoulders filling the space. His sharp jawline, once boyish, is now strikingly defined. His skin glows with a warm tan, and the subtle blue hue of his eyes draws me in once again after years...

He's wearing a tailored black suit that fits him perfectly, the crisp white shirt underneath open just enough to tease at the hollow of his throat. A thin silver chain glints there, delicate yet bold, much like him. His hair, dyed in silverish blonde, falls in waves across his forehead.

And the scent. God, the scent. It's so clean and fresh, like morning rain mixed with something warm and comforting. How does someone smell like that?

I'm frozen, my eyes tracing every detail of him. The boy I used to watch from afar is now a man who feels almost unreal—too perfect, too ethereal to belong in the same room as me.

"Mr. Kim," my father greets, breaking the silence.

"Mr. Jeon," Taehyung replies, his voice low and smooth, a far cry from the playful tone I remember.

"And this is my son, Jeon Jungkook," my father adds, gesturing toward me.

Taehyung's gaze shifts to me, and for a moment, I feel like the air has been knocked out of my lungs. His eyes, framed by long lashes, are unreadable.. it  makes my stomach twist.

I stand awkwardly, forcing a smile. "Nice to meet you, Taehyung-ssi," I manage, extending my hand.

His hand is warm, his fingers soft yet firm, adorned with simple silver rings that only add to his charm. The touch sends a spark through me, and I have to fight the urge to pull away too quickly.

"Likewise, Jungkook-ssi," he says.

"Please, have a seat," I offer, gesturing to the chair beside me. He nods, moving with a grace that makes it hard not to stare.

As he sits, I catch the faintest scent of his perfume again, and it's enough to make my thoughts scatter.

"So, Mr. Jeon," he begins, addressing my father. "I'm here to discuss the contract and..." His voice falters slightly before continuing, "...the marriage."

There's a flicker of something in his expression—discomfort, maybe frustration—but it's gone in an instant. Still, his tone stings, as though this arrangement is nothing more than an inconvenience to him.

I swallow hard, trying to focus on the conversation between him and my father, but their words blur together. All I can do is steal glances at Taehyung, at the man who was once the center of my world.

He's changed so much. 

His boyish charm has been replaced by something deeper, something more magnetic. But that warm aura I remember... is it still there? Or has time and life turned him into someone unrecognizable?

Do I still admire him? Yes. How could I not?

 But this isn't how I wanted us to meet again. Not like this. Taehyung, I wish you could hear me. I wish you'd say no.

But he doesn't. Instead, he nods along to my father's words, his face calm and composed. Too composed.

"So, it's settled for next week," my father declares.

Taehyung doesn't respond right away. When he does, it's with a barely audible, "As if I have another choice." Then, without another glance in my direction, he stands and walks out, his exit as graceful as his entrance.

I stare after him, my chest tight.

From this meeting, I've realized three things: I'm still as drawn to him as ever. He's changed more than I imagined. And to him, I'm just as invisible as before

Great! I think I'll manage to survive this year just fine.

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Author's note:

So how was it??
Their first meeting?

You want Tae's POV for this chapter or not? Let me know.

Andd...Wedding is here guys..😗
Okay one thing I wanna make clear.
I won't write whole wedding.
Cuz,
1- I suck at it.
2- I would rather keep it for another story where they fall in love first and then marry.. okay?

And Kook is not in love with Tae. Of course he is not bcz they never talked or met properly until now.

Let's see what happens next~

Any special scenes you want?
Suggestions are most welcome!