DESTINY' LOVE

Meeting with parents.

Yd: “Did you ask Sora? Did she accept?”

Ym: “Yes.”

She responded with a bright smile, her face glowing with happiness.

They were about to close the café for the night when the door suddenly swung open. The chime echoed in the quiet space, making them turn in surprise. But their shock deepened when they saw who had just walked in.

Kim Taehyung.

Before they could ask why he was there, he bowed deeply before them.

Taehyung: “I’m sorry, Mr. & Mrs. Choi.”

Ym and Yd exchanged puzzled glances.

Yd: “Why are you apologizing, son? What happened?”

Taehyung straightened, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

Taehyung: “You mean… you don’t know, Uncle?”

Ym and Yd shook their heads, concern creeping into their expressions.

Yd: “Tell us, son. What happened?”

Taehyung took a deep breath and explained everything. Every mistake. Every moment he had taken for granted. How he had unknowingly hurt the woman who had waited for him, who had given him more patience than he deserved.

Ym’s face fell. Her eyes welled with tears.

Ym: “I’m sure… she won’t accept a marriage proposal now. Not after this.”

Her voice cracked with emotion as she looked away, trying to hold back her tears.

But Taehyung—he was unwavering.

Taehyung: “She will marry me.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. “There’s no need to worry. She will marry only me. And she will love me.”

The determination in his tone made them look at him in shock. His eyes, usually unreadable, were filled with something deep, something raw.

Taehyung: “I will make her love me. I will be your son-in-law, Mom.”

Ym gasped softly. He had called her Mom. For the first time. And he had meant every word.

Tears finally escaped her eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. They were from hope.

He had fallen for Yn. Harder than ever before.

Last night, after realizing what he had done, he had dug into everything about her. When he found out that she had waited for him for over three hours, he couldn’t ignore it. He had even requested the restaurant’s CCTV footage, watching the heartbreaking moment when she sat there, waiting—hoping. And he had never shown up.

That was when he knew.

This wasn’t just guilt. It wasn’t pity.

He wanted her. Only her.

Ym: “Thank you so much, Taehyung.”

She whispered, voice shaking with emotion.

Yd opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Ym’s phone buzzed.

She glanced down at the caller ID and her breath hitched.

Ym: “It’s Sora.”

Without wasting another second, she answered and put it on speaker.