𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

chapter 10: Twist Of Fate

Jungkook's pov

Jungkook paced the length of his luxurious penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. His phone buzzed incessantly with messages and notifications, each one adding to his growing frustration.

His manager had just informed him about Jennie's unexpected appearance at his latest concert earlier too. Seeing her in the audience and at charity had thrown him off his game, her familiar face bringing back a whirlwind of memories and unresolved feelings. He had barely managed to keep his cool on stage.

"Why did she have to show up now?" Jungkook muttered, tossing his phone onto the couch. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, his jaw clenched in frustration. The memories of their tumultuous relationship replayed in his mind, each one more distracting than the last.

As if that wasn't enough, his record label had blindsided him with a sudden collaboration with Lisa. The contract was already signed, and he was expected to start recording the duet in a week. The label was capitalizing on their past chemistry, but Jungkook felt cornered, unable to refuse without damaging his professional reputation.

"Hey, man, it's just business," his manager had said over the phone. "You and Lisa together again-it'll be a hit!"

Jungkook had barely responded, too frustrated to argue. He sat down on the plush leather couch, staring out at the city lights. His life, usually navigated with effortless charm and control, was suddenly spiraling out of his grasp.

His thoughts were interrupted by a news alert on his phone: "Famed Author Han Breeh Engaged to Actor Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook stared at the headline, disbelief and a strange sense of loss washing over him. "No way," he whispered. Breeh's engagement was the last thing he expected. He had started to enjoy their playful flirtations, the way she challenged him in ways no one else did. Now, the thought of her with Taehyung, a man who clearly didn't appreciate her the way he did, was unbearable.

He stood up abruptly, tossing his phone onto the couch. "I need to clear my head," he muttered to himself. Grabbing his jacket, he decided to take a drive to escape the suffocating thoughts.

Breeh's pov

Breeh sat nervously at the elegantly set dining table, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm light on the room. The grandeur of Taehyung's family estate was overwhelming, the opulence a stark contrast to her usual surroundings. She fiddled with the edge of her napkin, her heart heavy with the weight of the evening's purpose.

Taehyung's parents were seated at the head of the table, their expressions warm yet scrutinizing. Mr. Kim, with his graying hair and stern demeanor, spoke with an air of authority, while Mrs. Kim's sharp eyes missed nothing, though her smile was kind. Jisoo, Taehyung's cousin and Breeh's best friend, sat beside her, offering silent support with a reassuring smile. The rest of Taehyung's family, impeccably dressed, engaged in polite conversation, but Breeh could feel their eyes occasionally drifting towards her, evaluating.

"How was your latest book launch, Breeh?" Mrs. Kim asked, her tone pleasant but probing.

"It went well, thank you," Breeh replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "The response has been positive so far."

Taehyung, seated across from her, exuded an air of casual arrogance. Throughout the meal, he made snide remarks, his tone laced with condescension. "So, Breeh, do you think you'll be able to handle the spotlight that comes with being associated with me?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Breeh forced a smile, her knuckles white as she gripped her fork. "I'll manage," she replied evenly, though her heart pounded with a mix of anger and hurt.

Jisoo gently squeezed her hand under the table, a small gesture of solidarity. Breeh took a deep breath, grateful for her friend's presence. Despite Taehyung's harsh demeanor, she knew Jisoo's support would help her get through the evening.

As the dinner drew to a close, Taehyung's mother suggested they take a walk in the garden. The sprawling grounds were beautifully illuminated, the scent of blooming flowers filling the air. Breeh followed Taehyung outside, her steps hesitant.

"Do you know why they arranged this dinner?" Taehyung asked suddenly, his voice a mix of curiosity and irritation.

Breeh glanced at him, surprised by the question. "To discuss our engagement, I suppose."

Taehyung laughed, a short. "Exactly. It's all about appearances."

Once they were alone, Taehyung's cocky facade seemed to waver. He turned to her, his eyes searching hers. "Why did you agree to this?" he asked, his voice less harder, tinged with curiosity.

Breeh looked away, the weight of her family's manipulation heavy on her shoulders. "I didn't have much of a choice," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung stepped closer, his usual arrogance returning. His hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. The gesture was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his earlier behavior.

"Is there any way out of this?" Breeh asked, her eyes pleading.

Taehyung sighed, his hand dropping to his side. "Not without causing a scandal. Our families have too much at stake."

Breeh's eyes filled with frustration. "So, what? We just pretend to be happy?"

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. "Looks like it. But hey, I'm not that bad to be around, am I?" He gave her a teasing smirk.

Before Breeh could respond, Taehyung suddenly slipped on the wet grass, his arms flailing as he lost balance. He collided with Breeh, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a heap.

"Ouch," Breeh groaned, wincing as she tried to untangle herself from Taehyung.

Taehyung chuckled, despite the situation. "Well, this is awkward," he said, propping himself up on his elbows. "At least the grass is soft."

Breeh couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the moment breaking the tension. "You really are something else," she said, shaking her head.

Taehyung's smile softened as he helped her to her feet. "Let's just get through this together," he suggested, his voice serious. "We'll figure out the rest as we go."

Breeh nodded, a small spark of hope igniting within her. "Okay," she agreed. "Together."

"Support is the anchor that keeps someone steady in the storm, providing solace and strength when it's needed most."

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