𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Chapter 15: Resolute Longing

Breeh's pov

The next morning, after a whirlwind of shopping and preparation, Jennie and I returned to her elegant house nestled in the heart of Seoul. The grandeur of the place was a stark contrast to the cozy, modern vibe of my New York apartment. As we settled in, the weight of my thoughts about Hae-in and Taehyung hung heavy on my mind. I confided in Jennie about my mixed feelings and insecurities, unsure of how to confront the past that seemed determined to entangle me.

"I know it's hard, Breeh," Jennie said gently, perching beside me on the plush bedspread. "But remember, you're here to find closure, not to dwell on what could have been. You've grown stronger, and now it's time to face those feelings head-on."

Her words resonated with me, and I nodded in appreciation, grateful for her unwavering support. That night, as I lay in the soft embrace of the bed, I found sleep elusive. The tendrils of jealousy clawed at my heart-not towards Hae-in, but towards the idea that she could choose Taehyung over me, despite everything we had been through. Was it love that drove her, or just insecurity? And what if their engagement, like mine, was also forced?

Unable to find solace in the quiet of the night, I decided to call Jisoo. To my relief, she picked up almost immediately, excitement evident in her voice upon seeing my Korean number.

"Breeh! Oh my goodness, it's been too long," Jisoo exclaimed warmly. "When are you free? Let's meet up. I've missed you!"

We settled on meeting in two days, giving me something to look forward to amidst the turmoil of emotions and memories flooding back.

The following day dawned with anticipation and nerves as Jennie and I prepared for her cousin's wedding. I selected a gown that blended traditional elegance with a modern twist-a soft blush hue that complemented my complexion, intricate embroidery tracing delicate patterns along the neckline and hem. The gown flowed gracefully to the floor, accentuating every movement as I twirled in front of the mirror. Jennie, ever the supportive friend, teased me playfully as we got ready, keeping the mood light and jovial despite the underlying tension in the air.

At the wedding venue, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and joy. The sun cast a golden hue over the gardens, where guests mingled and laughed, their voices weaving through the air like music. I savored the moment, soaking in the vibrant energy of the festivities-dancing under the twinkling lights, savoring delectable Korean delicacies that melted on my tongue, and relishing the warmth of camaraderie among friends and family. For a fleeting moment, I forgot about the complexities of my past and allowed myself to simply live in the present.

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Hae-in's pov

I seethed with barely contained rage upon hearing of Breeh's return. Memories flooded in my mind-the sting of betrayal when Breeh had been engaged to Taehyung, the man I had secretly admired for so long. Fate had twisted their paths, allowing me to get closer to Taehyung after Breeh left.

But now, with Breeh back, everything seemed more complicated. I knew Taehyung's feelings for Breeh ran deep, despite their engagement. It fueled my determination to ensure Breeh left Korea before I could reclaim what was rightfully mine.

I sat in my opulent room, surrounded by luxurious furnishings that whispered of wealth and status. My fingers tapped impatiently on my phone screen as I composed a message.

Hae-in:(to Taehyung) Are you busy? I need to talk to you urgently.

My message sent, I paced the room, my mind racing with plans and calculations. I reminisced about the past year-how I had meticulously worked to win taehyung's parents' approval, eventually leading to me engagement with Taehyung. Yet, doubts nagged at me. Did Taehyung truly love me, or was he still entangled in memories of Breeh? The thought both infuriated and motivated her.

My phone buzzed with a response from Taehyung, and I quickly opened it.

Taehyung: Can it wait? I'm in a meeting right now.

Hae-in:(reply) Fine. But this can't wait for too long.

As I stared at my phone, a plan began to form in my mind. I would make Breeh's stay in Korea unbearable, pushing her to return to New York without disrupting my own plans for a future with Taehyung.

Jungkook's Pov

I sprawled in my room, the evening sun casting warm hues across the floor, my chest bare as I idly scrolled through social media. It was a routine distraction after a long day of meetings and planning, but tonight, everything changed with a single image.

There she was, Han Breeh, looking stunning at Jennie's cousin's wedding in Seoul. The caption pierced through me like a bolt of lightning: "Han Breeh back to Korea." It was as if time folded back upon itself, bringing memories and emotions rushing back with a force I hadn't anticipated.

I stared at the photo, my heart pounding in my chest. Breeh looked breathtakingly beautiful, her presence on the screen almost tangible. Her gown, a soft blush that accentuated her figure, hinted at curves I hadn't seen before. A pang of possessiveness surged through me, a primal instinct to protect and claim what I had foolishly let slip away.

Her hair, longer now and cascading like silk down her back, beckoned me. I imagined running my fingers through those strands, feeling their softness, tugging gently just to see her smile. She had always been the epitome of beauty to me, but now, there was an added depth, a maturity that only enhanced her allure.

As I scrutinized the image, I noticed subtle changes-the confident sparkle in her eyes, the subtle curve of her smile. She looked healthier, happier, and it filled me with a mix of joy and regret. Regret for the times I hadn't been there, hadn't shown her how much she meant to me.

A surge of determination welled up within me, fierce and unwavering. I grabbed my phone and dialed my manager's number, my voice urgent and commanding as I instructed him to set up a meeting with Breeh. It didn't matter what obstacles lay ahead; I needed to see her, to speak to her, to make her understand.

"She's back in Korea," I said, my words clipped with intensity. "Arrange a meeting, any meeting, but make sure she can't refuse."

The call ended, leaving me with a sense of purpose I hadn't felt in a long time. This time, I wouldn't let her slip away. I would show her how much she meant to me, how deeply I cared. There would be no room for doubts or hesitations-I was determined to make her mine once and for all.

As I lay back on the bed, the sun setting outside, I couldn't shake the image of Breeh from my mind. Thoughts raced through my head-plans for our meeting, words I wanted to say, gestures I wanted to make. Each scenario played out vividly, fueled by a longing that bordered on desperation.

"Longing is the heart’s way of reaching for what it misses, a silent call for what it deeply desires."

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