Requested story based on an idea from a reader:
"What if the female lead marries her childhood best friend, only to discover he loves someone else?"
Dive into this Taehyung fanfiction, where friendship, love, and unexpected twists collide. Join me o...
DESTINED OR DOOMED We were woven into a story neither of us wanted to tell— The dream of love, shattered by the reality of family duty _________________________
“In that moment, hope was both a curse and a gift”
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“Each step up the staircase felt like climbing toward a fate I wanted to choose but couldn’t”
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•After a few days•
I sighed deeply, letting my eyes drift outside the window of the car as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and silver. The weight of the day settled on my shoulders. After so many attempts, I had finally visited Dad's company today, trying to immerse myself in the world he so carefully built, but even that small victory felt hollow when, just a few hours in, he called me back home-his voice strained and urgent, leaving no room for debate.
The car halted smoothly at the entrance of our sprawling mansion, the headlights illuminating the grand stone facade momentarily. I stepped out, the cool evening breeze brushing against my skin as I walked up the marble steps, pushing the heavy front door open. As I entered, I paused, frowning slightly. The soft murmur of voices echoed through the hall, accompanied by bursts of laughter and animated chatter.
Who could it be at this hour?
Curiosity piqued, I made my way toward the living room. My footsteps slowed as I took in the unexpected scene before me: my parents, Taehyung's parents, and Taehyung himself, all comfortably settled on the couches, laughing in a way that made their eyes crinkle and faces glow.
“W-What's going on?”
I managed to ask, my voice cutting through the air. The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward me. I glanced at Taehyung, whose lips curled up in a small smile-a smile that faltered almost as soon as it appeared, replaced by something more unreadable.
“Oh, come here, Y/n. Sit beside Taehyung”
Taehyung's mother called out warmly, patting the space next to him. I moved forward slowly, lowering myself onto the couch beside him. I was acutely aware of the distance I left between us, my gaze flicking to where our parents sat, facing us with an intensity I didn't quite understand.
“How are you, pretty mom?”
I greeted Taehyung's mother, the familiar endearment slipping out easily. We'd always called each other's mothers ‘mom’ since childhood, a testament to how deeply entwined our families had been.
