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Simulacrum✿ ( Kim Taehyung / V)

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This is third person pov by the way.

Y/n

The text blinks at you like it’s mocking you.

"Can't wait to see you at the wedding! Bring your special someone! ;)

You sink deeper into the café chair, one hand clutched around your coffee cup like it’s a lifeline. Special someone? As if.

The only special thing in your life right now is your crippling sense of panic.

You glance around the cozy little café, wishing you could vanish into the walls, when suddenly , like the universe heard your silent scream ,a familiar voice cuts through the soft music.

“Why do you look like you just watched your entire life fall apart in slow motion?”

You don't even have to look up to know who it is. That lazy, teasing drawl, half-laughing, half-concerned.
Kim Taehyung.

You lift your eyes ,and sure enough, there he stands, a mess of dark hair, a long tan coat swinging around him, scarf slung loose like he just stepped out of a movie scene. A little too beautiful for real life.

He slides into the chair across from you without waiting for an invitation, plucking a sugar packet from the table and spinning it between his fingers.

“Well?” he prompts.
“Tell your favorite person what’s wrong.”

You roll your eyes , but the tight knot in your chest loosens, just a little.
It’s always been like this with Taehyung.
Effortless. Maddening.

You drop your phone onto the table face-down and sigh.
"There's a wedding this weekend. Family expects me to show up with a boyfriend. There’s... no boyfriend."

Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
"That’s it? You looked like you were dying. I thought it was serious."

"It is serious!" you protest.

"My whole family will be there. Including my ex."
You grimace.
"The one who cheated on me and still somehow thinks he did me a favor."

Taehyung leans back, folding his arms behind his head. His smile turns dangerous.
"Sounds like you need a hero."

You snort. "Yeah, well, unless you’re offering, I'm doomed."

There’s a beat of silence.
You look up ,and Taehyung’s smiling in that way he does when he’s about to say something absolutely reckless.

"I am offering," he says, voice light, like he’s asking if you want extra whipped cream on your coffee.

You blink. "You... what?"

He shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

"I’ll be your boyfriend. Just for a week. I’m free. I’m hot. I’m amazing with grandmas."

You stare at him.
He's joking. He has to be joking.

But he’s watching you steadily now, no laughter in his eyes. Just a quiet, almost curious intensity.
Like he’s wondering if you’ll call his bluff ,or take a leap.

Your heart thuds painfully against your ribs.
This is Taehyung. Your Taehyung. Your stupid, charming, impossible best friend.

Say no, your brain hisses.