You meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it. A story of a boy and a girl who are destined to meet, with many obstacles on there way. A story of betrayal, love, fate and many more would take you on a roller coaster emotion, would your love wi...
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Jungkook walked toward the couch, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He turned slightly, his gaze meeting Lisa's.
JK: You can stay here for the time being.
He said, his voice neutral, giving nothing away. Lisa's eyes widened as she took a hesitant step forward.
Lisa: Are you really letting me stay here with you?
JK: Hmm...
For a second, Lisa just stared at him, her lips parting in silent astonishment. Then, a bright smile spread across her face, her entire being lighting up with happiness. Without thinking, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
Jungkook stiffened at the sudden contact, but slowly, he lifted his arms and hugged her back, his hand patting her back lightly in an awkward yet comforting motion.
Lisa: Thank you so much. I don't want anything else now.
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Papers were scattered across your workstation, along with a steaming cup of coffee that had long gone cold. Your fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, your eyes glued to the screen, determination evident in your posture.
Jimin leaned against your desk, arms crossed, watching you with a raised eyebrow. His own workspace was only a few feet away, but he had barely gotten any work done, too distracted by your unusual intensity.
Jimin: Do you want to get the employee of the month or something? I don't think they have such an award here.
You didn't even glance at him. Your fingers kept moving, eyes scanning the project layout on your screen as you muttered under your breath.
Y/n: I don't have much time left. I want to complete this project before they get married.
Jimin furrowed his brows. His playful smirk faded as he straightened up, now paying closer attention.
Jimin: They? Who do you mean? Who is getting married?
You finally stopped typing. You took a deep breath and looked at him, your expression unreadable but your eyes filled with something—pain, frustration, or maybe even exhaustion.
