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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The room was in chaos—ripped canvases littered the floor. Your chest heaved with every ragged breath, anger and sorrow consuming you whole.
Gripping the pair of scissors tightly, you slashed through another painting, watching the pieces fall like broken fragments of your own heart. Every stroke of color that once held meaning, every image that once told a story—now nothing but ruins of your foolish faith.
The door opened. Taehyung stood at the threshold, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the mess—the shredded paintings, the wrecked canvases, the wreckage of emotions laid bare before him.
Taehyung: Stop it, Y/n.
He exclaimed, quickly striding towards you. Before you could destroy another piece, he grabbed your wrist, snatching the scissors from your trembling hands.
Taehyung: Why are you doing this?
He demanded, his voice a mixture of concern and frustration. You huffed, shoving your hair back from your face, your fingers curling into fists. Your nails dug into your palms as you fought to steady your breath.
Taehyung: These paintings are your faith.
Taehyung said, his grip tightening slightly, his gaze searching yours. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, sharp and hollow.
Y/n: It must be my silly faith, then. I don't know why I believe in that stupid destiny thing for a long time?
Taehyung: Don't say it like that.
Y/n: Why can't I say that? I did not only believe in that stupid myth, but I also created delusion in my head. I even thought that money greed bastard was fated with me. How pathetic.
Taehyung remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing, his expression unreadable. Then, he took a step closer, lowering his voice.
Taehyung: Y/n, I came here because I wanted to tell you that right now Jungkook---
Your heart clenched at the mention of that name, but you immediately shut it down.
Y/n: Taehyung. Do me a favor. Never mention that name again.
Taehyung: But I have to...
Y/n: Taehyung. Don't you understand? I don't want to hear his name again. I don't want to hear anything about him. I want to forget everything. Do you understand?
Just then, a soft knock on the door interrupted the moment. One of the maids stepped in hesitantly, her voice gentle yet formal.
