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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A notification popped up on your phone, as you saw the message from Kevin. The video file sat there ominously, waiting to be played. Taehyung and Jimin immediately moved closer, their expressions tense as they stood beside you. With a deep breath, you tapped the screen, and the video began to play.
In the video:
Kevin stood, his face illuminated by a single overhead light. His expression was smug, filled with amusement as he leaned forward. Opposite him stood Mr. Choi, his posture rigid, his face unreadable. Kevin's lips curled into a smirk.
Kevin: Your daughter doesn't know yet that you sent someone to steal the Red Thread app from me, right?
His tone was mocking, taunting. Mr. Choi's jaw tightened, his voice sharp.
Mr.Choi: Stop babbling. Just tell me what you want.
Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. His eyes gleaming with mischief.
Kevin: Is this how the rich solve their problems? You should know that I never want your money. I'm more interested in knowing why you did it.
Mr. Choi remained silent, his gaze unwavering. Kevin tilted his head.
Kevin: You wanted to borrow my hand to kill Jungkook for you?
He let out a low laugh. Mr. Choi's expression darkened.
Mr.Choi: Why would I do that for?
Kevin's eyes narrowed as he leaned in, his voice turning deadly
Kevin: If he had died, the secret you tried to keep would die with Jungkook, right?
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The dimly lit living room was eerily silent. You sat alone on the couch, your hands clutching your phone, your mind numb from the revelation in the video. Tears streamed down your face uncontrollably, soaking your lap as your body trembled with rage, betrayal, and heartbreak.
The click of the front door unlocking echoed through the quiet space, followed by the soft creak of it opening. The sudden brightness from the hallway lights spilled into the darkened room as footsteps approached.
