Love or Destiny

The Chit of Fate

The noise reached Taehyung before the words did.

By the time he stepped out from the back of the workshop, a small crowd had already gathered near the entrance. Curious faces, hushed whispers and in the middle of it all, a furious customer.

"What is this?" the man shouted, his voice sharp with anger. "It's only been three days and the car is already broken again! If you can't fix it this time, I'll make sure your company shuts down!"

Taehyung's eyes shifted to his boss, who stood in front of the man, trying his best to remain calm despite the rising tension.

"We are extremely sorry, sir," his boss said politely. "We'll check the car and fix the issue immediately."

The man scoffed but stepped aside. "You better."

"Taehyung!" his boss called out, turning toward him.

"Yeah?" Taehyung replied, walking closer.

"Take a look at this car. Urgently."

Taehyung nodded. "Alright."

He approached the car, blocking out the murmurs around him. The moment his hands touched the surface, his focus sharpened. The noise, the pressure, the crowd, everything faded into the background.

To him, cars weren't just machines or vehicles.

They spoke.

And he knew exactly how to listen.

He opened the hood and began inspecting carefully, his eyes scanning every detail, every connection, every fault line. Minutes passed in silence as he worked, his expression growing more serious with each passing second.

Something was definitely wrong.

After a while, Taehyung stepped back, wiping his hands slowly. His jaw tightened slightly before he turned to face the customer.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Your car can't be repaired."

The man's expression darkened instantly. "What do you mean it can't be repaired?"

"All the major components are damaged beyond fixing," Taehyung explained. "You'll need to replace the car. Contact the company, they should provide a replacement."

"And what if you're wrong?" the man challenged, crossing his arms.

For a brief moment, silence settled over the space.

Taehyung met his gaze without hesitation.

"In matters of cars," he said evenly, "I'm never wrong."

The confidence in his voice left no room for doubt.

Without waiting for a response, Taehyung turned and walked away, leaving behind the stunned silence of the crowd and a truth no one there could deny.

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The night had already settled in when Taehyung pushed open the door to his apartment, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. He barely stepped inside before noticing the flickering light of the television.

Someone was already there.

He didn't need to guess who.

"Hey! When did you come here?" Taehyung asked, dropping his bag near the couch.

Jungkook didn't even bother looking away from the screen. "About an hour ago."

Taehyung frowned. "And how exactly did you get in?"