Love or Destiny

Tangled Hearts

Taehyung's POV

A week had passed.

Seven days, yet not a single word had left my lips about the truth I had come here to tell.

Every time I tried, every single time, something interrupted. A visitor. A call. A moment that slipped away before I could gather the courage again.

Or maybe...

I just didn't want to say it.

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

And then there was something else.

Jungkook.

He had grown close to Jisoo.

Too close.

At first, I ignored it. He was just being friendly. That's what I told myself. But now, it was different. He spent most of his time with her. Laughing with her. Talking with her.

And Jisoo didn't stop him.

She smiled. She laughed. She looked comfortable.

A sharp feeling twisted in my chest.

Why does that bother me?

I frowned.

He's my friend.

So why does it feel like he's crossing a line?

And then a thought struck me.

Does Jungkook like Jisoo?

My jaw tightened.

No.

There's no way.

But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

The way he looked at her. The way he stayed around her.

I exhaled deeply.

"I need to talk to him..."

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Jisoo's POV

It had been a week since Taehyung returned.

A whole week and yet, nothing had changed.

He was still distant. Still cold. Still unreachable.

At first, I convinced myself he just needed time. After all to him, we were strangers bound by a relationship he hadn't truly chosen.

But now.

A week felt too long.

If he really wanted to know me, wouldn't he have tried by now?

A faint sadness settled in my chest. Still, I forced a smile. Because I wasn't completely alone.

Jungkook had been by my side almost the entire week.

He was warm. Easy to talk to. Someone who listened without judgment and made me laugh without trying too hard. With him around, the silence of the house didn't feel so heavy anymore.

And Rosé was on a vacation with Jimin.

So somehow, Jungkook filled that empty space.

But even then...

Even with laughter, conversations and distractions; there was still something missing.

Or rather...

Someone.

I looked out the window absentmindedly.

"I wish...it was you," I whispered softly.

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Jungkook's POV

I shouldn't have stayed this long.

I came here for Taehyung. That was the plan. But now, everything had changed.

I stared at my reflection, my expression unreadable.

Somewhere along the way, I had fallen for her.

Kim Jisoo.

V's wife.

A bitter smile tugged at my lips.

"I really crossed the line this time..."

But did I?

V didn't love her. He made that clear. He was even planning to divorce her.

So what was wrong with me liking her?

Wanting to be with her?

I clenched my fists.

"No...I didn't do anything wrong."

And yet, something inside me still felt uneasy. Because no matter how I tried to justify it, V was still my friend. A close one.

And Jisoo...

She still looked at him like he was her whole world.

That was the part that bothered me.

Not him. But her.

Because I knew, no matter how much I stayed by her side, she wasn't going to look at me the way she looked at him. Not until she knew the truth.

I sighed.

"I need to talk to him..."

He had been delaying things for too long. He needed to tell her the truth.

About the divorce. About Jennie. About everything.

Because the longer he stayed silent, the more complicated everything became. And I wasn't sure how long I could stand in between.

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Jennie's POV

It had been a week.

Seven days since Taehyung left.

And in those seven days, not once had he called me first.

Not once.

I was always the one reaching out.

Calling.

Texting.

Waiting.

Hoping.

My fingers tightened around my phone this time.

"Why does it feel like I'm the only one trying?"

A heavy feeling settled in my chest. I stared at our chat.

His replies were short and cold. Distant.

Nothing like before.

A thought crept into my mind.

Does he really want to marry me?

I bit my lip.

"He never said he loves me..."

Not even once.

And now that he was away, it felt like he was slipping further from my reach.

I shook my head, trying to push the thought away.

"No...it's just work. He must be busy."

But even I didn't fully believe that.

I needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand.

Lisa was here. But she wasn't the same either.

Ever since the breakup, she had changed.

She wasn't crying anymore. But she wasn't smiling either. She was just quiet. Lost in her own thoughts. Sometimes I caught her staring blankly at nothing, as if her mind was somewhere else entirely.

"Lisa?" I called softly.

She looked at me, forcing a small smile.

"Yes?"

I hesitated.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Because somehow, we were both lost.

Just in different ways. And neither of us knew how to find our way back.