It was happening. The first slow dance of the night. And Jisoo was... alone. Across the room, she spotted Taehyung. Nari was tugging at his wrist, clearly mouthing something-probably asking for the dance. She leaned close, lips grazing his ear, dress pressed to his side. It was obvious. Expected. She was his date. But Taehyung's eyes weren't on her. They found Jisoo. Again. And stayed there. He stepped back from Nari. Whatever he said, it made her blink in disbelief, her lips parting in a quiet protest. But Taehyung had already turned. He was walking toward Jisoo. With purpose.

"Not bad," he said, nudging her skate with the toe of his sneaker. "You almost looked like a real skater back there." "Wow. A compliment without a side of sarcasm. Are you feeling okay, Skater Boy?" He turned his head toward her, eyebrow raised. "Skater Boy?" "You know," she said, smirking as she sat up and tugged off her wrist guards, "black hoodie, late-night skating, annoying levels of confidence-if Avril Lavigne had a fever dream, it'd be you." He let out a low laugh. "Okay, Seoul, that's the worst nickname I've ever heard." "Good," she said sweetly. "It's supposed to sting."

Taehyung stood up halfway. "Hold onto something!" Before Jisoo could react, a loud crack echoed from somewhere above them. The ceiling panels groaned. The whole train rocked again-this time more violently. A man standing near the aisle stumbled hard. His arms pinwheeled. He was falling-straight toward Jisoo. It all happened too fast. She braced, her arms up-but before the man could crash into her, a hand gripped her wrist and yanked her sideways. "Got you," Taehyung said. Jisoo stumbled against his chest. The man thudded into the empty seat beside hers instead, cursing as he hit the floor. The train jolted again. Taehyung didn't let go. He pulled her down beside him, tucking her between himself and the wall of the carriage, shielding her from the chaos. Another tremor rolled through, making the train creak like a dying machine. More people fell. Someone up front shouted in panic. A bottle rolled down the aisle, clinking uselessly.

Love story about neighbours, from hate to love. Shovels. Bags of soil. Wooden garden beds stacked neatly against the fence. And, of course, Taehyung. He was stretching like he was preparing for an Olympic event, grinning at her in a way that instantly irritated her. "This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me," Jisoo muttered under her breath. "You say that now," Taehyung said, rolling his shoulders, "but soon, you'll be thanking me when we grow fresh vegetables." Jisoo narrowed her eyes. "Taehyung, you do realize neither of us knows how to garden, right?" "I watched a YouTube video." Jisoo pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh, great. A YouTube video. That totally makes you an expert." Reading time - 3 hours and 40 minutes. Characters: Jisoo Taehyung Achievements: #1 in Taesoo #2 in blackpinkjisoo #6 in Jisoo #22 in shipping #37 in bangpink

She closed her eyes for the briefest second. Then she opened them-and let her gaze drift over Taejon's shoulder until it found Taehyung. He wasn't smiling. But his eyes burned with something deeper. Something dangerous. Something she couldn't name, but it made her spine straighten and her lips part. "I do," she said, her voice strong. But the words weren't for Taejon. They were a betrayal, whispered behind a veil of tradition and silk and stolen glances. Her lips had formed them. Her heart had not.

Jisoo started packing up. "Leaving already?" Jihyun teased. "I have homework." "You have a shrine." Jisoo swatted her friend with her sketchbook and slid off the bench. "Come on." But just as she turned to go, something happened. The basketball bounced once, rolled, and landed near the base of the bleachers-close to her sketchbook bag. Taehyung jogged over to retrieve it. She froze. He looked up. Their eyes met. For the first time in years, they were just a few feet apart. His gaze dropped-only for a second-to the sketchbook she hadn't zipped all the way. The top page fluttered open. A pencil sketch. His face. Mid-smile. Too accurate. Time slowed. Then he blinked, smiled politely, and picked up the ball. "Hey. Sorry." He didn't say her name. Didn't act like he remembered. He turned back toward the court. The moment passed. Jisoo's heart sank. She zipped up her bag so fast the pencil snapped inside.

"Bet you didn't think your Monday would include being trapped with your favorite employee." Still focused on his phone, he responds dryly, "I don't play favorites." She closes the distance between them by a few steps, standing just beside his left shoulder. He doesn't move, but she can feel the subtle shift in his breathing. "Liar," she whispers, her voice low, loaded with challenge.

It started on Monday. He was late to their tutoring session. Not drastically, but Taehyung wasn't usually late anymore - not since they'd started... whatever it was they'd started. Their rhythm. Their uneasy, teasing, careful balance. He slid into the library seat with a quick, "Sorry," barely meeting her eyes. His hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, and she noticed the faint tremble in his fingers as he reached for his pen. Jisoo narrowed her eyes. "Did you eat today?" "Hmm?" He didn't look up, already flipping through the textbook. "Taehyung." "I'm fine." That was the answer she kept getting.

"You weren't supposed to see it yet," he says quietly. She crosses her arms, trying to shield herself from the sudden, stupid ache inside. "Why is she in it?" His answer is soft. Deadly soft. "Because you're not complete without her." Jisoo's nails bite into her palms. "She's weak," she says. "She left you." Taehyung steps closer, slow. "She's part of the story whether you like it or not." "I'm not her." "No," he agrees, voice dropping lower. "You're the one who stayed." The words land somewhere between a compliment and a curse. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb grazing her cheek. "There's only room for one muse when it's finished," he whispers.

Mrs. Kim cleared her throat softly, as if to remind them they weren't alone. "Taehyung," she said lightly, "why don't you sit down? I've just made a very interesting offer to Miss Jisoo." He turned slightly toward his mother, still visibly tense. "You didn't." "Oh, I did," Mrs. Kim said with a calm smile. "She's perfect for the role." Jisoo felt his eyes on her again, heavier now, colder. "Of course you agreed," he muttered. "I didn't," she shot back immediately. "But nice to know how low you think of me." He looked at her like he was trying to read every layer of her - and like he didn't like what he was finding. "Whatever this is," he said finally, voice clipped and sharp, "stay out of it." Jisoo tilted her head, that mischievous spark back in her eyes. "Make me."