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.

A story between three peaple Kim Taehyung, Kim jisoo and Kim jennie. Love or destiny, let's see what brings them together.... Taehyung lives in USA and there he met with someone who will make everything on his life to be more complicated than it already is, and to make it more difficult,he has to fix his past. So let's see how this story ends up and what is his past and with whom he fall in love Guys this is my first time writing and I respect all bts and blackpink members, so if this story is not as you want so please at least don't hate me. And I am not a Korean so I'm not well known about Korean language, culture , life or system. Therefore, if I write something wrong please forgive me. Thank you. Hey this story is kind of dialogue type so please read and vote my story. Ranking 8: Vsoo 20August2021 Ranking 1: taesoo 2November2022

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.