not all love story have a sweet happy ending, some have fire ... They said the world always bent for her. Kim Jisoo. She walked into the ballroom draped in crimson silk, her presence slicing through the chatter like a blade. People didn't just look at her - they surrendered to her aura. Money, power, admiration... she had it all. Yet, as the music swelled and glasses clinked, her eyes locked on something she didn't have. Someone. Across the room, he stood - quiet, composed, untouched by the glitter. Kim Taehyung. He wasn't dazzled by wealth or swayed by beauty. He carried himself with the calm of a man who had seen storms but refused to bow to them. A surgeon, brilliant and steady, he was the kind of man people leaned on... yet he leaned on no one. And beside him, a soft laughter rose. Han Eunji. No diamonds adorned her, no spotlight followed her steps. She was the warmth of sunlight after rain, gentle in ways the world often overlooked. Where Jisoo was fire and Taehyung was stone, Eunji was light - the kind of light that didn't demand attention, yet made everything around it glow. Jisoo's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. That smile carried a promise. Because in that single moment, she decided: If Taehyung was the stone and Eunji was the light... then she would be the storm. And storms don't ask permission to arrive. They destroy. They claim. They change everything.

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.

dropping it on the table. Tonight already felt like a waste. She was about to rest her chin on her palm when- A shadow stopped in front of her. She looked up only halfway, just enough to see a jawline carved by God and lit by neon. The guy had messy dark hair and eyes that shimmered under the strobing lights-eyes that looked like they belonged to someone who laughed easily, but didn't tonight. He leaned slightly forward, trying to get her attention. "Want to dance?" he asked, voice low but clear even over the music. Jisoo blinked. Once. Twice. Her mouth opened automatically. "Yeah," she said, waving dismissively, "I'll come in a moment." She didn't even look fully at him. She didn't think she needed to. Her phone buzzed again. She looked down.

what you feel and what is real are two very different things.

-TAMAT- You're my missing piece. Cover, edit by me.

Kim Jisoo the girl every boy is mad for at their Colleage fell in love with her Best friend knowing he can't love her back. Because.. He already has someone's name written all over his heart He can't love her because he has someone else. She simply loves him knowing he reciprocate her love... "It was always you, Taehyung" |K.th x K.Js| . . . Former name: For you. @Aviysteljs

"Can't you make my life a little better?" Wherein, Jisoo sells her soul to a devil.

He grows to hate her She grows to love him They're future, that's up to them © 2021 WhyAeronWei, All Rights Reserved. Rewriting with or without modification is not allowed. Translations are permitted that you contact me before you translate the book.

"There he is! My beloved fiancé!" Jisoo's eyes twinkled upon seeing the famous Kim Taehyung. "But the only problem is, he doesn't know." Jisoo's face fell as she reminded herself that she and Taehyung doesn't even know each other up until three years into the future.