Behind The Fame

Behind The Fame

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A short filo au wherein two influential people on the internet are gaining a lot of attention but Nikov (jk) caught Lucky's (th) eyes before he knew it. note. this story is a taekook filo socmed au from twitter. enjoy reading.
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𝘚𝘠𝘕𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 "Some storms never end. Some hearts never forget." Kim Taehyung was twelve when his mother died in the rain. He didn't scream. He didn't speak. Only his fingers trembled- and the scent of lavender soaked into the halls of Kim estate like a ghost that refused to leave. Now thirty, he's the cold yet soft, porcelain face of Kim Corp- a man with ink on his fingers, obsessed with clouds and strawberries, and an empire built on rare things: books, birds, broken antiques- and walls no one is allowed to breach. Except the past doesn't knock. It claws. When Jeon Jungkook-heir of another empire and the boy Taehyung once called his moon- is forced into an arranged marriage with him, neither of them is prepared for the collision of memory and myth. Jungkook is twenty-four now, sharp-tongued and sugar-soft, with tattoos hidden under starched sleeves and a paper crane in his wallet- the last thing Taehyung gave him before vanishing from his life. He doesn't understand why he still dreams of that night. Why the word lavender makes his throat close. Why Taehyung looks at him like a prayer he's not ready to say. Tension tangles between them like a ribbon on fire- brat and tamer, storm and silence, the boy who misunderstood and the man who never explained. As business contracts tighten and the shadows of their closed ones stir, the truth begins to bleed- about that night, about the woman who sang lullabies to birds, to clouds and about a love that never died... only hid. Soft hands meet hard truths. Birds sing in storm light. And sometimes, the only way to heal-is to fall apart first

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