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LIKE WE ALWAYS WERE
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Complete, First published Jul 02
A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction~

They were always almost something - best friends tangled in leftover noodles, broken heaters, unsent letters, and unspoken promises. But when Taehyung knocks on Y/N's door one rainy night, it's finally time to say what they've always known:
Some loves don't need to begin. They just are - like they always were.

Short, Sweet and Fluffy 
Taehyung x Reader

Happy reading!! πŸ§ΈπŸ’Œ
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π˜šπ˜ π˜•π˜–π˜—π˜šπ˜π˜š "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