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this story is straight, I mean it does contain taekook but members are in female

if anyone has problem with this setting give it a shot

if you still don't like it then leave respectfully

there are twins and all so take it as warning 🚫🚫

like I will introduce the characters with chapters not all at a time

as we are taking it so the setting will be Indian costume ok

precisely to inform you all the story is,better than you think so take your time and enjoy it

there are some complicated relationships here so be part of what's I am going to right this will be my 5th or 6th story

support me I will update more

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better now we can start our story

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bye

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The heavy, humid press of a Seoul July always felt different inside the villa's gated compound. This morning, a deceptively cool summer breeze swept through the courtyard, causing the dark green leaves of the persimmon trees to rustle softly against the high stone walls. It was a quiet, sprawling sort of beauty—a magnanimous scene that felt entirely disconnected from the bustling city streets just a few blocks away.Down in the modest lawn of the villa, a lone figure sat hunched over a patch of damp earth.Taehyung didn't mind the dark soil staining the edges of her fingers, nor the way the morning dew clung to the hem of her simple linen outfit. At thirty, she had learned that the quiet company of roots and soil was far more predictable than the whispers of her family. There was a rhythm here. A safety in tending to living things that didn't ask her why she was still unmarried, or why she chose to fade into the background of her own life.

She dug her fingers deeper into the cool earth, smoothing it around the base of a young jasmine plant—a small touch of her mother's Indian heritage blooming in the heart of a Korean garden

The voice shattered the fragile silence of the lawn.Taehyung paused, her soil-covered hands freezing mid-motion over the roots. Slowly, the hunched figure turned, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead with the back of her wrist, and looked up toward the stone veranda where Mrs. Kim was standing

Taehyung replied, her voice soft but steady, using the intimate Indian term of endearment that always felt like a private shield between them.

With that, she turned her back to the veranda, returning her focus to the dark soil. She intentionally chose not to mind her mother’s heavy, scrutinizing gaze lingering on her spine.Beneath her feet lay the beautiful flower garden she had spent years tending with absolute care. It wasn't just a hobby; it was her sanctuary—a lush, vibrant comfort place where the demands of the outside world couldn't reach her.

From the veranda, Mrs. Kim looked down at her daughter. Taehyung was wearing a simple, pale pink suit that complemented her soft features perfectly, making her look entirely beautiful—far more radiant than any flower in the flowerbeds. Yet, looking at her, a mother's familiar, heavy worry tightened in Mrs. Kim's chest.Taehyung was pushing thirty now. In their rigid, high-society cross-cultural circle, an unmarried daughter at that age was a ticking clock. The silence surrounding Taehyung’s marital status made Mrs. Kim deeply anxious about her daughter's future, a quiet panic that grew more oppressive with each passing year.

Mrs. Kim sighed, her tone a mix of resignation and lingering concern.Saying this, her mother turned and left the veranda, her footsteps fading back into the quiet halls of the villa.Left alone once more, Taehyung let out a long, quiet sigh that dissipated into the humid air. Shaking off the heavy weight of her mother's worries, she immersed herself in the plants again, burying her hands back into the cool, forgiving earth.

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Miles away from the humid, silent tension of the Seoul villa, the sun-drenched courtyard of the University of Barcelona was alive with a completely different energy. The historic, golden-stone arches of the campus rose grandly into a bright Spanish sky, framing a bustling crowd of students who drifted between classes, their laughter and overlapping conversations echoing off the ancient walls.Amidst the vibrant, moving sea of people, a tomboyish girl sat completely still on a weathered stone bench.Jimin didn't mind the chaos spinning around her, nor did she care about the ticking time on her watch. Wearing her usual relaxed, oversized clothes, she sat back with an easy air, thoroughly busy minding her own business. To anyone passing by, she looked entirely detached from the world.In reality, her sharp eyes were quietly scanning the courtyard.

She shifted slightly on the stone bench, her gaze cutting through the crowd as she searched for her buddy. It was almost time for their next class to begin—a lecture they absolutely could not afford to skip. Because yes, thanks to his usual unpredictable, careless routine, they had already completely missed the first period of the morning.What can we say? When it came to Jeon Jungkook, time was always an optional suggestion, and Jimin was the only one patient enough to wait for him in the shadows

Amidst the vibrant, moving sea of people, a tomboyish girl sat completely still on a weathered stone bench.Jimin didn't mind the chaos spinning around her, nor did she care about the ticking time on her watch. Wearing her usual relaxed, oversized clothes, she sat back with an easy air, thoroughly busy minding her own business. To anyone passing by, she looked entirely detached from the world.In reality, her sharp eyes were quietly scanning the courtyard.She shifted slightly on the stone bench, her gaze cutting through the crowd as she searched for her buddy. It was almost time for their next class to begin—a lecture they absolutely could not afford to skip. Because yes, thanks to his usual unpredictable, careless routine, they had already completely missed the first period of the morning.What can we say? When it came to Jeon Jungkook, time was always an optional suggestion.Jimin had been waiting for over half an hour, her irritation mounting with every passing minute. She was just about to stand up from the stone bench, muttering a curse under her breath, when a sudden weight settled on her shoulder.A heavy, familiar hand gripped her, stopping her in her tracks.

Jimin snapped, turning her head sharply before he could even speak.

The young man standing in front of her didn't look bothered at all. He just let out a low, lazy chuckle that usually let him get away with absolute murder.Jeon Jungkook stood bathed in the bright Spanish sunlight, looking like a living disruption to the ancient university courtyard. He raised a hand, carelessly brushing back a few messy strands of his metallic silver hair as he adjusted a pair of yellow-tinted sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The thick silver hoops in his ear lobes glinted in the sharp sun, perfectly matching the heavy metal chain that rested flat against his collarbone.At twenty-three, he carried himself with the fluid, effortless grace of a runway model, draped in expensive apathy. A stark sleeve of dark tattoos wrapped around his forearm, contrasting with the loose white T-shirt he wore. He was a notorious playboy in the department, known simply as JK—a name that carried a seductive, untamable charm across the campus

Jungkook murmured, his voice a smooth, gravelly purr as he looked down at her, his dark eyes entirely unreadable behind his lenses.

Jimin let out a quiet breath, her posture softening slightly as she looked away from his smirk. No matter how much she scolded him, his calm apathy always had a way of cutting through her defenses, burying the unrequited feelings she kept hidden under her tomboy facade.

She asked, her voice dropping its sharp edge.

Jungkook replied, a faint, superficial smile playing on his lips as he stepped back, giving her space

He didn't offer any more explanation, and Jimin didn't push for one. They sat in the fading warmth of the Spanish morning, the bustling university crowd moving around them like a distant backdrop. To Jimin, it was just another ordinary day with her best friend before their trip back to South Korea.She had no way of knowing what was waiting for them on the other side of the ocean, or how this quiet, comfortable silence would be the last peaceful moment they would ever share

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TBC

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Oceans away, the quiet sanctity of Taehyung’s garden was violently dismantled. The humid Seoul afternoon air was no longer still. It was heavy, vibrant, and thick with the overwhelming scent of crushed cardamom, sweet marigold garlands, and the sharp, fiery aroma of traditional Indian spices wafting from the villa’s large kitchen. The maternal side of the family had arrived, and with them came the beautiful, exhausting chaos of a major celebration.

The courtyard that had been her sanctuary just a few hours ago was now a moving canvas of rich, heavy silk lehengas and traditional Korean hanboks mingling together under the minimalist concrete pillars of the estate. The non-stop chatter—a rapid, overlapping blend of Hindi and formal Korean—created a wall of noise that made Taehyung feel more invisible than ever

An aunt draped in a vibrant, crimson saree cornered her near the veranda, her hands heavy with gold glass bangles that clinked aggressively with every movement. The older woman took Taehyung by the chin, tilting her face up to scrutinize her under the harsh afternoon light.

The aunt whispered, a mixture of genuine pity and passive-aggressive concern in her eyes.

The heavy weight of societal expectation hung in the air, thick and suffocating.Taehyung didn't flinch. She pulled her chin back with a quiet, icy dignity, her pale pink outfit rustling softly as she stood her ground. Her face remained entirely beautiful—unmarked by the anxiety that her relatives tried so hard to project onto her.

Taehyung replied, her voice smooth, low, and entirely controlled.

She excused herself politely, though her fingers tightly gripped the fabric of her dress to hide the sudden, violent tremor in her hands. She walked away from the loud, colorful crowd, retreating toward the quietest edge of the estate—the high stone veranda overlooking the long, gated driveway

The sun was beginning to set over Seoul, casting a deep, bruised purple hue across the sky. The humidity wrapped around her chest like a tight cage.Taehyung leaned against the cold stone railing, closing her eyes and letting out a long, shaky breath. She hated the whispers. She hated the way her unmarried status at thirty made her a tragic riddle to her family. Her mind, deeply guarded, recoiled from the pressure, locking her emotions behind a wall of absolute discipline.A sudden, sharp breeze swept through the courtyard, causing the marigold garlands to sway against the concrete walls.

Taehyung opened her eyes, looking out toward the distant, empty driveway. A strange, unexplainable prickle of unease ran down her spine. Her intuition—the sharp, defensive survival instinct she had built over years of isolating herself—suddenly flared in her chest.

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The transition from the golden stonework of Barcelona to the sleek, metallic expanse of the international airport terminal was seamless. For Jeon Jungkook, the world was a series of shifting, superficial backdrops.He walked through the terminal with his usual lazy slouch, a designer duffel bag slung carelessly over one shoulder. His hair, a striking, metallic silver that seemed to absorb the sterile neon lighting of the airport, drew the lingering glances of travelers pulling their luggage. He didn't look back at them. Behind his yellow-tinted sunglasses, his dark, chaotic eyes were entirely detached, skimming over duty-free luxury displays with absolute boredom.

Jimin hurried behind him, her oversized passport holder gripped tightly in her hand. Her tomboyish outfit—heavy cargo pants and a loose canvas jacket—contrasted sharply with the polished, effortless aesthetic Jungkook carried. She pulled her rolling suitcase faster, her heart hammering not from the rush to the boarding gate, but from the terrifying, intoxicating reality of what this summer meant.For the next two months, he was entirely hers. No university distractions, no fleeting Spanish models clawing at his sleeves, no playboy reputation to shield him. Just the two of them, traveling back to her roots.

Jungkook slowed his pace slightly, allowing her to catch up, though his hand remained tucked deeply into his pocket.

Jimin grumbled, trying to sound like the exasperated, low-maintenance best friend she always pretended to be.

Jungkook paused just before the boarding bridge, turning his head slightly. The heavy silver hoops in his ears caught the flashing reflection of the tarmac outside. He tilted his sunglasses down just enough to look at her over the rims, his lips curling into that faint, tender smirk that always made her throat go dry.

He murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that felt entirely too intimate for the crowded terminal.

🀄🀄🀄

The world inside the airplane cabin was suspended in a quiet, artificial twilight. For hours, the only sound was the low, steady hum of the engines cutting through the sky, flying east into the rising sun.Jimin kept her eyes fixed on the small digital map on the screen in front of her, watching the tiny plane icon slowly move across continents. Beside her, Jungkook was sound asleep, his head tilted back slightly against the headrest.Without his yellow-tinted sunglasses, his features looked deceptively soft in the dim cabin light. His messy, metallic silver hair caught the faint blue glow of the monitor, framing a face that Jimin had memorized over years of shared university lectures and lazy Spanish afternoons. Her gaze drifted down to his hand, resting carelessly on his lap—the long, elegant fingers relaxed, the dark tattoos wrapping around his forearm disappearing beneath the sleeve of his shirt.

[so cute 😍😍😍 i couldn't resist]

A familiar, sharp ache tightened in Jimin's chest. She adjusted her loose canvas jacket, pulling her knees up slightly on her seat, trying to shrink into her usual tomboy posture.To everyone else on this flight, they were just two inseparable friends heading home for the summer. She had spent months convincing him to join her for her sister's upcoming cross-cultural wedding, hiding her deep, unrequited longing behind a mask of casual banter. She wanted him there. She wanted him to see where she came from, hoping that the warmth of her family's ancestral home might finally melt the untouchable, playful apathy he always carried around himself like armor. Jungkook stirred slightly in his sleep, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his sharp cheekbones. He didn't wake up. He had no idea what kind of household he was flying into, nor did he care. To his chaotic, playboy mind, this trip was just a summer distraction in a different city.

Jimin reached out, her fingers hovering just an inch above his silver hair, wanting to smooth down a stray lock. But before her skin could make contact, she pulled her hand back, curling her fingers into a tight fist against her lap.She turned her face back toward the dark window, choosing the safety of the silence. She had no way of knowing that by dragging her favorite person into her family's world, she was opening a door that could never be shut again.

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