Everyone feels in Love, one's in their life. Some get from love heartbreak and some get from love peaceful life. But it's depends on your fate, who bring that person to you. "That person you feel in love"

Taehyung fallen in love with his first love at first sight, but it wasn't his fault because everyone falls in love.

"Sometimes we need someone in our lives who can fill our lives with joy and love. We need someone who understands us. But sometimes every person doesn't get everything in their life."  Taehyung is an omega, He never thought that just one misunderstanding bring his life like this. His first love left him all alone..

His first love everything to him, he doesn't want to lose him, but what can you do "when all this is written in your destiny."

What his first love do when he knows about the truth? Will he get back with him and cleared all the misunderstanding with him? Or Taehyung gave him another chance?

Now story start with the cute moments.

Taehyung’s little boy was curled up beside him, sleeping in the same exact position as his father used to. The sight tugged at Taehyung’s heart—every detail of his child reminded him of his first love. His sleeping style, his tiny face, even the way his lips curved into a faint smile. Everything was a mirror of the man Taehyung once loved.

Leaning closer, Taehyung brushed a gentle kiss across his son’s forehead.

“My Googi,” he whispered softly, “it’s wakey-wakey time.”

The boy stirred, blinking his sleepy eyes before focusing on his Taehyung’s face. A smile spread across his lips as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Taehyung’s cheek.

“It’s wakey-wakey time,” he repeated, his voice still drowsy but playful.

Taehyung chuckled. “Yes, my love. First we do washi-washi, then we eat breaky.”

“Yeah! We eat breaky after wakey!” the little one cheered, grinning wide.

Taehyung lifted him gently and carried him to the washroom. Together they washed up, freshened themselves, and then Taehyung helped him into his clothes for the day. Hand in hand, they went to the dining room. Taehyung settled his son into his little chair and crouched down to meet his eyes.

“Now,” he said with a smile, “I’ll make yum-yum food for my baby.”

“Yum-yum food!” the boy echoed, clapping his tiny hands.

Taehyung prepared breakfast for both of them, watching his son eat with an appetite that made him proud. Afterward, he packed a small lunchbox, slipping it into his son’s bag with care.

At the daycare gates, Taehyung knelt down to straighten his son’s clothes. “Take care of yourself, hmm? And eat your lunch too, okay?” He kissed his son’s forehead.

The little boy wrapped his arms tightly around Taehyung’s neck, giving him a big hug before kissing him back. With a final wave, he ran inside, glancing back one more time to flash Taehyung a smile.

Just as Taehyung stood to leave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw the reminder—his shift was about to start. With one last look toward the daycare door, he tucked his phone away and headed off to work.

Life in Korea was not easy for Taehyung. To keep the lights on, pay rent, cover daycare fees, and put food on the table, he juggled multiple jobs without rest. From one shift to the next, he worked tirelessly, knowing every bit of effort was for his little boy. Some days, exhaustion weighed so heavily on him that he couldn’t make it in time to pick up his son. On those evenings, he would call a trusted best friend to fetch the child from daycare, though guilt always tugged at his heart. Still, he repeated the same routine day after day, never allowing himself to slow down.

Yet, no matter how tired he was, Taehyung never returned to his father’s house. That place was no longer home.

When his mother died, Taehyung had been too young, too broken to protest his father’s sudden remarriage. He understood, in a way—his father had been lonely, desperate for comfort. Taehyung had stayed quiet, hoping the new marriage might ease his father’s grief. But instead of healing, his father had changed. The warmth and love he once showered on Taehyung vanished, replaced by cold indifference.

His stepmother made everything worse. She despised him from the beginning, her eyes filled with resentment. To her, Taehyung was nothing more than a threat—the rightful heir to his father’s property. And when she discovered Taehyung’s pregnancy, her hatred sharpened into cruelty.

One evening, she whispered poison into her husband’s ear. “Abort Taehyung’s baby. Think about it—who will marry him if people find out? If this becomes known, our family will be ruined.”

Blinded by her words, Taehyung’s father comes to Taehyung room and said to him.

“Who is the father of this child?” he demanded.

Taehyung stood frozen, unable to speak. His first love had already abandoned him after a cruel misunderstanding, leaving him to carry the burden alone. Silence was all he had left.

His father’s voice hardened. “Abort this baby. You’re still young. No one will marry you if they know. Just get rid of it.”

Taehyung’s hands trembled, but his voice came steady. “No. I’ll take care of this baby.”

“You?” his father scoffed. “How? You don’t have a job. You’re still a student. How will you raise a child?”

“I’ll handle it,” Taehyung replied, his tone firm though his heart ached.

“If you insist on keeping this child,” his father said coldly, “then get out. Leave this house. But if you choose abortion, you can stay.”

For a moment, silence filled the room. Then Taehyung lifted his chin, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“Then I’ll leave,” he said. “I don’t want to live here anymore. I’ll choose my baby.”

Gathering his belongings with what little strength he had, he walked out of the house that night. With only a small amount of savings, he rented a tiny apartment and began working every job he could find. It was grueling, but he endured every hardship with one thought keeping him alive: for my child.

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Taehyung had faced countless difficulties, but through it all, his best friend had never left his side. Suga, an alpha, stood by him with unwavering loyalty. For nine long months, he had supported and cared for Taehyung, making sure he was never completely alone.

One evening, as the weight of his thoughts pressed too heavily on his chest, Taehyung finally broke the silence.

“Has he… has he talked to you?” His voice trembled. “Did he come back to Korea?”

Suga’s expression softened. He shook his head.

“No. I’ve called his number so many times, but he never answers. I even asked our other friends, but they said he hasn’t returned from London yet.”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, pain flashing across his face.

“Why? Why doesn’t he trust me? I didn’t do anything wrong.” His voice cracked, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I know,” Suga said firmly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “I know you, Taehyung. This isn’t your fault. It’s because of that girl—the one who clings to him like a shadow, like a bubble that never bursts.” Taehyung lowered his gaze, biting down hard on his lip. The truth in Suga’s words cut deep.

Suga watched quietly as Taehyung folded his son’s little clothes, his hands trembling ever so slightly. The silence between them stretched until Taehyung finally spoke, his voice breaking.

“You know, Suga… Junggook is getting bigger. One day, someone will ask him about his father. What will he say? What if he comes to me and asks, ‘Where is my dad?’ How am I supposed to answer him?” His eyes filled with tears, spilling over as he buried his face in his hands.

Suga’s chest ached at the sight. He moved closer, his voice low and steady.

“I know, Taehyung. But what can we do? You know the truth—he left because of that misunderstanding. That girl… she played a clever, cruel game against you. She twisted everything.”

Taehyung’s shoulders shook. “But why? Why didn’t he trust me? Not even once. I didn’t do anything wrong.” He choked on his tears. “And what hurts the most is that he didn’t even listen to me… even when I begged. He was supposed to be my everything, my first love. Why couldn’t he believe me, when even you—his best friend—stood by me? Why couldn’t he listen to me, I'm his boyfriend?” His words dissolved into sobs.

Suga reached out and pulled him into his arms, holding him firmly as though he could shield him from the weight of the world.

“Taehyung,” he whispered, “just forget about all that. Don’t let the past keep destroying you. I’m here. I’ve always been here, and I’ll always stay by your side. You’re not alone, and you never will be—not as long as I’m here.”

Taehyung clung to him, his tears soaking into Suga’s shirt. He managed a broken smile through his pain.

“Thank you… thank you for always staying by my side.”

Suga tightened his embrace, silently promising he would never let Taehyung break again.

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After their heavy talk, Taehyung wiped his tears away and glanced at Suga.

“Sorry,” he murmured softly, “you’re getting emotional because of me.”

Suga shook his head firmly. “Don’t say that. I’m here because I want to be.”

Taehyung, wanting to lighten the mood, gave him a playful smile. “But you know… you look kind of cute when you get emotional.”

Suga rolled his eyes,  with a small smile. Taehyung chuckled and stood.

“Come on, I’ll make dinner. Stay and eat with us.”

Suga shook his head, glancing at his phone. “I can’t tonight. I have a meeting, so I’ll pass.”

“Alright,” Taehyung said, though disappointment flickered in his eyes.

Just then, little Junggook toddled over and tugged at Suga’s sleeve. His big eyes looked up with hope.

“When you come again, play-play with Googi?”

Suga’s face softened instantly. He bent down to meet the child’s gaze, a rare smile spreading across his lips.

“I will play-play with you next time. But you have to promise me you’ll listen to your ma-ma, okay?”

“I will,” Junggook answered with a serious nod.

Suga hugged him gently, then stood to leave. He gave Taehyung one last look, a silent reassurance passing between them, before saying his goodbye and stepping out of the apartment.

That evening, Taehyung ate dinner quietly with his son. Later, he tucked the little boy into bed, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. Junggook drifted off almost instantly, his tiny breaths even and peaceful.

But Taehyung could not sleep. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching his child’s serene face, and the thoughts came back to haunt him.

When if he came back to Korea and I tell him that junggook is his baby... is he believed me? Or would he still choose to believe her lies over me, once again?

On the other side of the city, Jungkook had finally returned to Korea—but not alone. At his side was the very girl who had once woven the lies that tore him and Taehyung apart.

Taehyung had loved Jungkook since their college days. He had been his first love, the kind of love that burned bright and innocent. Back then, Taehyung had gone out of his way to do little things—helping Jungkook with assignments, bringing him snacks, waiting outside his classes. All he wanted was Jungkook’s smile.

But Jungkook misunderstood. He thought Taehyung treated every alpha that way, that he was simply desperate for attention. Taehyung never knew Jungkook believed this.

Then came graduation day. Heart pounding, Taehyung gathered all his courage and stood before him.

“Jungkook,” he said, voice shaking, “I’ve liked you for so long. I love you. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Jungkook agreed. But his “yes” came for the wrong reason. That girl had whispered poison into his ear. “He only wants a one-night stand from you. That’s all.”

“If that’s what he wants,” Jungkook had replied coldly, “then it’s not a problem.”

Smiling shyly, Taehyung had no idea of Jungkook’s intention.

Day by day, they spent time together, and slowly Jungkook realized the truth—Taehyung wasn’t that kind of person. His feelings were genuine. Warmth bloomed in Jungkook’s chest, and he found himself falling for Taehyung for real. One evening, he even confessed it to the same girl.

“He’s not like you said. He really loves me.”

Jealousy sparked like fire in her eyes. “Then Taehyung will pay for this one day,” she hissed under her breath.

Their love grew stronger, and a few days later, When Jungkook finally confessed his feelings, Taehyung felt as though the whole world lit up. The boy he had loved in secret for years was now standing before him, holding his hand, his dark eyes soft with sincerity.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said quietly, his voice thick with emotion, “I was wrong before. I see it now… you’ve always been serious about me. I love you. Will you be mine?”

Taehyung’s breath caught. For a heartbeat he couldn’t even speak, his chest overflowing with warmth and relief. Then he nodded, smiling through his tears. “Yes, Jungkook. I’ve always been yours.”

That night, they shared their first kiss, hesitant at first but quickly deepening with all the feelings they had been holding back for so long. One kiss turned into another, and then another, until they were tangled together, laughing, whispering, and loving each other with all the innocence of youth and the fire of true passion. They spent the night wrapped in one another, hearts beating as one, making promises neither thought could ever be broken.

Days later, Taehyung discovered the truth he had been waiting for—he was pregnant. His hands trembled when he held the test, his heart racing. This was their child, a symbol of their love. He couldn’t wait to tell Jungkook. He imagined Jungkook’s smile, the way his arms would wrap around him, the tears of joy that would fill his eyes.

But before he could share the news, an invitation arrived. The girl who had always hovered near Jungkook had invited them both to her house for a party. Taehyung thought nothing of it—he only planned to stay by Jungkook’s side, maybe even whisper his secret to him under the stars.

He didn’t know that night would change everything.

She invited, Taehyung Best friend Suga and their other friends too. The house was filled with laughter, music, and drinks. But beneath her perfect smile, she was already setting her trap. She spiked Taehyung’s drink—and Suga’s too.

Soon, both of them felt dizzy, their vision blurred, their bodies heavy. She dragged them into a bedroom, laying them together on a bed. Then she set the scene: scattering empty condom wrappers, marking Taehyung’s neck with a false hickey, arranging everything so it looked like a betrayal.

When Jungkook stumbled upon the room and saw them lying side by side, his heart shattered.

“What the hell is this?” His voice shook with rage.

Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open, confused and weak. Beside him, Suga groaned awake as well.

“Jungkook—” Taehyung tried to sit up. “It’s not what you think. Please, listen—”

But Jungkook’s gaze was locked on the scene—the bed, the wrappers, the mark on Taehyung’s skin. It was all the proof he needed. The girl stood at the door, covering her mouth as though shocked, but her eyes glittered with victory.

Suga pushed himself up, trying to explain. “Jungkook, this isn’t real. We didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Jungkook roared. His heart felt as though it was being ripped apart, the trust he had just begun to rebuild crumbling into ashes.

What he didn’t know—what none of them knew—was that Taehyung was already carrying his child. By some miracle, the drugged drink hadn’t harmed the baby. But at that moment, all Jungkook could see was betrayal, all he could hear were the lies whispered by the girl at his side.

And he believed them.

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