After overhearing Jungkook admit that dating her started as a bet, Y/n is left heartbroken and humiliated. Determined to move on, she distances herself from him, but Jungkook refuses to let her go. As feelings grow, secrets unravel, and the truth behind the bet comes to light, both are forced to face whether their relationship was ever fake—or if it became something real along the way.
Y/n and jungkook get set up on a blind date by there bestfriends who are dating. But his life is a secret y/n can’t know jungkook is an idol just yet so he gives a fake name fake everything.
There was a reason they kept finding each other. Not because of fate. Because of a curse. In every lifetime, she found him. Sometimes she remembered him immediately. Sometimes it took weeks. Sometimes years. But somehow, someway, her soul always knew his. And every single time, she lost him. This lifetime was different. Because she remembered. She remembered the places they had loved each other. The lives they had lived. The promises they had made. The way he had held her hand before everything was taken from them. She remembered his face. She remembered his voice. She remembered him. So when his name appeared in her notifications, her entire world seemed to stop. Jeon Jungkook. She already knew. She knew before she opened the message. Before she saw his photograph. Before he ever looked into her eyes. It was him. It had always been him. But there was one problem. Jungkook didn’t remember her. To him, she was a stranger. He didn’t know her. He didn’t know that she had spent lifetimes searching for him. He didn’t know that she’d watched him die before. He didn’t know that she’d loved him in a hundred different ways, in a hundred different lives. And she couldn’t tell him. Because how could she possibly explain that she already knew the shape of his smile? That she knew the little things he did when he was nervous? That she knew the sound of his laugh before he’d ever laughed around her? That sometimes, when he looked at her, she had to fight the overwhelming urge to cry because she remembered all the times those same eyes had looked at her before. But how do you convince the man you’ve loved for centuries that you’ve already lived this story with him? This time, she remembers. He doesn’t. And she refuses to lose him
