The air in the opulent restaurant crackled with the clink of crystal glasses and the hum of high-profile guests. Y/N adjusted her blazer, her pulse hammering as she faced Suga, the basketball star whose chiseled jawline and piercing gaze unraveled her composure. Her notebook lay open, her pen trembling as she asked meticulously prepared questions, her dream promotion at Seoul Times riding on this interview.
Suga lounged back, his calm, mature aura a stark contrast to the explosive athlete she’d seen on the court. His dark eyes pinned her with an intensity that made her heart stutter. The interview flowed effortlessly—too effortlessly—until Suga’s lips curled into a calculated, almost predatory smile.
“You’re desperate for that promotion, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet blade slicing through the noise.
Y/N’s cheeks burned, her sweet, clumsy nature betraying her. “I—I just want to do my job well,” she stammered, clutching her pen like a lifeline.
Suga leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze unrelenting. “I have a proposition, Y/N. Be my girlfriend. Fake, of course. I need someone to make my ex jealous, and you… you’re perfect.”
Y/N’s breath hitched, her pen slipping to the floor. “What? No way! I’m here for an interview, not to play pretend with a celebrity!”
Suga’s expression didn’t waver. He laid bare his pain—his ex girlfriend, had shattered his heart after a brutal breakup, swiftly latching onto another player, J-Hope. The jealousy and betrayal gnawed at him, a raw wound he needed to cauterize. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, voice smooth as sin. “I’ll talk to your boss. Tell him you’re exceptional. He’ll give you that promotion.”
Y/N’s world tilted. The promotion she’d clawed for over years, the one that would cement her future, dangled before her. Her mind screamed that this was reckless, unethical. But her heart, pounding with ambition, whispered just this once. “Fine,” she breathed, voice barely audible. “But this better not destroy me.”
The next day, Suga’s manager, Kim Namjoon, arrived with a contract. One year of fake dating, public appearances on command, no arguing, and hugs permitted when Minyang was near. Y/N’s hand shook as she signed, her ambition drowning her doubts. Suga kept his word, meeting her boss and praising her brilliance. Within days, Y/N was promoted to senior journalist, her colleagues’ whispers of awe mingling with her boss’s proud grin.
The fake dating began seamlessly. Y/N played her role with fierce determination, her sweet smile and clumsy charm crafting the perfect “girlfriend” for Suga’s public image. They attended galas, posed for photos, and laughed at charity events. But there were moments—heart-stopping, dangerous moments—that felt too real. Like when their hands brushed reaching for the same glass at a cocktail party, their fingers lingering, a spark igniting in Y/N’s chest that left her breathless. Or when she tripped at a team event, Suga’s strong arms catching her, their bodies pressed so close she could feel his heartbeat. His eyes softened for a fleeting second before he pulled away, muttering, “Careful,” his voice gruff, leaving her aching and confused.
These moments stacked like kindling, threatening to set Y/N’s heart ablaze. She was falling—hard—for his quiet strength, the way he bore his orphaned childhood and grandmother’s loss with stoic grace, the rare, boyish smiles he let slip when she teased his awful coffee obsession. But Suga remained a fortress, his heart locked in the ruins of Minyang’s betrayal. To him, Y/N was a tool for revenge. Or so he convinced himself.
The basketball championship was a crucible, Suga’s team pitted against J-Hope’s in a high-stakes clash. Y/N sat in the stands, cheering with a fervor that felt less like acting and more like devotion. Minyang was there too but unware about
y/n, draped over J-Hope, her laughter a calculated blade aimed at Suga. Y/N’s didn’t see Minyang as she gripped her handmade sign with Suga’s name, pouring her heart into her role.
Suga’s team triumphed, the crowd roaring. At the league’s post-match dinner, Y/N sat beside Suga, their thighs brushing under the table, sending a shiver up her spine. J-Hope, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a smirk. “Who’s this, Suga? Your new fling?”
Suga’s jaw clenched, his voice cutting like ice. “She’s my girlfriend.” The declaration rang out, silencing nearby chatter. Y/N forced a smile, her pulse racing, but J-Hope’s eyes glinted. “Prove it. Kiss her.”
Y/N’s blood turned to ice. Kissing wasn’t in the contract. Suga’s fists tightened, his hesitation a palpable weight. Then he saw Minyang gliding back from the restroom, her smug gaze locking onto him. Jealousy roared through him, a wildfire of pain and rage. Without warning, he cupped Y/N’s face and kissed her.
The world dissolved. His lips were fierce, desperate, searing into her soul. Y/N’s mind blanked, her body frozen in the storm of his emotions. She didn’t kiss back, too stunned, but she couldn’t pull away, trapped in the raw need of his touch. When he broke away, both gasping, Minyang stormed over, her heels stabbing the floor like daggers.
“What the hell is this, Suga?” Her voice was a venomous hiss, trembling with fury. “You’re kissing her now? In front of everyone? Are you trying to tear me apart?”
Suga leaned back, his voice a low, jagged blade. “Tear you apart? Minyang, you ripped my heart out when you left me for J-Hope. You don’t get to play the victim anymore.”
Minyang scoffed, stepping closer, her eyes wild. “Don’t act like you’re over me, Suga. You’re parading this random girl to hurt me. I know you’re still bleeding for me. This is pathetic.”
Suga stood, towering over her, his eyes blazing with suppressed rage. “Pathetic? You’re the one hanging onto J-Hope like a cheap trophy, flaunting him to twist the knife. I’m done with your poison.”
Minyang’s gaze flicked to Y/N, then froze, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “Wait… Y/N? My sister? You’re with my little sister? Are you trying to destroy me?”
Suga’s breath caught, his voice cracking with shock. “Your… sister? You never told me you had a sister!”
Minyang’s laugh was bitter, slicing through the air. “Oh, this is perfect. You didn’t know? And you, Y/N, what’s your excuse? Betraying your own blood for a promotion? You’re a disgrace.”
Suga stepped between them, his voice a low growl. “Back off, Minyang. Don’t drag her into your chaos. This was my idea, not hers. You don’t get to rewrite this to suit your lies.”
Minyang’s eyes flashed, her voice rising to a shriek. “Your idea? So you’re using my sister to stab me in the heart? You’re both disgusting, playing this fake little love game!”
Suga’s fists clenched, his voice a cold, final blow. “The only one playing games is you. I’m done letting you haunt me. Get out of my sight before I lose it.”
J-Hope, sensing the escalation, smirked and shoved Suga, igniting a brawl. Fists flew, glasses shattered, and Y/N screamed, yanking Suga back as Minyang dragged J-Hope away. Outside, under the cold night sky, Y/N spun on Suga, her voice raw with anguish. “You kissed me! That wasn’t in the deal! And now—my sister? Your ex is my sister? You’ve ruined everything!”
Suga’s eyes burned, his voice cracking with equal pain. “You think I planned this? I didn’t know she was your sister! I’m drowning in this mess too, Y/N! I didn’t ask for any of it!”
Their shouts tore through the night, raw and jagged, each word a wound. Y/N hurled her scarf at him in a burst of frustration, tears streaming down her face. Suga caught it, clutching it like a lifeline, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, but Y/N was already gone, her sobs echoing in the dark.
Back home, the air was suffocating. Minyang and Y/N’s fight rattled the walls, their parents caught in the crossfire. “You stole him from me!” Minyang screamed, her voice breaking with betrayal.
“I didn’t steal anything!” Y/N sobbed, her heart splintering. “I did this for my career, not for him! You left him first, Minyang!”
Their parents tried to calm the storm, but the sisters were a hurricane of hurt. Y/N, clinging to the contract that had secured her promotion, refused to back down. Minyang, her eyes glinting with venom, swore revenge.
Weeks passed, and Y/N poured herself into her role, but Suga’s coldness was a knife to her heart. Learning she was Minyang’s sister had hardened him, his mistrust painting her as manipulative. Every accidental brush of their hands—once electric—now felt like a burn, his curt words slicing deeper. Y/N’s love for him grew in secret, a painful ache she buried beneath her professional facade.
At a team gala, they danced under a chandelier’s golden glow, the act forcing them close. Suga’s hand gripped her waist, his breath hot against her ear as they swayed. Y/N’s heart raced, her fingers trembling on his shoulder, yearning for the moment to be real. But when the music stopped, he pulled away sharply. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he snapped, his voice a cold blade. Her chest caved, but she forced a smile, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
When the contract ended, Days Y/N days going like normal with unspoken feekings but oneday Y/N’s boss offered a transfer to Japan—a dream opportunity to escape the pain of loving someone who saw her as a shadow of Minyang. She accepted, her heart in shards. At the airport, bags packed, she froze when Suga appeared, his face a mask of raw, desperate emotion. He dropped to his knees, tears streaming, his voice breaking.
“I was wrong,” he choked, hands shaking. “I let my pain blind me. I thought you were like her, but you’re not. You’re everything, Y/N. I love you. Please… don’t leave me.”
Y/N’s heart shattered and mended in the same breath, tears spilling as she watched him unravel. She hesitated, the weight of his betrayal and her love warring inside her. He stood, turning away, his voice a broken whisper. “I deserve this. I broke your heart.”
“Suga!” she cried, her voice a raw plea. She ran to him, throwing her arms around him from behind, sobbing into his jacket. “How can I live without you? I love you, you idiot!”
They turned, crashing into a kiss that was all desperation and salvation, lips trembling, tears mingling. The airport blurred around them, passersby recording the viral moment of the basketball star and his mystery girl, their love laid bare.
Y/N moved to Japan, their love sustained through fervent texts and late-night video calls. But Minyang, consumed by jealousy, plotted her revenge. She hired a Japanese man, a shady freelancer, to frame Y/N. One night, that man broke into Y/N’s apartment, drugged her, and staged compromising photos, unlocked her phone by Y/N’s fingerprint posting them on her Instagram: Passionate night with my love.
In Seoul, Suga saw the post after returning home from practice, his heart imploding. Before he could call Y/N, Minyang appeared at his door, her voice soft with false sympathy. “I saw her post, Suga. You don’t deserve this.”
Suga, drowning in betrayal, drank heavily as Minyang spun lies about Y/N’s selfishness. In his drunken haze, she took suggestive photos, twisting the knife. When Y/N woke, saw the post, and called Suga, Minyang answered, her voice dripping with malice. “He’s in the shower, little sister. He was lonely after your betrayal. I’m keeping him company tonight.”
Y/N’s world collapsed, her sobs choking her as she hung up, believing Suga had betrayed her without seeking her truth.
The next morning, Suga woke to Minyang in his shirt, implying they’d slept together. “ Last night you were wild.. I won’t tell anyone,” she said, feigning guilt. Suga, disgusted with himself, vowed to take responsibility, believing he’d betrayed Y/N in his pain.
Y/N, refusing to surrender, investigated. She checked her building’s CCTV, identified Jihoon, and bribed him into confessing Minyang’s plot. With a recording, she returned to Seoul, only to learn Minyang is pregnant, claiming it is Suga’s child. The news crushed her, her knees buckling as she sobs, deciding to stay silent in her anger and heartbreak.
At a family dinner, Minyang played the innocent victim, her act flawless. But Y/N overheard her on a call with J-Hope, plotting to trap Suga. “Once we’re married, you’ll get his fame,” Minyang whispered. J-Hope’s laugh was cruel. “He’ll be nothing, wiping our kid’s diapers while I steal his spotlight.”
Y/N stayed silent, her heart a battlefield, as she don’t know what to do.. Weeks later, at Minyang and Suga’s engagement ceremony in a grand hall, Y/N couldn’t attend, the pain too raw. Suga, restless and haunted by Y/N’s absence, wandered near the restroom. Through the ajar door, he overheard Minyang and J-Hope.
“Is my baby okay?” J-Hope murmured, nuzzling Minyang’s neck.
Minyang smirked. “Safe inside me. I’m engaged to Yoongi now. Our plan’s perfect.”
J-Hope’s laugh was venomous. “He’ll be a broken man, cleaning up after our kid while I take his fame.”
Minyang patted her belly, her voice cold. “He’ll be a broken household slave trapped with baby, and you’ll be the star.”
Suga’s blood turned to fire. He burst in, his voice a guttural roar. “You liar! You played me!” He slapped Minyang, who crumpled, sobbing. J-Hope lunged, but Suga’s teammates dragged him back. Suga shouts in anger, Tell me every fucking things or else I’ll kill you both i swear!! Minyang, trembling in fear, spilled everything—framing Y/N, with fake Japanese man, and the baby isnt his baby its Jhope’s child, and J-Hope’s plot. Suga’s rage was a volcano. “You’re going to jail,” he snarled, calling the police.
Minyang’s parents, horrified, disowned her. “You betrayed your sister,” they said, turning away as the police cuffed her and J-Hope.
Suga sped to Y/N’s apartment, finding her packing for Japan, her eyes red from crying. He crashed into her, hugging her so tightly she gasped, his sobs shaking them both. “I know everything,” he choked, tears soaking her hair. “You’re innocent. I was a fool. I’m so sorry.”
Y/N’s voice broke, her hands clutching his shirt. “I knew, but I was terrified you’d never believe me. I had no proof, and you were so angry…” She pulled back, tears streaming. “I thought I’d lost you forever.”
Suga cupped her face, his thumbs wiping her tears. “Never again,” he vowed, his voice raw. “I’ll spend my life making this right.” Their kiss was a collision of pain and promise, sealing their fractured hearts.
Days later, Suga and Y/N married in a tear-soaked ceremony, their vows a lifeline woven from their shared scars. That night, in their luxurious Seoul apartment, the city skyline glittering through floor-to-ceiling windows, they stood in the dimly lit bedroom, the air heavy with anticipation. The soft glow of candles flickered, casting shadows that danced across their faces, mirroring the emotions swirling between them. Suga took her hand, his touch gentle yet trembling with need, his eyes searching hers. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I almost lost you. I’ll never let that happen again.” His thumb brushed over her knuckles, grounding them both in the moment. Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I’m here,” she murmured, her voice a soft tremor. “I’m yours.” Her eyes shimmered with tears, not of pain but of overwhelming love, the weight of their journey making this moment sacred. He pulled her close, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and searing, a promise of forever. His hands slid to her waist, lifting her gently as he carried her to the bed, the silk sheets cool against their heated skin. He laid her down, his gaze never leaving hers, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from her face with reverence. “You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of his love. Y/N’s hands roamed his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. She tugged at his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He helped her, shrugging off the fabric, his muscles taut under her touch. Her dress slipped away, pooling on the floor, leaving her bare to his gaze. His breath caught, his eyes darkening with desire and awe. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
Their bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the heat between them igniting. Suga’s hands explored her curves with a tenderness that bordered on worship, his lips trailing kisses along her neck, her collarbone, each touch a vow to cherish her. Y/N arched into him, her gasps mingling with his whispered “I love you”s, their connection a fire that burned away the pain of their past. He moved with her, slow and deliberate, their rhythm a dance of trust and passion, each thrust a reaffirmation of their bond. Her nails dug into his back, her breaths becoming soft moans as they climbed together, their bodies and hearts entwined. As they reached their peak, Y/N’s cry was a release of everything—pain, love, forgiveness—her body trembling beneath him. Suga followed, his groan muffled against her skin, his arms tightening around her as they collapsed, breathless and sated. They lay tangled in each other, the candlelight flickering over their sweat-dampened skin, their breaths syncing as one. “Forever Mine,” he whispered, kissing her forehead, his voice a sacred promise.
“Yes Forever,” Y/N echoed, her fingers tracing his cheek, their love a beacon in the dark
