Under the veil of darkness, as the world around me slumbered, I meticulously plotted my strategy to steal Jasmine away from Taehyung. Alone in the quiet of my room, I poured over every detail, every contingency, ensuring that my plan was foolproof and seamless.

With a sense of urgency and determination, I mapped out the intricacies of my scheme, considering every possible scenario and outcome. Each step was calculated with precision, each maneuver designed to maximize my chances of success.

As I immersed myself in the intricacies of my plan, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension coursed through me. I knew that what I was about to do would have far-reaching consequences, but my desire for Jasmine outweighed any doubts or fears.

With the dawn of a new day on the horizon, I made the final adjustments to my plan, steeling myself for the task ahead. Though the path before me was fraught with uncertainty, I remained steadfast in my resolve, determined to see my scheme through to fruition.

As the night waned and the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, I set my plan into motion, prepared to do whatever it took to make Jasmine mine, even if it meant betraying my closest friend. With unwavering determination and a heart consumed by desire, I embarked on my quest to steal Jasmine away, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Number 1 : make her feel like I am the only one that can help her.

I orchestrated situations where Jasmine would come to rely on me, subtly positioning myself as her confidant and source of support. Whether it was offering a sympathetic ear or providing assistance when she needed it most, I made sure she felt like I was the only one who truly understood her.

Number 2 : make sure she always thinks about me.

Through subtle gestures and thoughtful actions, I ensured that Jasmine's thoughts were constantly drawn to me. From sending her unexpected messages to planning spontaneous outings, I made it impossible for her to forget about me, cultivating a sense of longing and desire that kept her captivated.

Number 3 : Dive in her

I immersed myself in Jasmine's world, taking every opportunity to deepen our connection and foster intimacy between us. Whether it was sharing personal stories or engaging in meaningful conversations, I made sure to create moments of vulnerability and closeness that brought us closer together.

Number 4 : Make her mine

With each passing day, I laid the groundwork for Jasmine to see me as more than just a friend, subtly planting seeds of desire and attraction in her mind. Through flirtatious banter and subtle gestures of affection, I stoked the flames of passion between us, building towards a future where we would be more than just friends.

Number 5 : Marry Jasmine.

As our bond grew stronger and our connection deepened, I began to envision a future where Jasmine was mine and mine alone. With unwavering determination and a heart consumed by love, I set my sights on making her my wife, ready to do whatever it took to ensure that we would spend the rest of our lives together in wedded bliss.

That's my plans.

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The air was filled with anticipation and joy as I stood among the guests, witnessing the union of Taehyung and Jasmine. The venue, adorned with delicate flowers and soft candlelight, exuded an aura of romance and celebration. As the ceremony began, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of bittersweetness knowing that the woman I secretly longed for was about to pledge her love to another.

Jasmine glided down the aisle, a vision of elegance and grace in her flowing gown. Taehyung's eyes sparkled with adoration as he watched her approach, his smile radiating pure happiness. Despite my inner turmoil, I couldn't deny the beauty of their love, a love that had blossomed against all odds.

As they exchanged vows, promising to cherish and support each other through life's trials and triumphs, I couldn't help but reflect on my own solitude. It was a stark reminder of the emptiness that lingered within me, a longing for a connection that seemed forever out of reach.

Yet, amidst the swirl of emotions, I found solace in the knowledge that I had played a part in their journey to happiness. As Taehyung and Jasmine sealed their love with a kiss, surrounded by their loved ones, I silently wished them a lifetime of joy and fulfillment. And though my own heart may ache with unfulfilled desires, I took comfort in the hope that true love would find its way to me someday.

As the wedding festivities continued, a fierce determination welled up within me. Despite the joy and celebration surrounding us, my mind remained fixated on one singular goal: to claim Jasmine as my own, no matter the cost.

With each passing moment, my resolve grew stronger. I couldn't afford to let distractions sway me from my mission. I had spent too long plotting and planning, and now was the time to set my schemes into motion.

As I watched Taehyung and Jasmine bask in their happiness, a fire burned within me. I knew that I was meant to be the one standing by her side, that she belonged with me. And I was willing to do whatever it took to make that a reality.

With a steely determination, I vowed to outmaneuver any obstacles that stood in my way. No matter what challenges lay ahead, I would stop at nothing to ensure that Jasmine became mine.

And so, with a singular focus and unwavering determination, I set my sights on my ultimate prize: stealing Taehyung's bride and claiming her as my own.

As Taehyung waved his hand to me, I reciprocated with a wave and a forced smile. He and Jasmine approached me, radiating happiness. "Congratulations," I said, masking my true feelings behind a facade of well-wishes.

"Thanks, my bro," he replied warmly. "Next, it'll be your turn. When will you introduce me to your girlfriend?"

I let out a fake laugh, not knowing that his wife would soon be my wife. "I don't know, man. I just haven't found the right one yet," I replied, even though the right one was right in front of me.

I couldn't help but gaze at Jasmine from head to toe. She looked incredibly beautiful, her simple makeup complementing her well. I just noticed she had a mole under her eye.

She noticed my gaze and started to look uncomfortable. Realizing this, I approached her cautiously. "Jasmine, just so you know, Taehyung can be very clingy," I said, trying to act like nothing happened.

Taehyung looked annoyed with me, but in a playful way. "How dare you!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of jest. Jasmine smiled and glanced at Taehyung. "I love clingy guys," she remarked, playfully teasing him.

"I wonder what would happen if she knew my true feelings," I mused silently, my heart filled with anticipation and longing.

"So, when will you be back in New York?" I inquired, trying to maintain an air of casual interest.

"Ah, just two more days," I acknowledged, trying to hide my eagerness.

Taehyung's tender gesture towards Jasmine's head, coupled with his sad expression, tugged at my heartstrings. "My baby going to be alone," he murmured softly, his voice laced with concern. Jasmine smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a mixture of love and understanding. "It's just for a short while, darling," she reassured him, reaching out to caress his cheek affectionately. Their intimate moment left me feeling like an intruder, but I couldn't tear my gaze away.

"Mr. Jungkook," he suddenly became serious.

"What?"

"Since you live next door, please keep an eye on Jasmine for me," Taehyung requested, his tone filled with concern. "Make sure she takes care of herself." I nodded in agreement, my heart heavy with the weight of my hidden intentions. "Of course, my friend," I assured him, my words masking the deeper desire I harbored for Jasmine.

"I trust you, Jungkook," Taehyung said, his voice tinged with gratitude and trust. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest, knowing the betrayal I was committing, but I also recognized my own humanity, flawed and susceptible to desire and temptation. "Thank you, Taehyung," I replied, the weight of my deceit heavy on my conscience.

As Taehyung and Jasmine leave me alone, they begin taking pictures together, looking genuinely happy. I sip my wine slowly, observing them. Though, truth be told, my attention is solely on my mysterious lady, Jasmine.

"Poor you, Jasmine. Both of you just got married, but your husband is already leaving you," I commented sympathetically.

"But I'll be by your side, Jasmine," I added, my words laced with hidden intentions.

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Back to my routine, my fingers tapped furiously on the keyboard. I altered the storyline, delving into my obsession with the mysterious lady next door. To heighten the drama and thrill, I introduced a plot twist where I orchestrated the murder of Taehyung.

Of course, in reality, I have no intention of harming Taehyung. He's my best friend, despite my betrayal. Our bond runs deep, and I couldn't bring myself to harm him, no matter the circumstances.

As I glanced out of my window, my heart sank at the sight before me. There was Jasmine, tears glistening in the soft light, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. And there was Taehyung, his comforting presence by her side, offering solace and support in her time of need. Despite the distance separating us, I could feel the weight of her sorrow, a pang of empathy tugging at my own emotions. Helpless yet compelled to watch, I observed the tender exchange between them, a silent witness to their shared moments of vulnerability and strength.

As I returned to my work, a heavy weight settled in my chest, a mixture of guilt and longing. Witnessing Taehyung and Jasmine's tender moment had stirred a tumult of emotions within me. I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, wishing I could be the one to comfort her. Yet, beneath the surface, a sense of unease gnawed at me, knowing that my feelings strayed into forbidden territory.

Despite my best efforts to bury them in the depths of my mind, they clawed their way back to the surface, threatening to consume me. With a sigh, I forced myself to focus on my writing, seeking refuge in the fictional realm where I could control the narrative. But deep down, I knew that the reality outside my window would continue to tug at my heartstrings, reminding me of the tangled web of emotions I found myself entangled in.

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I sat at my desk, fingers poised over the keyboard, trying to muster the motivation to dive into my work. But before I could fully immerse myself in the task at hand, Jessica's voice pierced the air, disrupting the quiet hum of the office. I suppressed a sigh, knowing all too well what was coming next. Jessica always had a way of inserting herself into my business, whether I wanted her to or not.

"I changed the storyline," I stated flatly, hoping to nip any further inquiries in the bud. But Jessica, ever persistent, fixed me with a questioning gaze. "What? But the previous storyline was good. Why change it?" she pressed, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, feeling the familiar irritation bubbling up inside me. Jessica's meddling was the last thing I needed right now. "It's just not working for me anymore," I replied curtly, hoping to end the conversation there. But Jessica wasn't so easily deterred.

"But why?" she persisted, leaning in closer as if searching for clues in my expression. "What's wrong with the old storyline?"

I settled back into my chair, Jessica's concerned gaze fixed on me. Her question echoed in my mind as I pondered how to articulate the motivations behind my decision.

"I know it seems sudden," I began, carefully measuring my words. "But I felt like the previous storyline was missing something crucial, something that would truly captivate the readers." Jessica's brow furrowed with confusion, and I could sense the skepticism in her tone as she pressed for more information.

"What do you mean?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "Well," I continued, gathering my thoughts, "I wanted to delve deeper into the characters' psyche, to explore the darker, more complex aspects of their personalities." Jessica nodded slowly, her expression shifting from skepticism to contemplation.

"I see," she murmured, absorbing my explanation. "But are you sure about this? It's a big change." I met her gaze with unwavering determination.

"I believe it's the right direction for the story," I affirmed. "Trust me, it will take the narrative to new heights." Jessica regarded me thoughtfully for a moment before offering a small nod of acknowledgment. "Okay," she conceded, "I'll trust your judgment on this." With that, we returned to our respective tasks, the weight of my decision lingering in the air as I delved back into the intricacies of the revised storyline.

"Give me a little spoiler,"

Jessica's persistence was wearing on me, but I knew that brushing her off would only prolong the conversation. With a resigned sigh, I relented, deciding it was easier to appease her curiosity than to continue dodging her questions.

"Alright, fine," I conceded, shooting her a weary glance. "It's about a guy who becomes obsessed with his best friend's wife."

Jessica's eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the gears turning in her mind as she processed my revelation. "Wow, that's... intense," she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of fascination and concern.

"Yeah, it's definitely taking the story in a darker direction," I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for betraying my characters' trust by sharing their secrets with someone like Jessica.

"But why the change?" Jessica pressed, her curiosity piqued now more than ever.

I hesitated, grappling with how much to reveal. "I just felt like the previous storyline was too predictable," I hedged, opting for a vague explanation that hopefully wouldn't invite further scrutiny.

But Jessica wasn't satisfied with my evasion. "Is there something personal influencing the change?" she asked, her tone cautious yet probing.

I bit back a sigh, realizing that Jessica wasn't going to let this go without a satisfactory answer. "Maybe," I conceded, choosing my words carefully. "Let's just say I've been feeling inspired by some real-life experiences lately."

Jessica nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. "Well, I can't wait to see where you take the story," she said, offering me an encouraging smile.

"Thanks," I replied, mustering a weak smile of my own. As Jessica returned to her own work, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of delving further into the dark recesses of my imagination. But for better or for worse, the die had been cast, and there was no turning back now.