He didn't believe in miracles and an understandable confusion that caused his eyebrows to furrow confirmed that. Some different emotions happened to reflect in his eyes. Pain overpowered the confusion. His lips parted when he tried to gasp for air and breathe out the words: "My Min..."

"Dada, why you sad? Look, eomma came back to meet us, from the heavens." My eyes darted down at Taehee's small figure while she tried to cheer her dad by joyfully pointing her finger at me.

I pointed at myself too while whispering "Me..?" His eyes again found their way to mine and damn, I saw a beauty giving Greek gods a tough competition. Too many handsome guys for the day. I cleared my throat to snap out of my lewd thoughts. "Please have a seat, sir. Um...I am Ki—" I mentally smacked my head for not being able to get over the fact that I wasn't Mrs Kim anymore. "—Choi Y/N, not Minhee. You must be mistaken."

"I know." He said with a sigh, nodding as if he genuinely wished he wasn't mistaken.

Half an hour ago...

Taehyung's PoV

Busan, a name that only brings happy memories but sadly, the case was different when it came to me. I had the most bitter memory associated with my visit to Busan.

I lost her in the beauty of this town. I lost Minhee here.

It is spring in Busan but it feels as if my soul thinks it is autumn.

The car halted when the signal turned red. When I wanted to run away from everything as fast as I could, even the signals stopped favouring me.

Sighing with sympathy for myself, I pressed my head against the seat in attempts to sink in and disappear like her.

"Dada, when will we meet eomma again?" I turned my head to look at our daughter who unintentionally made me rethink my past decision.

It was hard for me to tell her the truth. Maybe she won't be able to get it or even if she did then forgiving wouldn't be easy so I lied. "We'll meet her soon."

A hand reached out to pat me on the back in a consoling way. The only one with whom I could share my sufferings but deep down, a part of him blamed me too. I could tell him how guilty I was.

Jungkook.

"T-Taehyung." His tone of voice dropped in what I thought was sympathy but I was wrong. He pointed towards the transparent glass in front of us.

I glared out to see people passing by but only one of them was worth my attention. "M-Minhee." A smile quickly surfaced my face as I kept on watching her until she crossed the road. But she's dead.

Thinking it was just a trick played by my eyes, I let the thought slip out but Jungkook also saw her. "Taehyung, you saw t-that?"

"Was she... my Minhee?" The words slipped out of my mouth unconsciously as I traced the path she walked on with my eyes.

"Minhee is dead, Tae." He kept his hand on my shoulder and reality snapped in again. "Sh-she...she was a look-alike."

"What? How's that even possible?" I asked with my eyebrows knitting together as confusion consumed me.

"It's like—Hey! We don't have time to talk about it! Let's get to her." He swiftly took his seatbelt off. "Taehyung!? What are you waiting for?" He shook me to get me going.

"Jungkook, leave it," I whispered ever so lowly, my brain already telling me that we would only make fool of ourselves if we followed her.

"What? Why?" He paused for a second to give me that 'are you serious?' look.

"What if...what if she isn't her?" I tried to fight the voices inside my head that just wanted to follow her no matter what.

"It's of course not Minhee, Tae. It's a look-alike." The low hiss at the end indicated that he was starting to get annoyed. "Do you really think no one will question where did Minhee disappear to? Just let me go and talk to her. I'll be back... hopefully with her." He shot a quick smile at me.

15 minutes later...

Jungkook emerged from the bright daylights while limping. He was in pain, not the type of pain I was suffering from but the physical pain. He wasn't accompanied by the look-alike either. "What happened, Jungkook? You okay?"

"Nothing really." The words leaving his mouth broke my heart. Maybe she said no. "Well, I have two news. First, she looks just like Minhee. Second, we gotta stalk her."

"What do you mean?" He started the engine and soon the car was in motion without answering my question.

"Taehee, please don't pick your father's traits." His eyes were glued to the road but I noticed him rolling them.

Jungkook overheard her talking to someone saying that she'll meet them at some café named Magic Shop.

We pulled into the driveway of the cute white and blue themed café. "You can go, talk to her and I'll keep an eye on you so that you don't run away." He attempted to joke but I answered with a slight nod.

"There she is." Jungkook pointed towards the woman who had hair that didn't need to be dyed...they looked beautiful as they were, cheeks that didn't need to be covered with layers of makeup to make her look beautiful, she looked beautiful as she was. She looked like My Min.

Uncertainty at its peak and my brain didn't know what to do next. To bring me back to earth, Taehee left my hand and ran to the lady to kill her solitude.

On running behind Taehee, I had a closer look of her. Tears threatened to stain my cheeks as I unknowingly chanted "My Min."

Y/N's PoV

He blinked several times, trying hard to control his tears. "You can cry," I said making the situation awkward all of a sudden. "I mean sometimes letting your emotions flow out makes you feel a lot better."

A lone tear made it's way down to his jawline, finally detaching itself from his skin after my motivational speech. "Y/N, I need your help."

Help !? That too from me ?! Well, you have chosen a wrong person...VERY WRONG PERSON...dude I am helpless myself.

"H-help? How can I help y-you?" I asked, sounding like customer care agents.

"You can help me. In fact, you're the only one who can help me right now. You're my only hope." He lowly let out but I still managed to hear him under the soothingly silent atmosphere.

Oh I am your hope. I am your angel. I am Y/N-hope.

"It's hard to believe it. I know that but..." He took a breath as deep as his voice before continuing, "You look like my wife, Minhee. She was suffering from a severe illness. It was a battle she ended up l-losing." His voice cracked when he told me about her sad fate.

My mind flew over to the thought of parting with Seokjin and the depression that followed.

''I loved her from the depth of my heart. This is our daughter Taehee." he pointed towards the little girl busy playing with her stuffy bear. "I am a producer. Ever heard bout Purple Productions ?"

I nodded in response even when I knew nothing about that.

"I know it won't be easy for you but... Can you pretend to be my wife? Look, I am ready to pay you as much as you want so yeah... don't worry about your pay." He tried to lure me in with money.

Sad how it was the perfect move.

I inhaled a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "So basically you want me to be your paid wife for my entire life." I marked making things a bit clearer.

He heaved a sigh while fiddling with his fingers nervously. "Well, until my fame lasts." Okay, I wasn't expecting that, boy.

"It... sounds ridiculous to me. I'm not talking about your wife's death but about us looking alike." I thought over a hundred time before asking that. It could hurt him and that was the last thing I wanted to do to him.

He took his phone out and started scrolling lower. "I think these pics would be more than enough to make you believe this." He placed the phone on the table.

Taehee approached me to help me out. "This is dada, this is me and this is you, eomma." She said pointing at the three figures present on the mobile screen. "Sadly, a person named God took you with him to heaven... but he sent you back." She clapped her hands like a seal.

"What do you think?" He asked while I slid the phone back on the table.

"I'll ask for some time." All this seems like a dream. Just like dreams, it felt so illogical.

"Alright then... Take your time and do contact me." He searched in the depths of his pants' pockets for his well-designed business card. "Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kim Taehyung, 26 years old."

"And as I call him dada you too can call him dad—" He placed his big hand on Taehee's small mouth almost covering her whole face.

"And it's a secret shared by the three of us." He said pointing towards a man standing a little far from us, lost in the beauty of Busan. "He's Jungkook." Taehyung introduced him and through some telepathic connections, he turned to look at us while sliding his mask down.

I think I have seen him.

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A/N:- hey readers!!
Taehyung and Y/N finally met in the Magic Shop :))) Stay healthy and happy!