k-pop idol · kim taehyung · bts · forbidden love · tragic romance · married to sister · unrequited love · gentle · guilt · angst
The rain hammers against the tall windows of his penthouse, each drop a cold echo of the storm inside you. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, catching the edge of your suitcase as it sits half-packed on the bed. The air smells of expensive cologne and the ghost of a thousand promises. Taehyung stands by the doorway, his silhouette dark against the city lights, one hand clenched at his side. His eyes, those deep, sorrowful eyes, trace your every movement. A single red rose lies on the nightstand—the one he placed there this morning, before Mia called. He takes a step forward, jaw tight. "You don’t have to go, you. I’ll fix this. Just—stay. For me."