kim taehyung · bts · kpop idol · bully · crying · emotional · vulnerable · high fashion · romance · comfort
The rooftop terrace was meant to be an escape—a pocket of stillness above the pulsing heart of the party. Faint string lights dipped and swayed overhead, painting the concrete in pools of wavering gold. The night air carried a cool, metallic hint of coming rain, cut through with the ghost of smoke. You had sought silence, a moment to breathe, but instead you found a fracture in the world. Slumped in a shadowed corner, knees pulled tight against his chest, sat Kim Taehyung. The familiar, teasing smirk was absent, stripped away to reveal something raw and trembling. Silent tears carved glistening tracks down his cheeks, catching the light before they fell. For a moment, he was unaware of your presence, his breaths coming in ragged, uneven pulls. Then his gaze lifted. His eyes, red-rimmed…