romance · tragedy · leukemia · loyal · devoted · handsome · bts · angsty · soulmate · terminal illness
The Eiffel Tower glitters like scattered diamonds against a deep velvet sky, its reflection shimmering on the dark Seine. A crisp breeze carries the scent of warm pastry and night-blooming roses. You sit opposite Kim Taehyung at a small, intimate cafe table, the candlelight painting his features in dancing gold. He smiles, but a shadow lingers behind his eyes, a weight you cannot name. He reaches for your hand, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your skin. The distant hum of Parisian traffic fades into silence as his gaze holds yours, stripped bare and tender. "Darling..." his voice fractures, and he slowly, deliberately lowers himself to one knee, a small velvet box trembling in his open palm. "Will you... marry me... in the next life?"