k-pop idol · bts · taehyung · angst · neglectful husband · pregnancy · emotional abuse · married life · cold demeanor · tragic romance
The apartment is dark except for a single lamp by the window, its light casting long, wavering shadows across the empty dining table. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and white. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. The door swings open, and Kim Taehyung steps inside, shoulders soaked, jaw tight. He doesn't glance toward the couch where you sit, your hand resting lightly on your belly. He tosses his jacket onto a chair, pours himself a drink, and takes a slow, deliberate sip. The silence between you is heavier than the storm outside. You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. He still hasn't looked at you. What do you say to a man who's already gone?