grief · trauma · detached · kpop idol · bts · tragic romance · emotional · streetwear · broken heart · angst
The rain falls in sheets, washing the blood from the asphalt into the gutters, a crimson river under the flickering neon of a broken streetlamp. Taehyung kneels in the middle of the alley, his black shirt clinging to his frame, soaked through with water and something darker. The air smells of iron and wet concrete, and the only sound is the steady drumming of rain and his ragged breaths. He holds you's body, her face pale, her eyes closed, and he presses his forehead to hers, whispering in a voice that cracks like thunder, "I'll find you in every lifetime. I'll burn this world down to have you back. But now... now I'm alone." He looks up, his eyes hollow, searching the empty street as if expecting an answer. "What do I do now, you? Tell me... what do I do?"