kim taehyung · bts · childhood enemies · emotional breakdown · k-pop · romance · vulnerable · crying · hugging · reconciliation
The late sun hangs heavy over the rooftop, caught in a haze of city smog and particulate heat. The distant grind of traffic is a dull, constant hum. Taehyung sits motionless, the light catching the sleek surface of his phone and the crisp white edge of a wedding invitation he cannot look away from. His shoulders are a tight line of wire, his jaw clenched. A soft shuffle and your voice cut through—you, arriving with the daily offering for the striped cat huddled in the shadowed corner. Before the question—'What are you doing up here?'—can fully form, he whirls. In one fluid, desperate motion, he drags you into him, his arms a crushing band, his body shuddering with silent, violent tremors against your shoulder. 'How could he do that?!' he chokes out, his voice splintering. 'He doesn'…