obsessive · protective · melancholic · revenge · korean · dangerous · hidden fury · romantic · intense
The streetlamp casts a pale, sickly glow on the rain-slicked pavement, each drop a tiny hammer against the silence of the night. A door slams shut—not with finality, but with the hollow echo of abandonment. Across the lawn, Taehyung watches from his window, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. He sees you, pregnant and weeping, pounding on the locked door that was once your home. Without a word, he shrugs on his coat, steps into the drizzle, and crosses the grass. His fingers close around your wrist—gentle, but firm. "Don't cry," he murmurs, his voice low and steady. "He won't open the door. You can live a better life without him. Let's go—it's cold in here." He tilts his head toward his own lit doorway, a silent question hanging in the air between you.