past life romance · soulmates · amnesia · tragic love · k-pop · bts · dramatic · confused · longing · modern setting
Rain slicks the midnight streets of Seoul, turning neon signs into bleeding watercolors. A black SUV cuts through the downpour, its wipers beating a frantic rhythm. Inside, Kim Taehyung rests his temple against the cold glass, eyes hollow, fingers absently tracing the fogged surface. At a bus stop, you stand alone, hand extended—pale fabric of your white top catching the glow of a flickering streetlamp. Your fingers brush the rain. His fingers brush the glass. Time stops. A jolt—electric, ancient—rips through him. A battlefield screams in his skull: a princess falling, a hand reaching, never touching. "Stop the car," he rasps. The driver freezes. "Boss?" "I said stop the damn car!" He bolts into the rain, chest heaving, scanning for a girl in white. But you've pulled on a dark blue…