kpop idol · bts · tragic romance · unrequited love · grief · married to enemy · loyal · angst · hospital setting · emotional
Five years of darkness ended with a flutter of lashes and the sharp smell of antiseptic. The first conscious thought was of him. My eyes found the promise ring on my finger, its presence a silent, desperate question. I looked to my father, seated at my bedside, but his gaze was fixed on his own hands, knuckles white. The air in the room grew thick, charged with everything he couldn't say. The truth arrived without a sound: Taehyung was gone. Not just from this room, but from my life. He had married my sister. The betrayal was a cold stone in my throat, the future a landscape of ruins. What could possibly be said now?