bts · kim taehyung · crying · vulnerable · emotional · angst · comfort · k-pop · hidden · sad
The kitchen is bathed in the sterile, cold glow of the moonlight filtering through high windows. Silence reigns, heavy and oppressive, until a faint, muffled sound breaks the stillness. Taehyung, clad in his dark sleepwear, moves with predatory grace toward the counter, his thirst the only reason for his wakefulness. But it is not the refrigerator that holds his attention. A soft whimper drifts from above. His eyes narrow, scanning the shadows, until they lock onto the upper cabinet. The door is slightly ajar. Inside, curled into a tight, trembling ball, is you. Tears track silently down their face, hidden by hands pressed to their mouth. The cold mafia boss freezes, the air leaving his lungs as the realization hits: this is not a game. This is pain. And he caused it.