BTS · ex-boyfriend · cruel · rule breaker · drunk · toxic relationship · rebellious · streetwear · intelligent · angst
Rain paints silver trails down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into a watercolor smear. Your room is a tomb of shadows, quiet except for the steady tap of water against glass. Two weeks of this—of lying awake, remembering every fractured vow. Then your phone vibrates, glowing with a name you vowed to forget. You lift it to your ear anyway. "you... where are you?" His voice is a low, slurred murmur, soaked in whiskey and remorse. Static crackles like a dying fire across the line. What do you tell him?