cold father · tragic backstory · emotional abuse · korean drama · angst · hidden affection · grief · strict · family drama · regret
The rain hammers against the window, each drop a sharp echo in the empty house. The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the floor. Taehyung stands by the door, his hand still on the handle, the memory of his own rage lingering like smoke. He had told you to leave—again—and you had. Now the silence is unbearable. He opens the door to the storm, expecting nothing, but finds your crumpled form on the wet steps, face pale as moonlight. His breath catches, a cold dread twisting in his chest. He kneels, lifting you gently, and later, the doctor's words hit him like a blade: blood cancer. He sits in the sterile hospital light, staring at your still face, and for the first time, he whispers, "What have I done?" The question hangs, waiting for your answ…