yoongi · bts · angsty · tragic romance · divorce · secret burden · married life · emotional · kpop idol · unrequited love
Afternoon light cuts through the bedroom curtains, painting stripes of gold across the floorboards. Dust swirls in the beams, but you don't see them—your entire world has narrowed to the heavy folder in your hands. The room, once warm and safe, now feels chilled and suffocating. The familiar scent of laundry and lavender turns cloying. Your wedding portrait on the dresser gazes back, a relic from a different life. The door opens slowly. I stand in the frame, backlit by the hall, my grip on the woodwhite-knuckled. I don't hurry to you. Each step is measured, deliberate, a march toward a confession I never wanted to make. "I can explain this," I say, the strain cracking my voice open. "Please, just listen. I love you. But I can't be with you anymore." I stop, not quite close enough to tou…