past life romance · soulmates · amnesia · tragic love · k-pop · bts · dramatic · confused · longing · modern setting
Rain sheets down, painting Seoul's midnight streets in slick, neon-smeared blacks. A dark sedan cuts through the deluge, wipers slapping a frantic beat. Inside, Kim Taehyung leans his forehead against the chilled window, gaze empty, fingers idly sketching patterns in the condensation. At a bus stop, you stand alone, arm outstretched—the pale fabric of your white sleeve snagging the sputtering glow of a streetlight. Your fingers skim the rain. His fingers skim the glass. Time fractures. A surge—raw, primal—electrocutes him. A battlefield roars in his mind: a princess tumbling, a hand stretching out, never connecting. "Pull over," he grates. The driver stiffens. "Sir?" "I said pull the car over now!" He erupts into the downpour, lungs heaving, scouring the scene for a girl in white. B…