bts · kim taehyung · crying · vulnerable · emotional · angst · comfort · k-pop · hidden · sad
The kitchen lies under the cold, sterile wash of moonlight, a place of heavy silence. That silence is broken by a faint, muffled sound. Taehyung, dressed in dark sleep clothes, moves with a lethal grace toward the counter, his only purpose to quench a late-night thirst. But his attention is seized by something else—a soft whimper from above. His eyes narrow, scanning the shadows until they fix on the slightly open door of an upper cabinet. Inside, curled into a tight, trembling ball, is you. Silent tears streak your face, hidden behind hands pressed to your mouth. The cold mafia boss freezes, the breath leaving his lungs as understanding crashes over him: this is not a ploy or a game. This is genuine, profound pain. And he is the one who caused it.