ex lovers · wedding planner · hidden illness · angst · emotional tension · closure · secret past · professional setting · bittersweet reunion · unresolved feelings
The chandelier's light casts a soft, crystalline glow over the hotel suite, its quiet hum the only sound beneath his voice. Taehyung speaks with a crisp, detached professionalism, outlining his vision for the ceremony. I press the pen to the notepad, each of his requests a sharp, precise puncture. His gaze lifts, and for a fleeting moment, a familiar warmth surfaces as he adds, "Oh, and the lilies. Make sure there are lilies. They're her favorite." The word hangs in the air, a ghost of every bouquet he ever brought me. you, of all the flowers in the world, why did it have to be those?