Muse

"love"

Author's pov:
As they stood entwined in each other's embrace, the weight of impending separation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their tender moment. He held her close, his arms a sanctuary of warmth and reassurance amidst the uncertainty that loomed on the horizon.

"I don't wanna leave, but I have to, love," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with regret.

But before he could utter another word, she silenced him with a gentle touch, her fingers pressed against his lips. "You don't need to be sorry," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's important for you to go."

He nodded, his gaze locked with hers in a silent exchange of understanding. "The sooner the work is complete, I will be back," he promised, his words a vow of return.

She nodded in acknowledgment, her heart aching at the prospect of his departure. And as he leaned in to kiss her, she responded with equal fervor, savoring the fleeting intimacy of their final moments together.

But reality beckoned, pulling them apart as she gently pushed him away. "You are going to be late for the flight," she reminded him, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips.

He nodded, a sense of urgency creeping into his movements as he reluctantly released her from his embrace. With one last lingering glance, he turned to leave, his footsteps echoing in the hollow silence that enveloped her in his absence.

As she watched him go, a single tear escaped her eye, trailing down her cheek in silent protest against the cruel twist of fate that threatened to tear them apart. But she quickly brushed it away, determined not to succumb to despair.

Why do I feel so weird in letting him go?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just for a few days, then he will be back."

With a heavy sigh, she gathered her resolve and returned to her room, burying her emotions beneath a facade of composure. Unbeknownst to her, a silent observer stood nearby, his heart heavy with unspoken longing as he watched their parting from afar.

With a heavy heart, he tossed the bouquet into the nearby dustbin, a symbolic gesture of his unrequited love, before turning away and disappearing into the depths of solitude.

yonna's pov:
Lost in my thoughts, I was startled by the ping of a message on my phone. It was Jungkook, reassuring me of his safe arrival and reminding me not to forget my meals and medicine. A smile tugged at my lips as I replied with a simple "miss you," before setting my phone aside.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Tae stepped into the room, a bag in hand. His smile was warm, but there was a hint of something in his eyes that gave me pause.

"When did you come, Tae?" I asked, puzzled by his unexpected visit.
He settled onto the seat beside me, and I couldn't help but notice the faint scent of alcohol lingering around him. Concern crept into my voice as I questioned him, "Tae, are you drunk?"

He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. I watched in confusion as he extended it towards me, a curious expression on my face.

"What's this, Tae?" I inquired, puzzled by his sudden gesture.

With a smile, he explained, "I want to celebrate something with you."

Perplexed, I pressed for clarification. "But for what?"
Tae poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me, his gaze holding a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I know you can't drink because of your medicines, but at least we can toast, right?"