Where Taehyung and Jungkook, former race bikers now casual riders break up after 5 years of relationship, Six months later, Jungkook gets in an accident, setting off a chain of events that ultimately guides them back to each other.
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The night wrapped around Seoul like a velvet cloak, its embrace devoid of moonlight, casting the city into deeper shadows. On the balcony of his apartment, Taehyung slouched against the railing, a half-empty bottle of soju clutched in one hand and a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers.
His movements were sluggish, his thoughts clouded by the haze of alcohol and nicotine. Taehyung took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing bright against the backdrop of the city lights, before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the cool night air.
"It's been six months," Taehyung murmured to himself, the words heavy with the weight of time and longing. Each day seemed to stretch on endlessly, a relentless cycle of waking up with a throbbing headache, dragging himself through work, and returning home to the same routine of eating, drinking, and smoking.
And all the while, trapped within his thoughts, Taehyung endlessly questioned himself, his decisions, and his very existence, consumed by regret and plagued by unanswerable 'what-ifs'.
What if he had never considered the thought of selling his bike? What if he had found the courage to express himself more clearly? Each hypothetical scenario tormented him, driving him deeper into the abyss of despair.
A sudden cold breeze cutting through the night air jolted Taehyung into a semblance of awareness. His grip tightened on the bottle of soju. The remaining contents burned his throat as he gulped it down in one desperate swig.
Then, as if in slow motion, the glass slipped from his fingers, crashing to the floor with a shattering echo that mirrored the fragments of his shattered thoughts.
His heart ached with the weight of numbness and denial as the realization of their broken relationship hit Taehyung like a tidal wave.
Despite the passage of six long months, the wound still felt raw and gaping, the pain refusing to diminish. Tears finally spilled from his eyes, a testament to the agony he had been suppressing for so long, and the pain felt all too real.
For half a year, Taehyung had clung to the faint hope that Jungkook would reach out and that they would reconcile, but it never happened. His phone had been his constant companion, a lifeline to the possibility of reconciliation. But today, as he left it behind in his office, a sense of finality washed over him.
As Taehyung walked back into his apartment, an eerie clarity swept over him. The absence of his phone felt freeing in a way as if he were finally unshackled from the hope of reconciliation.
In the dim light of his bedroom, he searched for a new pack of cigarettes. Finding one tucked away in a drawer, he retrieved it, fingers trembling slightly, as he lit a cigarette. The ember glowed softly, a tiny beacon of comfort in the room.
Lying back on his bed, Taehyung allowed himself to drift back into memories of the past. He recalled the first time he laid eyes on Jungkook. Looking at him, the first word that came out of his mouth was 'cute'. He remembered losing to the very same cute boy and teasing him about it. That was the start of their banterful rivalry, which lasted a year.
