𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔...
Taehyung finds himself interviewed in the confusing play of universe. After the death of his boyfriend, he tried to suicide.
What he didn't...
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-Keep it with you, until I come back.
29 December, 1980:
The night was an unyielding expanse of inky blackness, wrapped in a winter chill that seeped into the very bones of the earth. The air was crisp, biting, each exhale a puff of silver mist that lingered momentarily before vanishing into the void. Snowflakes, delicate as lace, floated down in a slow, mesmerizing dance, settling silently on the cobblestones that lined the narrow street. The world outside was hushed, blanketed in a serene stillness that only a snowy night could bring. Yet, this tranquility was a cruel contrast to the storm raging within Taehyung.
He sat by the fire, its flames flickering with a gentle warmth that seemed to mock the cold dread coiling in his chest. The room was bathed in a soft, amber glow, the shadows swaying in time with the crackling firewood. On the windowsill, an old, vintage radio-a relic from another time-whispered melodies from decades past, filling the room with a hauntingly nostalgic tune. The music, rich with the memories of a world long gone, should have been comforting. Instead, it only deepened the ache in Taehyung's heart.
He stared into the fire, the flames dancing before his eyes, but their hypnotic motion did little to calm the torrent of thoughts racing through his mind. The song playing on the radio seemed to resonate with the turmoil within him, each note a bittersweet reminder of the past, of moments that could never be reclaimed. He felt as if he were caught between two worlds-one of peaceful stillness, reflected in the snowy night outside, and one of unbearable tension, twisting tighter and tighter inside his chest.
Taehyung shifted in his seat, his gaze drifting to the window. Outside, the sky hung low and heavy, a vast expanse of slate gray that pressed down upon the earth with an oppressive weight. The snow continued to fall, its descent slow and silent, covering the world in a shroud of white. It should have been beautiful, but to Taehyung, it was a scene painted in melancholy tones. The light from the streetlamp outside was diffuse, muted, casting long shadows that stretched like ghostly fingers across the ground.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. There was no logical reason for the unease that gnawed at him, no visible signs of impending doom. Yet, the anxiety was there, persistent and suffocating. It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to shatter the fragile peace.
Taehyung huffed out a sigh, setting his book aside. The words on the page had long since blurred together, his mind too distracted to focus on anything but the gnawing worry in his gut. He couldn't shake the thought of the fight he'd had with Jungkook earlier. It had been a stupid argument, something trivial that had spiraled out of control, leaving both of them hurt and angry. But now, sitting here alone, with the cold night pressing in on him, Taehyung couldn't help but feel that he was to blame.
