—Title : You saved me from drowning myself, but I was already drowning in my own secrets—
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Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of a person he no longer recognized. The bright lights of the dressing room seemed to mock him, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes, the pale skin, the forced smile.
He felt like he was suffocating under the weight of his own expectations. The pressure to perform, to produce, to be perfect. The constant scrutiny, the endless criticism. He was a puppet on strings, dancing for the amusement of others.
Taehyung's eyes dropped, his gaze falling to the floor as the mask he wore began to crack. He felt the tears prick at the corners of his eyes, the lump form in his throat.
He tried to hold it in, but it was too much. The dam broke, and Taehyung's body shook as he sobbed, the sound echoing off the cold walls of the dressing room.
He fell to his knees, his head in his hands, and let the tears flow. He was alone, completely and utterly alone. No one to turn to, no one to hold him, no one to tell him everything would be okay.
The tears streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat and the makeup, washing away the facade, revealing the raw, vulnerable person beneath.
Taehyung's body trembled, his heart heavy with the weight of his secrets, his fears, his doubts. He felt like he was drowning, like he was disappearing into the darkness.
And in that moment, he wondered if anyone would even notice if he was gone.
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Taehyung stumbled towards the Han River, his eyes blurred by tears, his heart heavy with despair. He felt like he had no other choice, like the darkness was closing in around him.
As he reached the riverbank, he hesitated for a moment, looking out at the water. But then, with a sense of resignation, he began to walk towards the edge.
Just as he was about to take the final step, a hand grabbed his arm, pulling him back. Taehyung spun around, startled, and found himself face to face with a girl he had never seen before.
She was beautiful, with piercing eyes and long, dark hair. But it was her expression that caught his attention - a mix of concern and anger.
"What are you doing, you idiot?" she shouted, shaking him. "You can't just go around trying to kill yourself!"
Taehyung was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. He tried to pull away, but the girl held tight.
"Let me go," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
"No, I won't let you go," she said, her grip tightening. "You're not going to die on my watch. What's wrong with you, anyway?"
Taehyung looked away, unable to meet her gaze. He didn't know how to explain, didn't know how to tell her about the suffocating pressure, the endless expectations, the feeling of being trapped.
