The broken bonds || kth x reader

Prologue

Five years had passed since the night everything had fallen apart, yet for Y/N, the memories of that evening still lingered in the back of her mind like echoes of a storm. She could recall the details with painful clarity—how the soft hum of music filled the air, the way the lights at the party sparkled like distant stars, and how Taehyung's hand had felt wrapped around hers. 

It was a night meant for celebration, surrounded by friends and love, a night where everything seemed perfect. And in that moment, Y/N had truly believed nothing could come between them.

They were inseparable. The kind of love they shared was rare, the kind people wrote about in novels—pure, unshakable, and deeply rooted in years of friendship. Taehyung had been Y/N's world, and she, his. He had always been gentle with her, his smile softening at the sight of her. It was as if they existed in their own bubble, safe from the chaos of the world around them. They had plans, dreams, promises whispered in the quiet hours of the night when it felt like nothing could go wrong.

But that night changed everything.

Y/N could still feel the panic tightening in her chest when it all began to unravel. She remembered that night at her friend's. Which was the last moment she was with him. After that, everything changed, and their lives took a new turn. A mere misunderstanding which broke their bond.

To him, it looked like betrayal.

His eyes had darkened in an instant, the warmth she had grown so accustomed to vanishing, replaced by an emotion she had never seen before. The disbelief that twisted his features, the way his hands clenched at his sides, it was as if a switch had been flipped. He didn't wait for an explanation. He didn't ask. The look in his eyes told her that, in his mind, it was already over.

"Taehyung, wait—" Her voice had cracked as she tried to chase after him, her heart pounding in her chest.

But it was too late. He stormed out, leaving Y/N standing there with the weight of the misunderstanding crushing her. No matter how much she tried to explain, no matter how many calls she made that went unanswered, the damage had already been done. Taehyung's trust was shattered, and with it, everything they had built together.

In the days that followed, Y/N felt like she was wandering through a fog. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, consumed by the ache of losing the one person who had meant everything to her. The loneliness was suffocating, a sharp contrast to the love they had once shared. The heartbreak wasn't just emotional—it was physical, like her chest had been ripped open, and nothing could fill the void left by Taehyung's absence.

Now, five years later, the memories still clung to her. Even though she had tried to move on, even though she had thrown herself into her career and built a life far away from Seoul, Taehyung's absence still lingered like a shadow. It wasn't something she spoke of—not to friends, not to family. The pain was too personal, too deeply embedded in her heart.

So, when Y/N was transferred back to Seoul for work, she hadn't anticipated the emotional minefield awaiting her. She hadn't thought that the city would feel so small, that the streets would be filled with memories of the past. 

Taehyung.

The one she had loved fiercely, and who, without a doubt, now hated her with the same intensity.