Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Rekindled (Taehyung)

The tension in the room was suffocating, thick like a cloud that no one could escape. Taehyung stood, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight as Yoongi's voice echoed through the dorm.

"You don't listen, Taehyung! You never listen!" Yoongi's words were sharp, like knives cutting through the air.

"I listen just fine!" Taehyung shot back, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're the one who's always shutting me out, acting like you know everything."

Yoongi's face hardened, and his voice dropped, low and cold. "Maybe if you stopped acting like a child for once, we wouldn't have this problem."

Taehyung felt the sting of Yoongi's words, but the hurt only fueled his anger. He couldn't stand the way Yoongi always seemed so indifferent, so unaffected by everything. And now, after yet another argument about something he couldn't even remember, it all boiled over.

"Fine!" Taehyung shouted, grabbing his jacket from the couch. "If I'm such a burden, I'll just leave."

"Good," Yoongi snapped, crossing his arms. "Maybe we all need a break from this."

The words hung in the air, colder than the winter night outside. Taehyung didn't wait for anyone to stop him. He stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

The wind was biting as Taehyung drove down the winding forest road. He had no real destination in mind, just a need to get away-to clear his head, to escape the frustration gnawing at his insides. He barely noticed when the cabin appeared in the distance, its soft glow standing out against the dark trees.

The cabin was remote, isolated, and he'd been there before. It was one of those places BTS sometimes retreated to when they needed a break from the world, a quiet sanctuary in the woods. Tonight, it was exactly what Taehyung needed.

He parked his car, grabbed his things, and headed inside, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. The air inside the cabin was still and quiet, but Taehyung's mind was anything but. He paced back and forth, replaying the argument with Yoongi in his head, the hurt and anger swirling inside him.

Why was Yoongi always like this? Why couldn't he just see that Taehyung was trying his best?

With a sigh, Taehyung collapsed onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. The fight had been bad, but maybe he'd gone too far this time. He knew Yoongi had been under a lot of stress lately, the pressure of their upcoming album, the relentless demands of their schedules. Still, that didn't excuse how dismissive he'd been.

The longer Taehyung sat there, the more the weight of his words started to settle in. He didn't want to be angry anymore. He didn't want the distance that had grown between him and Yoongi to keep widening.

But what could he do now? He'd stormed out like a child, leaving things unresolved, and Yoongi's parting words echoed in his mind: Maybe we all need a break.

Taehyung closed his eyes, his chest heavy with regret. He wished he could take it back, wished he could turn around and apologize. But it was too late now, and the cabin felt far too quiet and cold.

Back at the dorms, Yoongi had spent a few hours thinking and he was regretting what he had said to Taehyung and especially letting him just run off like that. He knew he needed to find Taehyung before this fight got worse, so he started thinking about where he could be and immediately thought of the cabin they visit to get away from the chaos that accompanies fame. He instantly tells the others about the fight and where he thinks Taehyung is and they head out in the direction of the cabin.

Hours passed, and the quiet of the cabin lulled him into a restless sleep. He dreamed of the fight, of Yoongi's cold eyes and his own frustration. In his dream, the flames of their argument grew hotter, consuming everything in their path.