A week had passed, and though Hobi wore the mask of composure before his father, he was far from it beneath the surface. To his family and their circle, he acted as if he had moved on from Taehyung, as though the incident had barely scratched him. But the truth weighed heavily on him, growing sharper with each passing day. In private, he was desperate, using every hidden connection he had, ones his father knew nothing about, to find any sign of Taehyung. Yet, every attempt ended in silence, leaving Hobi feeling more alone and anxious than ever.
He felt trapped, as though the glass walls of his life has again closed in on him. Taehyung had been his anchor, the one person who knew him beyond the expectations and who saw past the facade. Now, Hobi had no one to confide in, no one to share his hopes and fears with. His room, once a sanctuary, felt emptier with every memory that surfaced of Taehyung’s presence there. And each night, as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, a hollow ache settled into his chest, filling him with a loneliness he hadn’t known was possible.
Then, one evening, a small envelope arrived. One of his trusted men handed it to him discreetly, saying it had come through the post, marked specifically for Hobi.
Hobi’s hands trembled as he held the letter, his heart racing with a mix of hope and dread. Retreating to his room, he closed the door and leaned against it, feeling his pulse quicken. With careful fingers, he broke the seal and unfolded the single page within. His breath hitched as he recognized the handwriting—it was Taehyung’s.
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My Hobi,
If you’re reading this, then you’ve found the letter I entrusted to reach you. I wish I could be there to tell you these words myself, but for now, this letter will have to carry everything I want to say.
I know you must be hurting, and I know your heart is aching like mine. Not a moment has passed without me thinking of you, worrying if you’re safe, wondering if you’re holding on. The days feel endless without you. I don’t regret a single second we spent together—I’ll carry those memories with me wherever I go, but it breaks me that I had to leave you like this.
Hobi, please don’t lose hope. I’m working to build a life where we can be together, truly and without fear. Even if it takes years, even if it means facing every obstacle, I swear to you—I will come back for you. And when I do, I will take you away from everything that keeps you chained, to a place where you can be yourself, where we can be ourselves.
Know this, my love: you are not alone, even if it feels that way now. The bond we share can’t be erased by distance or by any power on this earth. I love you, Hobi. I love you in ways I can’t put into words, in ways that make every hardship worth enduring. Please, hold on to that love, hold on to me, even if I can’t be by your side right now.
Wait for me. Keep dancing, even if only in your heart. I’ll be there to watch you one day, just as I promised.
With all my heart, forever yours,
Taehyung.
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Hobi’s vision blurred as he read, tears slipping down his cheeks. Each word felt like a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge of despair he had been teetering on. He traced Taehyung’s handwriting with his fingertips, feeling the love and strength in every letter. He clutched the letter to his chest, letting the weight of Taehyung’s promises soothe him, giving him hope he hadn’t dared to feel in days.
That night, Hobi cried, but for the first time in days, it wasn’t out of hopelessness. He cried because, despite everything, he felt a small but fierce hope blooming within him. Taehyung was out there, thinking of him, and one day, they would find each other again. Until then, he would hold onto this letter, a precious reminder that love could survive even the harshest of separations.
