Time passed, and wounds slowly healed.Kook rebuilt his life, finding solace in dance.
Tae, however, struggled to let go.
He wandered the city, haunted by memories.
One evening, as rain poured down, Tae stumbled upon Kook's dance performance.
Kook's eyes met Tae's, and for a moment, time stood still.
Tae's heart ached, realizing he'd lost the love of his life.
After the show, Kook approached Tae.
"Tae," Kook said softly.
Tae's voice cracked. "Kook."
Their eyes locked, the past lingering.
"I'm sorry," Tae whispered.
Kook's expression softened. "I know."
Tae's gaze dropped. "I'll always love you."
Kook's voice trembled. "I'll always care for you, Tae."
Their hands touched, a fleeting connection.
As they parted ways, Tae finally understood.
Love wasn't possession; love was freedom.
Tae vanished into the night, leaving Kook to his new life.
Years later, Kook received a package.
Inside, a sketchbook, filled with Tae's art.
The final page read:
"My love, I set you free."
Tears streamed down Kook's face.
Tae had finally found redemption.
Their painful love now a memory.
Kook smiled, closing the sketchbook.
"Thank you, Tae. I'm free."
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"painful love " - kth & jjkffs
Fanfictionwhat if over possisiveness happen btw two members let's observe this in this story