Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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Taehyung entered the studio, where golden rays of sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, illuminating the space.
His steps were slow as he dragged his feet further inside, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. Jungkook had accused him of being the reason for Jeongguk's death from the very beginning, and despite his attempts to deny it, the accusation lingered in his mind like a persistent echo.
But now, as his heart hammered in his chest, he couldn’t help but wonder—was there some truth to it? If he hadn’t left the party that night, if Jeongguk hadn’t chased after him, would the accident have happened? The “what ifs” swirled around him, each one more suffocating than the last, as he grappled with the weight of guilt and uncertainty.
Throughout his life, Taehyung had never uttered the words "what if." Those scenarios felt foreign to him, a territory he had always avoided. Yet now, he found himself thinking that thought a hundred thousand times. What if they hadn’t been in the car? The accident wouldn’t have happened. Jeongguk would still be alive.
"I'm sorry." The words slipped from his lips, filled with a heavy agony, as his blue eyes roamed the studio, searching for something—perhaps a sign that everything would be okay.
He dreaded coming here, the guilt clawing at his insides, convinced he was somehow responsible for Jeongguk's death. But after gathering all the strength he could muster, he had pushed through it.
The place still held Jeongguk’s essence, a lingering presence that made it feel like he was never truly gone. It was as if the walls whispered his name, reminding Taehyung of the warmth and laughter that had once filled the air, leaving behind a haunting emptiness that echoed in the silence.
Taehyung had expected to find dust coating the surfaces of the studio, a testament to the two months that had passed since he last stepped inside. But the place was pristine, almost unnaturally clean. It struck him as strange. Only he and Jeongguk had access to this space, so who had been coming here?
A frown creased Taehyung's forehead as he scanned the room. Everything was meticulously in place—the books neatly arranged on the shelves, pens lined up in their holders, and the pile of papers bound together as if waiting for someone to pick up where they left off.
His heart raced with a sudden urgency, and without thinking twice, Taehyung bolted out of the studio. He spotted Seojoon standing just outside the door, leaning casually against the frame, a look of surprise crossing his face at Taehyung's abrupt exit.
"Is everything okay, Sir Taehyung?" Seojoon asked, his gaze steady as he assessed Taehyung’s frantic demeanor.
"Someone came here," Taehyung mumbled, breathless. Without waiting for a reply, Seojoon stepped inside, and Taehyung followed closely behind.
