taehyung started to piece together everything. the girl he didn't love back, the girl who he saw daily faded from his grasp, the girl he wanted to see when he went to the tacky, run down bar every night was gone.
gone like the autumn breeze, never returning once winter's cold sharp wind hits. he was fine before finding these tapes, he even forgot about her after a while, but hearing her voice after a year hurts him in every possible way.
he missed her, missed her so much he'll do anything to see her again, he'll do anything to see his child, to protect him from the monster that is her husband.
i was never there, he thought to himself, i'm always never there. the burning passion to cry rises, his eyes watering and his chapped bottom lip trembles.
he had - no needed to finish the last two tapes. he needed a conclusion, needed to know if chinhae was alright, needed to know what happened to the girl with black hair and pretty pink lips that touched his own. he needed to know.
with that, taehyung placed the next pink cassette into his black cassette player, pressing play.
