"You don't know me. And maybe, you never will. But somewhere under a sky not too different from yours, Someone found peace in your chaos, And hope in your storms. You didn't ask to be an inspiration - But you became one. Not with loud words or grand gestures, But by simply showing up again and again, Even when it hurt. I'm not writing this for attention. Not for a reply. Not for a moment in your spotlight. I'm writing because I needed you to know - That your existence matters. Even if the world forgets, Even if the applause dies down, Even if the crowd moves on - Someone out here still remembers. Still smiles when they think of you. Still draws courage from your strength. Still breathes easier because of your words. You didn't heal me. But you helped me heal myself. And that's more powerful than you'll ever know. So even if you never know my name, Never see my face, Just remember - You made a difference. Quietly. Humbly. Unknowingly. And that's what real impact looks like.         - yours, from afar. She loved him like a shadow in silence, he loved her in light like a moon, they were- Bound by destiny, written in stars, fate wasn't cruel this time it was somewhat......humble. Welcome to another shit- ahem story by moon-light_fics✨🥂 AGAIN A KTH FF. DO READ MY OTHER FFS. TW: this story contains mild stalking themes Not too detailed but please read at your own comfort sweetie ☺️.

🔞complicated relationships in y/n and taehyung's life. Who is her ex-boyfriend, her love most importantly her child's father. The child, who is not aware, not only the child no one knows it. she is married but what happens when he comes into her life after 3 years and is about to marry her husband's sister? will the secret she hid for many years enclose in front of them.

The kiss deepened slowly. Not rushed. Not clumsy. It was the kind of kiss that unfolded-like something that had waited in silence for far too long. Taehyung's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his. She felt him-solid and warm, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the quiet restraint in the way he held her. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, pulling him down again. He kissed her like he wanted to memorize her mouth. She kissed him like she wanted to forget they were supposed to stop. -after a while- When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Her lips were swollen, parted. His thumb traced the edge of her jaw. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, voice low, hoarse. She didn't.