Broken Strings || Kim Taehyung FF

Taehyung x Reader

"Don't look at me like that."
"Why not?"

He steps closer. She steps back.
Their hands almost touch, but don't.

"You... you're impossible," she whispers.
"I've always been," he says, voice too low to mean joking.

They were too young. Too reckless. Too stubborn to say what mattered.

He left..
She stayed..

And somewhere between the waiting and the wanting, something bitter grew.

Years later, they're in the same room again.
Closer than she thought possible.
Familiar. Dangerous. Unfinished.

"Do you even remember me?"

He doesn't answer. Not a word.
She swallows, hating herself for hoping.
Some strings don't just break.
They twist. They cut. They rot quietly...
and they remember every wrong move, every hand that let go too soon.

This isn't love.
It's sharp.
It's ugly.
It's aching...