Another day, another story—another world where love is soft, untouchable, and just a little bit tragic. Where Taehyung's eyes hold galaxies, and Jungkook's hands tremble between wanting and letting go.
In my imagination, they exist outside of time, in stolen glances and late-night whispers, in songs that never fade and fingertips tracing unsaid words. Here, love isn’t a battlefield—it’s a slow dance in the dark, a promise hidden in a sigh.
Reality can be cruel, but in my stories, they always find their way back to each other. And maybe that’s enough to keep me breathing.....