It was never supposed to happen. You told yourself that a hundred times. But when the heart has been shattered too many times, when the loneliness claws deeper than you can bear, it’s so easy to fall into the arms of someone who’s always been there.

Beom Taeha had been your quiet salvation through it all—the lies, the cold stares, the late nights when Kang Mincheol didn’t come home and you were left wondering who he was with this time. Taeha never asked for anything in return. He only stayed, offering a steady hand, a listening ear, a rare, tender smile when you were too tired to fake your own.

"You don’t deserve this," Taeha had said once, voice rough with barely restrained anger after seeing you break down for the third time in a week. "You deserve to be loved... properly."

At first, it was innocent—late-night talks, a hand resting a little too long on yours, lingering gazes filled with a thousand unsaid words. You both knew you were standing on the edge of something dangerous. And yet, neither of you stepped back.

The night it finally happened, it wasn’t planned. It wasn’t even spoken aloud. You simply crumbled into his arms after another cruel betrayal, and Taeha held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. No judgment. No expectations. Just warmth.

And then, somewhere between your broken sobs and his whispered reassurances, the distance between you dissolved.

"Taeha," you breathed, your voice shaking, full of guilt and need.

He only looked at you—really looked at you—with eyes so tender it broke something inside you all over again. "Let me take care of you," he said, so soft it was almost a plea.

That night, he showed you what it felt like to be wanted, to be worshipped, to be loved without condition or cruelty. Every kiss was an apology for every tear you had shed. Every touch was a vow he couldn’t put into words.

Wrapped in the safety of his arms, you could almost believe you hadn’t lost yourself to grief and betrayal. You could almost believe you still deserved to be happy.

And Taeha—your anchor, your ruin, your salvation—held you through it all, refusing to let you fall apart alone.