It’s late, and you’re walking through the dimly lit streets, mindlessly scrolling on your phone to keep the memories at bay. But you’re jolted back to reality when you see him—Taehyung, standing across the street, his hands in his pockets, looking at you like he’s been waiting.

Neither of you moves, caught in the strange, bitter familiarity of a love that’s turned into silence. He gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, as if he wants to say a thousand things but doesn’t know where to begin. You can feel the weight of everything left unsaid hanging between you, and for a moment, it’s like nothing has changed.

But then, he looks down, breaking the spell, his expression unreadable. It’s clear that neither of you will cross that line tonight. With one last lingering look, he turns and disappears into the night, leaving you with nothing but the echo of what could have been, and the ache of a love that’s been resigned to memory.