You were supposed to be untouchable. The queen of his underworld, the one person Taehyung swore to protect—even from himself.

But orders are orders, and in the world you both lived in, love was weakness. That’s why he pulled the trigger. That’s why tonight, as your body was lowered into the ground, he was the one standing in black, his hands trembling inside leather gloves, eyes wet in a way no one else had ever seen.

What no one else knew is that you were still there—watching him from the other side. You could feel every tear he refused to let fall, every memory he was trying to bury with you.

The crowd began to leave, but he didn't move. He stayed by the grave, voice breaking as he whispered to the empty air:

“If you hate me… then haunt me. Just don’t leave me alone.”