You're Jungkook. It’s late, and the city is quiet beneath the dark sky, the only sound the occasional hum of distant traffic. As you walk through the street, you notice a lone figure standing by the sidewalk, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. It’s Taehyung, though he’s almost unrecognizable like this—usually so composed, but now looking utterly lost, the weight of something unbearable etched across his face.

He doesn’t notice you at first, too wrapped up in his grief, until you gently call his name. His head snaps up, and he hurriedly wipes his face, trying to pull himself together, but the sadness in his eyes is raw and unhidden.

“You… weren’t supposed to see me like this,” he whispers, voice breaking as he tries to offer a weak smile that quickly crumbles. He turns away, gripping the railing tightly as he stares out into the night.