“They say, if you love a celebrity… …your love must always be in the dark. But I can’t live in the dark forever, Taehyung ah..” —— The piano sounded, as light as a breath. The black screen gradually turned bright. Taehyung's face appeared, sitting alone in front of his laptop. The room was quiet, only the light from the night light and the laptop screen. Around his neck was a small necklace, glowing softly, the thing he wouldn't let anyone touch because it was...extremely valuable and special.

"Three years is a long enough time to love someone like a breath... ...and also enough time for everything to collapse in just one rumor. We dated like normal people - but you weren't normal when you were with me. I couldn't protect you, even though I swore I would..."

Taehyung wrote those words on a piece of paper but then tore it up.

Then he turned to his laptop screen, he scrolled through an old article with the headline: 📸"Taehyung (BTS) leaked photos of dating non-celebrity girlfriend."

He stared at the photo, where Taehyung held your hand in a small restaurant.

After 7 months passed, Taehyung had become more withdrawn, no longer releasing songs, stopped composing since the day he lost you. —— You walk into a quiet gallery in Itaewon. It’s an exhibition of an anonymous artist you came across on Instagram. The paintings are sad and emotional – something that feels very familiar.

You stop in front of a painting: A pair of hands that can’t touch. Underneath the painting is a small handwritten line in French:

“Même si je t’aime encore, je ne sais pas comment revenir.”

(Even though I still love you, I don’t know how to come back.)

You freeze. Your hands are shaking slightly. Just then – a soft wind chime rings. Someone has just walked in.

Taehyung walked into the room, no mask, no sunglasses – just himself, plain and tired. He didn’t know you were there.

Your eyes met his as he turned unconsciously towards the painting.

He paused, whispering.

“I knew… you would come here.”

You were surprised, your voice faltering.

“Are these your paintings?”

Taehyung nodded slightly, his eyes still on you. “I drew them after I lost you. No one knew. I didn’t sign them, because if you didn’t come… no one would need to know.”

Silence fell. Emotions flooded without explanation. Your eyes slowly turned red, and he…just stood still.