PAST STORY

2 years ago

Kim Taehyng the famous singer and Y/N a designer is in a small, cozy café, spending time together for the last tim. The sound of soft music and chatter is in the background.

Y/N: (with a pained expression) Taehyung, I can't do this anymore. Seeing you with her... it's too much.

Taehyung: (grasping her hands, pleading) Please, don't leave me over a misunderstanding. I need you. You're the one I love, now and forever.

Y/N: (tears brimming) How can I believe that when my eyes tell me differently?

Taehyung: (kisses her hand gently) Believe in us, Y/N. My heart beats only for you.

Y/N: (a single tear rolls down her cheek) I wish I could... (withdraws her hand) But my heart is too heavy.

Taehyung: (desperate) Y/N, please...

Y/N: (stands up, voice breaking) Goodbye, Taehyung.

She walks away, leaving Taehyung with his hand outstretched, a look of despair on his face as the café door closes behind her.

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Taehyung is now in his bedroom which is dimly lit with scattered moonlight. The remnants of a stormy evening are evident.

Taehyung enters, his silhouette outlined by the hallway light. In a fit of rage, he sweeps his arm across his desk, sending objects crashing to the floor.

Taehyung: (voice raw with emotion) How could she not see the truth?

The sound of the commotion draws Jin to the room. He enters, concern etched on his face.

Jin: (rushing in) Taehyung! What happened?

Taehyung: (slumping to the floor, defeated) She left, Jin. Y/N left me...

Jin: (kneeling beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder) I know it hurts now, but give her time. She's hurt and confused.

Taehyung: (clenching his fists) But I did nothing wrong!

Jin: (with a wise tone) Sometimes, Taehyung, love is not about being right or wrong. It's about understanding and patience. Y/N will come around when she sees the whole picture.

Taehyung: (looking up with tear-filled eyes) Do you really think so?

Jin: (nodding) I do. And until then, you need to be strong, not just for yourself, but for both of you.

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In Boston

In Y/N's apartment.

In Y/N's apartment, two years later. Early morning light filters through the window where Y/N sits, gazing out at the awakening sky.

Y/N: (whispers to herself) Another dawn, another day without him.

She closes her eyes, and the room fades into the background as memories flood in.

Flashback to a Date:

Taehyung: (excitedly) Close your eyes, Y/N. I have a surprise for you.

Y/N: (laughing) Taehyung, you know I don't need gifts.

Taehyung: (insisting) Just this once, trust me.

Y/N opens her eyes to find a small, handcrafted music box. She's touched, her eyes glistening.

Y/N: (softly) It's beautiful, Tae. Thank you.

Return to Present:

Y/N: (a tear escapes) I never knew how much those moments meant until they were gone.

She stands up, walking over to a shelf where the music box sits. She winds it up, and a delicate melody fills the room.

Y/N: (to the music box) You were right, Tae. Every little thing was a part of our story.

She wraps her arms around herself, imagining it's Taehyung's embrace.

Y/N: (longingly) If only we could turn back time, to the days when love was enough to overcome any misunderstanding.

After a minute Jennie enters quietly, noticing Y/N's distant gaze.

Jennie: (gently) You're thinking about him again, aren't you? About Taehyung?

Y/N: (turns, a faint smile on her face).....

Jennie: (sitting beside her) It's been two years, Y/N. Maybe it's time to let go and look forward.

Y/N: (sighs) I know, but it's not that easy.

Jennie: (excitedly) Well, I have some good news that might cheer you up. Rose is treating us to a concert tonight!

Y/N: (perking up) Really? That sounds wonderful.

Jennie: (nodding) Yes, and it's not just any concert. It's quite famous, and Rose has already been there through her connections.

Y/N: (curiously) Which concert is it?

Jennie: (with a twinkle in her eye) That's a surprise. But trust me, it's going to be an unforgettable night.

Hurry up, Y/N! The car will be here any minute, and the girls are on their way to pick us up for the concert.

Y/N nods and rushes to her changing room. She emerges moments later, transformed.

Y/N: (looking in the mirror) This will do.

She stands there, the silver prom dress hugging her figure like moonlight on water. The high heels add grace to her steps, and the red lipstick is the perfect contrast to her radiant smile.

Jennie: (awestruck) You look stunning, Y/N!

Just then, a car horn sounds outside, followed by Lisa's voice, full of excitement.

Lisa: (shouting from outside) Y/N! Y/N! Come quickly; we're getting late!

Y/N: (grabbing her purse) Coming!

She takes one last look in the mirror. With a deep breath, she steps out of the apartment, ready to face the music.

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The group is now in the  vibrant energy of the concert venue, lights flashing and music pulsating.

Rose hands out the tickets with a flourish, a smirk playing on her lips as Lisa expresses her amazement.

Lisa: (wide-eyed) Rose, you got us front row tickets? That's incredible!

Rose: (smirking) I have my ways.

They make their way inside, the roar of the crowd growing louder. Y/N finds her seat next to Lisa, the anticipation building.

Y/N: (to Lisa) Can you believe we're actually here? It's going to be an amazing night.

Lisa: (nodding) Absolutely! I can't wait to see who's performing.

As the lights dim, the first notes of music fill the air. Taylor Swift takes the stage, followed by Charley, each performance captivating the audience.

Lisa: (shouting over the music) Let's dance!

Y/N and Lisa join the crowd, moving to the rhythm, letting the music wash over them, the joy of the moment infectious.

Then the  MC steps onto the stage, his voice booming through the speakers.

MC: (with a hint of mystery) Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for a special surprise. Someone very famous is about to grace us with their presence!

He exits, and suddenly, the venue plunges into darkness. Murmurs ripple through the crowd, Y/N and her friends exchanging confused glances.

Jennie: (whispering) What's going on? Why are the lights out?

Rose: (trying to peer through the darkness) Maybe it's part of the show?

The tension builds, a collective breath held in suspense. Then, as if on cue, the lights flare back to life, converging on the stage in a dramatic spotlight.

And there he is, Kim Taehyung, the renowned singer, stepping into the light. The crowd erupts into cheers and applause.

Y/N: (her heart skipping a beat) It's... it's Taehyung.

Lisa: (squealing with delight) Oh my god, it's really him!

Taehyung's eyes scanning the crowd, and for a fleeting moment, they lock with Y/N's. Time seems to stand still.

Taehyung: (his voice resonating with emotion) Thank you for being here tonight. This next song is for all the hearts that have loved... and lost.

The music starts, a haunting melody that seems to speak directly to Y/N's soul.

Y/N: (whispering) I can't believe he's here...

Lisa: (squeezing her hand) Just breathe, Y/N. It's going to be okay.

Taehyung, under the spotlight, feels a familiar presence. He begins the song, his voice a mix of pain and longing.

Taehyung: (singing softly) We don't talk anymore, like we used to do...

As he sings, his eyes find Y/N's in the crowd. The connection is electric, unspoken words hanging in the air.

Taehyung's POV:

(Thinking) There she is... the muse of my heartache. Every lyric, every chord, it's all for her.

Y/N, feeling the weight of his gaze, is transported back to the days when their love was a melody that played on without end.

Jennie: (noticing the exchange) Look, Rose, Lisa... he's singing to Y/N.

Rose: (softly) It's as if he's telling her their story, through the song.

The last notes of "We Don't Talk Anymore" linger in the air, the audience still reeling from the emotional delivery. Taehyung stands on stage, his eyes still locked with Y/N's, the intensity of the moment palpable.

Taehyung: (voice barely above a whisper) Thank you.

He bows deeply, the crowd erupting into applause, but his gaze never wavers from Y/N's.

Y/N: (heart racing, tears threatening to spill) He remembers... he still feels it too.

The lights dim, signaling the end of the concert. Y/N remains seated, lost in the storm of emotions Taehyung's song has stirred within her.

Lisa: (touching Y/N's shoulder) Are you okay?

Y/N: (shaking her head) I don't know. I just... I need a moment.

Jennie:- (holding Y/N's elbow)But atleast listen

Y/N breaks away from Jennie , her feet carrying her swiftly through the throng of people. Tears blur her vision, but she doesn't stop to wipe them away.

Y/N: (thinking) I need to get out of here. I can't breathe.

Suddenly, she collides with a solid figure, and strong arms steady her. She looks up to find Taehyung's concerned eyes searching hers.

Taehyung: (urgently) Y/N, please wait. We need to talk.

Y/N: (voice trembling) There's nothing left to say.

They stand there, locked in a moment of silent pleading and stubborn resolve. The world around them fades into a hushed stillness.

Taehyung: (desperately) I can't let you go again. Not like this.

Y/N: (pushing him away) I have to.

She turns and runs, the echo of her footsteps a staccato against the marble floor. Taehyung calls out her name, his voice cracking with emotion.

Taehyung: (shouting) Y/N!

Lisa steps forward, her expression stern as she addresses Taehyung.

Lisa: (coldly) She won't come back to you, Taehyung. She won't make the same mistake twice.

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In Y/N's bedroom.

Y/N clutches a pillow tightly, her body shaking with sobs as she buries her face in it. Memories of Taehyung flood her mind, each one a sharp reminder of what she's trying to leave behind.

Y/N: (muffled by the pillow) Why does love hurt so much?

Her mother enters the room, concern written all over her face. Y/N quickly wipes away her tears and forces a smile.

Mrs Smith: (softly) Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you crying?

Y/N: (shaking her head) It's nothing, Mom. I'm fine, really.

Mrs Smith: (not convinced) You don't look fine to me, dear.

Y/N avoids her mother's gaze, the lie heavy on her tongue. Her mother, sensing her daughter's pain, decides to change the subject.

Mrs Smith: (brightening) Well, I have some news that might cheer you up. This came for you today.

She hands Y/N a letter. Y/N's eyes widen in shock as she recognizes the sender's name.

Y/N: (stunned) This... this is from Taehyung's family?

Mrs Smith: (nodding) Yes, it's a marriage proposal. Isn't that wonderful? They will come tomorrow.

Y/N feels as if the ground has been pulled from under her feet.

Y/N:- Mom, I can't do this.

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In Taehyng 's complex

In his bed room

Taehyung: (murmuring to himself) She doesn't know... she can't imagine the agony of these past two years.

He recalls the day Y/N left him in the café, the memory as sharp and fresh as if it were yesterday.

Taehyung: (clenching his fists) The moment she walked away, a part of me crumbled. I've been living with this void, this silent scream in my heart.

His voice breaks, the facade of the international superstar crumbling to reveal the vulnerable man beneath.

Taehyung: (longingly) I want her to know, to understand the depth of my pain. It's not just a song, it's my reality.

He leans back against the wall, the coldness seeping into his bones, mirroring the chill in his heart.

Taehyung: (whispering) Y/N, if only you could see the tears I've shed in the dark, the nights I've spent calling out your name to an empty room.

The weight of his confession hangs in the air, a silent plea for understanding, for a second chance at the love that once was.

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