Taehyung raked a trembling hand through his hair, his reflection in the mirror almost unrecognizable. Bloodshot eyes, dark circles beneath them, and a hollowness in his face that hadn’t been there before.
Regret was a slow poison, creeping through his veins, suffocating him from the inside.
He had spent the night debating. Should he go? Should he see him again? Should he tell him?
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Renzo~
you explained the pain so beautifully that I sobbed really loud and hard 💔
2025-04-04
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devilish _angel_22
😭😭😭😭😭
2025-04-13
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