ep 1
authornim
I come back again
The night was quiet, almost too quiet for a city that never sleeps. A soft breeze danced across the rooftop, rustling the hem of Taehyung’s coat. She stood at the edge, her eyes tracing the stars as if searching for answers in their silence.
Tears welled in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks one by one. Her lips trembled, but she held herself steady, as if the sky was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
She didn’t move when someone approached from behind. She didn’t turn.
And then—
A sudden shift.
A sensation. A gentle push, like the final nudge from fate.
Her heart stopped for a moment. The city lights blurred beneath her closed eyes.
A sound of gun shot — sharp, distant.
And in that fleeting moment, as everything slipped away, her heart whispered:
Kim taehyung
If life offers me another chance… I will find the strength to rise again. And I will not let them win. I will make sure to kill them .
Down below, people had already started to gather. Whispers filled the air, concern, confusion — grief.
Then, from above — a second body descended, falling softly through the night like a final breath.
He landed not far from her. Jeon Jungkook — a man whose eyes always searched for hers in every crowd. His body trembled, wounded, but his soul hadn’t given up yet.
Crawling toward her with every bit of strength he had left, he cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing away the cold from her skin.
He whispered, barely able to speak.
jeon jungkook
Why didn’t you wait for me?
His tears fell quietly, his voice raw with emotion.
jeon jungkook
I would’ve given anything to take your pain away.
jeon jungkook
You didn’t have to carry it alone. I was always with you... even in silence.
He leaned his forehead against hers, his breath shallow but steady.
jeon jungkook
If I’m ever given another life... I won’t let you go through this again.
jeon jungkook
I’ll protect you. I’ll bring back your smile. That’s a promise.
His final breath came like a soft sigh. Peaceful. Still.
The city lights flickered like distant stars above the two of them, and somewhere in the space between life and whatever comes next, two hearts stayed connected — quietly, eternally.
A low murmur of chatter surrounded Taehyung. Laughter, the sound of pens scribbling on notebooks, the teacher’s voice echoing faintly in the background. But for her, everything felt like static — distant and dreamlike.
Her lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes slowly.
Blinking.
Breathing.
Alive.
She looked around — students sitting in rows, focused on something at the front of the room. A large chalkboard. Desks. Light blue walls. A wall clock ticking steadily.
Kim taehyung
💭.Where am I?
Just then, a familiar voice pulled her from the fog.
park jimin
Tae, are you okay?
A soft voice whispered from beside her.
Taehyung turned.
Park Jimin. Her best friend.
Her heart dropped.
She stared, unable to speak for a moment. Jimin looked exactly the same — short hair, soft eyes, warm smile — the way she was before...
Before she passed away giving birth five years ago.
Taehyung’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her chest tightened, tears rising to the surface.
Kim taehyung
💭.This… this can't be real.
Shaking, she reached into her schoolbag and pulled out her phone. The screen lit up.
Kim taehyung
💭.April 14, 2025.
Kim taehyung
No way... no way,
She breathed, her voice low, almost trembling.
Kim taehyung
I… I was just— I was twenty-nine. I—
She stood up abruptly, her chair screeching against the floor. Heads turned. The teacher paused mid-sentence, frowning.
？？？
Kim Taehyung! Sit down immediately! What do you think you're—
But Taehyung didn’t hear him. She was already halfway to the door.
She ran through the hallway, her feet moving on their own. Her heart raced. Her mind spun.
Kim taehyung
This is real. It feels real. How is this possible? I was gone. I know I was…
Tears welled in her eyes again — not from sadness, but from a dizzying mix of emotions. Confusion, disbelief… and something else. A spark. A chance.
As she turned a corner toward the restroom, she bumped hard into someone — a tall figure. A boy.
She muttered, barely glancing at him. His scent lingered faintly in the air — something warm and strangely familiar.
But she couldn’t stop. Not yet.
She pushed open the door to the washroom and ran inside, gripping the edge of the sink, panting.
Then slowly, she looked up at the mirror.
Wide eyes. Youthful skin. Full cheeks. No signs of the pain and loss she had once worn.
She touched her face.
Kim taehyung
Eighteen-year-old me…
She laughed — not out of amusement, but relief. Disbelief. Joy.
Kim taehyung
I’m really back.
She looked closer at her own reflection, eyes filling with tears.
Kim taehyung
This time… I’ll do things right. I’ll protect Jimin. I’ll protect myself. No one’s going to break me this time. I will definitely kill all of them.
Then she paused — the strange sensation returned.
Like someone had been near.
That warmth she felt when she bumped into the boy…
Her fingers lightly touched her chest. Her heart beat faster.
Kim taehyung
Who was he, the voice?
authornim
should I continue?
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