The Last Melody

Introduction:

...Park Jimin:...

... 20 years old, soft yet strong. Known as “the boy without a song.” He hides his pain behind smiles, but deep inside, he longs to be heard—just once....

...🌙 Park Jimin...

...Nature: Gentle, empathetic, soft-spoken, but deeply insecure....

...Outside World: He smiles often, polite to everyone, and avoids conflict. People see him as delicate and weak because he has no soul-song....

...Inside Heart: Constantly feels empty, unwanted, and questions why he even exists in a world where everyone is defined by music. But despite his pain, he carries warmth—he wants to make others happy even when he can’t feel complete himself....

...Special Trait: His silence is powerful. Though he has no song, he feels emotions deeply and can comfort others like no one else....

...Kim Taehyung (V):...

... 22 years old, a genius composer with a haunting aura. He’s beautiful but lonely, carrying the curse of his music—a gift that slowly kills him with every masterpiece he creates.

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🌌 Kim Taehyung (V)

Nature: Mysterious, artistic, and intense. Appears cold and distant, but actually feels too much.

Outside World: A genius composer admired for his music but feared for his curse. Keeps his distance from people because he doesn’t want to drag them into his suffering.

Inside Heart: Craves genuine connection, someone who can see him beyond his talent. He feels lonely despite fame, carrying guilt for the lives his music may have touched.

Special Trait: Can hear hidden melodies in people—something no one else can do. When he meets Jimin, he hears a fragile melody that changes everything.

🌙 Episode 1 – The Silent Boy and the Composer

The city of Seorim never truly slept. Every night, the streets glowed with lanterns, and the air shimmered with faint music—the soul-songs of thousands of people blending into one eternal orchestra. Each person’s melody was different, like fingerprints of destiny.

But for Park Jimin, the world was silent.

He walked through the busy street with his head lowered, a small bag of groceries pressed to his chest. Everyone he passed had a faint hum floating around them, invisible to most but felt by all. Couples laughed as their songs harmonized, children ran with playful jingles, elders hummed with slow, warm tunes.

And Jimin… had nothing.

He overheard whispers.

“That’s the boy without a song.”

“Poor thing… a life without destiny.”

Jimin bit his lip, forcing a smile as if he didn’t care. But inside, his chest felt tight. Why was I even born like this?

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Meanwhile, across the city, Kim Taehyung sat at his piano in a dimly lit studio. The room smelled of old wood and ink, scattered with unfinished sheets of music. His long fingers hovered above the keys but didn’t move. His golden-brown eyes stared at nothing.

Every time he wrote, the curse ate away at him. His body felt weaker, his breath shorter, but he couldn’t stop. Music was both his gift and his prison.

He pressed one key—soft, deep, aching. The sound lingered like loneliness.

“I’m so tired of writing songs that only take from me…” Taehyung whispered to the empty room.

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🌌 The Meeting

That evening, rain began to fall lightly, soft as whispers. Jimin hurried through the alleyway, holding his bag close. The streets were nearly empty now, and the sound of the rain was the only music he knew.

Up ahead, he saw a man standing under a broken streetlight, holding no umbrella, drenched but unmoving. His sharp profile, wet hair clinging to his forehead, and intense gaze made Jimin freeze.

It was Taehyung.

Their eyes met. For a moment, Jimin felt exposed, as if this stranger could see the emptiness inside him. He quickly bowed politely and tried to walk past.

But then Taehyung stiffened. His breath caught.

He heard it.

A faint melody. Fragile, hidden, almost fading—yet beautiful. It came from the silent boy who had no song.

Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Impossible… no one else can hear this.”

Jimin turned, confused.

“Did you… say something?”

Taehyung stepped closer, voice low but trembling.

“You… you have a song.”

Jimin froze, his heart racing. No one had ever said that to him.

“What… did you just say?”

The rain fell harder, surrounding them in its rhythm. Taehyung’s gaze softened, almost vulnerable for the first time.