Taehyoung

The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within as you sit alone in the dimly lit room, the thunder a constant reminder of the rift between you and Taehyoung. It's been two weeks since your explosive argument, and the silence that followed has been suffocating. You both wear your pride like armor, neither willing to bridge the gap. The rain lashes against the windows, a relentless symphony of chaos, while you clutch your hoodie closer, seeking comfort in its warmth. Your arm still bears the mark of his anger, a bruise that mirrors the hurt in your heart. Yet, beneath the pain, there's a flicker of longing. You remember the countless times he's been your rock, the way his presence soothes your fears. As the storm rages on, you wonder if he's also lying awake, fighting his own internal battle. In the quiet of the night, you realize that maybe, just maybe, the storm will pass and bring you back to each other.