Author pov:

Jin-ah returned from the wedding, exhausted and drained. She traveled alone, and the weight of the day lingered heavily on her shoulders. She headed straight to the bed upon arriving at the mansion, feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

The mansion was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that amplified her thoughts. There was no one around-no Taehyung, no Niki. She collapsed onto the bed, the events of the day playing over in her mind. The taunts, the whispers, the unwanted attention from her uncle-it all swirled together in a haze of discomfort and fatigue.

She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The mansion's silence was oppressive, amplifying every creak and distant sound. She glanced at the scratch on her hand, a thin, angry line that reminded her of the day's events.

She traced the scar lightly with her fingers, wincing at the sting. "Why did I even bother going?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper in the empty room. "I should've known it would be a disaster."

The memory of her uncle's lecherous gaze made her shudder. She had escaped, but not without leaving a piece of her confidence behind. "Pathetic," she chastised herself, "I let them get to me. I should be stronger than this."

Jin-ah's thoughts drifted to Niki. He had decided to stay with his friend Min-ji, away from the drama and tension that seemed to follow her. She missed him, his presence a small comfort in her tumultuous life. "At least he's safe," she sighed, trying to find solace in that fact.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. "Tomorrow will be better," she whispered, though she didn't quite believe it. "It has to be."

Jin-ah pulled the covers tighter around her, feeling the weight of the day's emotional and physical scars. Despite everything, she knew she had to keep moving forward, if not for herself, then for the memory of her mother and the promises she had made.

The night stretched on, and slowly, fitful sleep began to take hold, offering a brief respite from her troubled thoughts.
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Jin ah pov:

I woke up to the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The mansion was as silent as a tomb, and the weight of solitude pressed down on me. It was a holiday, and I had nowhere to be, nothing to distract me from my thoughts.

I sat up slowly, feeling the dull ache in my body. Taehyung hadn't come home last night, or if he had, he hadn't made his presence known. It was typical of him to come and go as he pleased, leaving me to navigate the emptiness of this vast house.

Rubbing my eyes, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched. The scratch on my hand had scabbed over, a stark reminder of the previous day's events. I stared at it for a moment, then shook my head, pushing the memory aside.

I made my way to the kitchen, the quiet amplifying the sound of my footsteps on the polished floor. The housekeeper had left breakfast on the counter: toast, fruit, and a pot of coffee. I poured myself a cup, savoring the warmth and the bitter taste.

Sipping my coffee, I wandered to the window and looked out at the sprawling grounds.

Everything seemed so calm and picturesque, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. "Where are you, Taehyung?" I murmured to myself, feeling a mix of anger and confusion.

I decided to spend the day taking care of myself, trying to find some semblance of peace. A long bath, a good book, maybe even a walk in the garden. Anything to escape the oppressive loneliness that seemed to seep from the walls.

After finishing my coffee, I headed back upstairs to run a bath. The water was hot and soothing, and I closed my eyes, letting the steam envelop me. For a moment, I could almost forget everything: the wedding, the taunts, the scratch on my hand, and the absence of Taehyung.

As I soaked, I couldn't help but wonder what today would bring. Would Taehyung finally show up? And if he did, would it change anything?

I sighed, sinking deeper into the water. Whatever happened, I knew I had to face it head-on. There was no escaping the reality of my life, no matter how much I wished for it.

After the bath, I decided to explore the house. It felt good to move around, to occupy my mind with something other than my thoughts. I wandered through the halls, rooms, and corridors, each corner of the mansion telling its own story.

Eventually, I found myself in a storage area I hadn't noticed before. The room was filled with boxes of various sizes, stacked haphazardly.

I started sifting through the boxes, most of which contained old clothes, decorations, and miscellaneous items. Then, I noticed a box that stood out from the rest.

It was different, almost as if it had been carefully placed there, waiting to be found. I opened it and found hundreds of papers inside. My heart skipped a beat as I picked one up and began to read.

The letter was dated three years ago.

Three Years Ago:

"My love, how are you? Are you doing great? Hope you are. I have tried to drown my sorrows in work and alcohol, but nothing seems to fill the void you left behind. - TAEJIN."

Then, one from five years ago.

Five Years Ago:

"My love, how are you? Are you doing great? Hope you are. Every moment without you feels like a lifetime. I have changed, but the one thing that remains constant is my love for you. - TAEJIN."

Finally, a letter from seven years ago, the day of our breakup.

Seven Years Ago:

"My love, how are you? Are you doing great? Hope you are. Today, my heart shattered into pieces. Losing you feels like losing a part of myself. I don't know how to move on from this. - TAEJIN"

On my birthday

Happy birthday, my love. Today, like every day, I wish you were here. How are you, my love? Are you doing great? Hope you are.-TAEJIN

At the end of each letter, there was a name, a mixture of our names: Taejin.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I read through the letters, each one more heartbreaking than the last. He had never stopped loving me, despite everything. I sat down, overwhelmed by the realization that it was Taehyung's mother who had broken us up. She had kept us apart, and I had believed her lies.

I spoke to myself, my voice trembling with emotion, "How could she do this?"

The letters were a testament to Taehyung's unwavering love for me, and they made me see him in a new light. He had suffered just as much as I had, maybe even more. I clutched the letters to my chest, tears streaming down my face, as I whispered, "I'm sorry, Taehyung. I'm so sorry."

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Author pov:

Jin Ah spent the entire day immersed in the letters, each one deepening her understanding of Taehyung's hidden emotions. The letters spanned seven years, from their painful breakup to more recent times.

Each with the same heartfelt line: "How are you, my love? Are you doing great? Hope you are."As the evening approached, the soft glow of the setting sun cast long shadows in the storage room.

Jin Ah felt a deep ache in her chest, her heart heavy with the weight of Taehyung's words. She wiped away tears, her mind reeling from the revelation that it was Taehyung's mother who had driven them apart.

Among the letters, she found a stack of music sheets. The lyrics seemed to reflect his turmoil and longing. As she read through them, she realized these were not just songs; they were his soul laid bare.

(Play the song for better experience)

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

Your faint voice passing by me
날 스치는 그대의 옅은 그 목소리
nal seuchineun geudaeui yeot-eun geu mogsoli

Please call my name one more time
내 이름을 한 번만 더 불러주세요
nae ileum-eul han beonman deo bulleojuseyo

Although I'm standing still under the frozen sunset
얼어버린 노을 아래 멈춰 서 있지만
eol-eobeolin no-eul alae meomchwo seo issjiman

I want to walk towards you one step at a time
그대 향해 한 걸음씩 걸어갈래요
geudae hyanghae han geol-eumssig geol-eogallaeyo

Still with you
Still with you
Still with you
Dark room, no lights
어두운 방, 조명 하나 없이
eoduun bang, jomyeong hana eobs-i

I shouldn't get used to it, but I'm used to it again
익숙해지면 안 되는데 그게 또 익숙해
igsughaejimyeon an doeneunde geuge tto igsughae

This quiet sound of the air conditioner
나지막이 들리는 이 에어컨 소리
najimag-i deullineun i eeokeon soli

I feel like I would really fall apart without this.
이거라도 없으면 나 정말 무너질 것 같아
igeolado eobs-eumyeon na jeongmal muneojil geos gat-a

Laugh together, cry together
함께 웃고, 함께 울고
hamkke usgo, hamkke ulgo

I guess these simple feelings were everything to me
이 단순한 감정들이 내겐 전부였나 봐
i dansunhan gamjeongdeul-i naegen jeonbuyeossna bwa

When will I face you again?
언제쯤일까 다시 그댈 마주한다면
eonjejjeum-ilkka dasi geudael majuhandamyeon

I want to look you in the eye and tell you
눈을 보고 말할래요
nun-eul bogo malhallaeyo

"I missed you"
"보고 싶었어요"
"bogo sip-eoss-eoyo"
In the ecstatic memories
황홀했던 기억 속에
hwangholhaessdeon gieog sog-e

Even when I dance alone, it rains
나 홀로 춤을 춰도 비가 내리잖아
na hollo chum-eul chwodo biga naelijanh-a

By the time this fog clears, I'll run with wet feet
이 안개가 걷힐 때쯤 젖은 발로 달려갈게
i angaega geodhil ttaejjeum jeoj-eun ballo dallyeogalge

hug me then
그때 날 안아줘
geuttae nal an-ajwo
Because that moon looks lonely
저 달이 외로워 보여서
jeo dal-i oelowo boyeoseo

It feels like I'm crying brightly in the night sky
밤하늘에 환하게 울고 있는 것 같아서
bamhaneul-e hwanhage ulgo issneun geos gat-aseo

Even though I know morning will come someday
언젠가 아침이 오는 걸 알면서도
eonjenga achim-i oneun geol almyeonseodo

I wanted to stay in your sky like a star (ah)
별처럼 너의 하늘에 머물고 싶었어 (ah)
byeolcheoleom neoui haneul-e meomulgo sip-eoss-eo (ah)
One day, that moment
하루를, 그 순간을
haluleul, geu sungan-eul

If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have saved more.
이렇게 될 걸 알았다면 더 담아뒀을 텐데
ileohge doel geol al-assdamyeon deo dam-adwoss-eul tende

When will I face you again?
언제쯤일까 다시 그댈 마주한다면
eonjejjeum-ilkka dasi geudael majuhandamyeon

I want to look you in the eye and tell you
눈을 보고 말할래요
nun-eul bogo malhallaeyo

"I missed you"
"보고 싶었어요"
"bogo sip-eoss-eoyo"

In the ecstatic memories
황홀했던 기억 속에
hwangholhaessdeon gieog sog-e

Even when I dance alone, it rains
나 홀로 춤을 춰도 비가 내리잖아
na hollo chum-eul chwodo biga naelijanh-a

By the time this fog clears, I'll run with wet feet
이 안개가 걷힐 때쯤 젖은 발로 달려갈게
i angaega geodhil ttaejjeum jeoj-eun ballo dallyeogalge

catch me then
그때 날 잡아줘
geuttae nal jab-ajwo
𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃

As she sat amidst the letters and music sheets, Jin Ah knew that despite everything, a part of her still held on to the love they once shared. The realization brought a new resolve to her heart. She needed to confront Taehyung, to uncover the truth behind their separation, and to decide if they could ever find their way back to each other.
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