Kth oneshot |
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❝Cause nothing can ever, ever replace you;
Nothing can make me feel like you do.❞
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The rain fell in relentless sheets over the city, transforming the night into a blurred watercolor of shimmering puddles and neon reflections. Under the dim glow of streetlights, the park became a quiet sanctuary—a place where fate and chance danced hand in hand. It was here that Jenna first noticed him.
Jenna was on her usual evening walk home from work, her yellow umbrella a vibrant splash against the grayscale night. She had always found solace in the park’s gentle murmurs: the soft rustling of leaves, the distant hum of traffic, and the rhythmic patter of rain on the pavement. But tonight, something was different. Amid the sound of the downpour, a solitary figure sat on a weathered bench—a man completely absorbed in his own world.
He was drenched, his white shirt clinging to his lean frame, droplets catching the light as if they were tiny diamonds. A mask partially concealed his face, adding an air of mystery to his already enigmatic presence. Jenna’s heart clenched as she paused, unable to tear her eyes away. There was something almost magnetic about him—an energy that whispered of hidden sorrows and secret stories.
Without quite knowing why, Jenna approached him. Every step felt predestined, as if some unseen force had drawn her toward this stranger. When she reached him, she hesitated only a moment before gently placing her umbrella over his head, shielding him from the relentless rain. The simple act stirred something inside him; he lifted his gaze slowly, and in that first, tentative meeting, their eyes locked.
His eyes were astonishing—deep, soulful, and laced with a quiet pain that mirrored Jenna’s own secret longing. For a few long, suspended seconds, the world around them faded into insignificance. In that moment, the raindrops, the darkened park, and the distant city lights all blurred into a hazy background for the raw, unspoken connection unfolding between them.
“Are you… cold?” Jenna finally managed, her voice barely rising above the murmuring rain.
The stranger’s silence was profound—yet his eyes seemed to answer her unspoken question. His gaze, dark and stormy, conveyed both gratitude and a wistful sorrow that left her breathless.
He murmured softly, “I’m… fine.”
The words were almost swallowed by the rain, but to Jenna, they were enough. Enough to spark a curiosity that would lead her down a winding path of discovery, love, and adventure.
For reasons she couldn’t explain, Jenna felt an overwhelming need to know this man—to learn the stories behind those mesmerizing eyes. With a tentative smile, she stepped back, leaving him to his solitude as she continued her walk, though her thoughts were no longer her own.
That night, as she lay in bed listening to the gentle tapping of the rain against her window, Jenna replayed the moment over and over in her mind. Who was he? What secrets lay hidden behind that pained gaze? And, most importantly, why had she felt an inexplicable pull toward him? The questions swirled in her thoughts like the eddies of a stormy sea.
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The next morning broke with a fragile promise of sunlight piercing through parting clouds. Jenna awoke with the memory of the previous night etched in her heart. Throughout her day, in the midst of routine and chatter, her mind kept drifting back to the park bench and the mysterious stranger.
Determined to find answers, she returned to the park later that afternoon. The rain had ceased, leaving the world washed and renewed, but the memory of that fateful encounter lingered like a tender whisper. There, on the familiar bench, she saw him again. This time, he was seated beneath an old oak tree, his posture both contemplative and solitary.
“Hello,” she greeted, a note of playful curiosity in her voice.
The man turned his head slowly, and though the remnants of the rain had left his hair slightly matted, his eyes shone with a clarity that belied the storm of emotions swirling within him.
“Hi,” he replied, his voice soft and measured, as if each word were chosen with care.
They sat in silence for a while, letting the quiet conversation of the park fill the space between them. Jenna couldn’t help but study him—each small detail was like a brushstroke on a mysterious canvas. The way his fingers tapped softly against the wooden bench, the tilt of his head as if listening to a melody only he could hear, and even the slight crinkle at the corner of his eyes when he smiled—all of it whispered a story of hidden depths and past sorrows.
After a few moments, she ventured, “I’m Jenna.”
He paused, then said, “Taehyung.”
The simplicity of the exchange was deceptive; within those two names lay the promise of a journey neither of them had yet imagined.
As the afternoon gave way to dusk, they continued to talk—first about the mundane things: the weather, favorite books, and local spots in the city. But slowly, the conversation deepened. Taehyung revealed fragments of his passion for art, his love for music, and a longing for a life that was both simple and profound. Jenna listened intently, her heart warming with every shared secret.
Their initial encounter, borne out of a spontaneous act of kindness, had blossomed into something tender and real. With each passing day, their meetings became a ritual—an interlude in the midst of life’s chaos where they could share dreams, vulnerabilities, and the quiet understanding that sometimes, words were not even necessary.
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Over the following weeks, the park transformed into a backdrop for their burgeoning romance. On sunlit afternoons, they would wander along winding paths, their conversations mingling with the rustle of leaves and the hum of distant city sounds. Jenna discovered that Taehyung had a poetic soul; he would often describe the beauty of a sunset in terms that made the sky seem alive, each hue a verse in a silent ballad.
One memorable day, as the early autumn breeze carried a hint of chill, they found themselves in a secluded corner of the park—a small garden tucked away behind an old stone wall. Here, among clusters of chrysanthemums and marigolds, Taehyung pulled out a small, worn sketchbook. With a reverence that made Jenna’s heart flutter, he began to draw.
For hours, he sketched the delicate interplay of light and shadow, the curves of the ancient stone, and, most intriguingly, a portrait of Jenna as he saw her. He captured the gentle curve of her smile, the thoughtful tilt of her head, and the kindness in her eyes. It was a moment of vulnerability—an offering of his inner world to someone he was beginning to trust with his heart.
When he finally showed her the drawing, Jenna was overwhelmed by the tenderness and raw emotion in every stroke. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”
Taehyung’s smile was small but sincere. “I wanted you to see how you inspire me,” he said quietly. “There’s so much I feel but sometimes I struggle to put it into words.”
Their bond deepened in these moments of shared creativity and quiet intimacy. They spent long evenings talking over cups of tea in little cafés, their laughter mingling with the soft music playing in the background. In the gentle glow of lamplight, amidst whispered secrets and hopeful dreams, Jenna and Taehyung discovered that their connection was not merely a spark but a steadily growing flame.
Yet, as their love grew, so did the mystery of Taehyung’s absences. There were days when he would vanish without a word—days when Jenna’s calls went unanswered and the park bench remained empty. Each disappearance left her with a gnawing worry and a cascade of questions. But every time he returned, his presence was like the gentle return of spring after a harsh winter, and Jenna forgave the silence with the hope that soon she might learn the truth.
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One crisp evening, as twilight bled into night, Jenna and Taehyung found themselves on a moonlit stroll along the riverbank. The city sparkled in the distance, and the air was filled with the soft scent of blooming jasmine. Hand in hand, they wandered through narrow alleys and open plazas, the world around them a blend of mystery and wonder.
They stopped by a small bridge, where the sound of flowing water mingled with their quiet conversation. Taehyung’s gaze drifted toward the dark water below, and for a moment, silence fell between them. Jenna sensed that he was wrestling with a hidden burden—a secret he had long guarded.
“Taehyung,” she said softly, “I feel like there’s so much more to your story than you’ve told me.”
He hesitated, his eyes reflecting both longing and hesitation. “Some things are hard to share,” he murmured, “because I fear that once you know, things might change.”
Jenna squeezed his hand gently. “I want to know you—all of you, even the parts that hurt. Because I believe that our love can bear any truth.”
That night, as they sat on the bridge watching the river carry away leaves and memories, a quiet promise was made. It was a promise of openness, of sharing burdens, and of facing the unknown together. Neither spoke of what the future might hold, but in their hearts, they knew that the path ahead—however challenging—was theirs to walk side by side.
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❝When the night falls, will you still remember me?
Or will I fade like footprints in the waves?❞
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The crisp autumn air carried a quiet stillness, save for the soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath Jenna’s boots. The park, once a place of warmth and whispered conversations, now seemed hauntingly empty. Taehyung hadn’t come today. Or yesterday. Or the day before that.
For the past few weeks, his disappearances had grown more frequent, his absences stretching longer each time. Whenever Jenna asked, he brushed it off with a gentle smile and vague words that felt like half-truths.
“I had something to take care of.”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I’m here now… isn’t that enough?”
Each excuse chipped away at Jenna’s patience, but she never pushed too hard—because whenever he was with her, he made her world brighter. His laughter was the kind of sound that felt like home, his voice like the softest melody that lingered even in silence.
But today, something felt wrong.
Taehyung wasn’t answering his phone.
Her calls went straight to voicemail. Her texts remained unread. He had vanished.
Worry gnawed at her as she clutched her phone, staring at their last conversation from three days ago. It had been nothing out of the ordinary—a casual, playful exchange about the changing weather and how Taehyung always forgot to carry an umbrella.
But now, Jenna wondered if she had missed something. A hidden message in his words? A quiet cry for help?
Frustration surged in her chest. She couldn’t just sit around waiting.
Tonight, she would search for him.
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The first place she checked was the bench where they first met—but the spot was empty, drenched in the golden glow of a nearby streetlamp. Next, she retraced their usual haunts: the small café where Taehyung loved to sketch, the art museum they once wandered through for hours, even the bookstore where he had pressed a poetry collection into her hands and said, “This reminds me of you.”
He was nowhere.
Just as she was about to give up, a memory surfaced—a small, abandoned greenhouse on the edge of the park, hidden behind ivy-covered fences.
They had stumbled upon it one evening when they got lost during a long walk. Taehyung had been strangely quiet that night, his fingers tracing the cracked glass panels, his breath fogging up the window as he whispered, “This place feels like a forgotten dream.”
With newfound determination, Jenna hurried toward the greenhouse, her heart pounding with anticipation.
As she neared the overgrown entrance, she noticed the faintest glow inside. Someone was there.
Pushing open the creaking door, she stepped into the dimly lit space.
And then—she saw him.
Taehyung sat on the ground, leaning against a dusty wooden crate, his head tilted downward as if lost in thought. Moonlight filtered through the shattered glass, illuminating his profile like a painting—beautiful yet heartbreakingly fragile.
He looked pale.
Too pale.
“Taehyung,” Jenna breathed, rushing forward.
He didn’t lift his head at first, but then, ever so slowly, his lips curved into a weary smile. “You found me.”
Her chest ached at his words. As if he had been waiting for her. As if he knew she would come.
She knelt beside him, fingers brushing over his damp coat. “Why are you here? What’s happening?”
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping in quiet defeat.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
Like this?
Jenna’s gaze flickered over him—his exhaustion, the way his hands trembled slightly, the way his breaths came shallow and slow.
She reached out instinctively, pressing a hand to his forehead. Too cold.
“Taehyung, you’re not okay.”
He let out a quiet laugh, though it lacked his usual warmth. “I never really was.”
And that’s when Jenna knew—he had been keeping a secret from her all along.
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Taehyung let Jenna take him home that night.
She made him tea, wrapped him in blankets, and sat beside him on the couch, her worry bleeding through every unspoken word.
“You need to tell me the truth,” she whispered, her fingers gripping the edge of her sweater. “No more half-answers. No more disappearing. What’s going on with you?”
For a long time, he didn’t speak.
Then, in a voice so quiet it barely reached her ears, he confessed.
“I’ve been losing my sight.”
The world seemed to freeze. Jenna’s heart stilled in her chest.
“What…?”
Taehyung exhaled, tilting his head back against the cushions. “It started a year ago. A rare condition. The doctors said it was irreversible. My vision has been fading little by little.” He swallowed. “Some days are better than others, but soon… I won’t be able to see at all.”
Jenna felt her breath hitch.
The way he always seemed to stare just past her, rather than at her. The way he sometimes hesitated when walking down unfamiliar streets. The way his fingers memorized the world—tracing edges, textures, the curves of her face as if painting a picture in his mind.
It all made sense now.
“Tae…” Her voice broke. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He turned to her then, eyes glassy but filled with something deeper than sorrow.
“Because I was scared.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Scared you’d look at me differently. Scared you’d pity me. Scared that… you’d leave before I even got the chance to say how much you mean to me.”
Tears burned at the back of Jenna’s eyes.
He had carried this alone.
Through every smile, every laugh, every shared moment—he had been battling a storm she never even knew existed.
Wordlessly, she reached for his hand, squeezing it tight. “I’m not leaving, Taehyung. Not now. Not ever.”
His fingers curled around hers, his grip both desperate and grateful.
And for the first time, he allowed himself to believe it.
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The following weeks became a whirlwind of stolen moments and whispered reassurances.
Jenna became his eyes—guiding him through streets, describing sunsets, painting vivid pictures of the world he would soon no longer see.
Taehyung, in turn, taught her what it meant to truly feel—to appreciate the way wind danced through autumn leaves, to savor the melody of rain against a windowpane, to memorize the sound of a heartbeat in the quiet of the night.
And when the time finally came—when the last remnants of his vision faded into darkness—Jenna remained.
She described the world to him with love woven into every word. She let him trace the contours of her face, memorizing every detail. She held his hand through every fear, every doubt, every moment of silence.
Until, one evening, as they sat on the very bench where their story first began, Taehyung smiled.
“I can’t see you anymore,” he murmured. “But I can still feel you.”
Jenna lifted his hand to her chest, pressing it over her heart.
“As long as this beats, you’ll never be alone.”
And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their past and the promise of their future, Taehyung knew—even in the darkness, love would always be his guiding light.
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THE END.
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❝Its nothing like us ...its nothing like you and me. ❞
･꒱Authors note:
Tbh If this oneshot EVER gets recognition..i want to thank my (family).It feels great that they supports my writing and motivates me always.TYSM FOR EXISTING ♡ ۫
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🐇⃝Self love isn't selfish.. Be proud of yourself 📋 ⠀♡✦♡⠀⋆ ⠀⎚
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