The house was still when Y/N woke.
If she’d even slept at all.
The sky outside the narrow windows was a dull gray-blue, the kind of cold light that made the shadows feel softer than they really were. Everything felt muted. Distant.
She stayed in bed for a long time.
Not because she was tired.
Because she didn’t know who she was going to be when she stepped out that door.
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The box still sat on the floor beside the bed.
The photo. The ring. The cracked watch.
And the video burned into her mind.
“I never stopped the mission because I pitied you.
I stopped it because you mattered.”
She hated that it made her chest ache.
Hated more that it didn’t feel like a lie.
She got up.
Slowly.
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The scent of something warm reached her first.
Coffee.
Soft. Bitter.
The sound of a mug placed on the counter.
He was in the kitchen.
Not pacing. Not sharpening knives or cleaning weapons like he had for days.
Just… standing.
Still.
Like he was waiting.
Not for her.
Just for whatever came next.
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She stepped into the kitchen without a word.
Taehyung didn’t look at her.
Didn’t flinch.
He poured a second cup of coffee and slid it across the table toward the chair opposite him.
Like he’d do it for anyone.
Like it didn’t mean anything.
But it did.
She sat.
Didn’t touch the coffee.
Didn’t look at him either.
The silence between them wasn’t angry anymore.
Just tired.
Heavy.
Full of everything they weren’t saying—but maybe didn’t have to.
Not yet.
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Taehyung cleared his throat.
She looked up.
His voice, when it came, was hoarse.
“I’ll take you somewhere else, if you want.”
She didn’t blink. “You don’t have to.”
He met her eyes.
And for a second, it wasn’t war.
Wasn’t mission.
Wasn’t survival.
It was just two people sitting in a kitchen, both too scared to admit what they might have become to each other.
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