A week bled away like rainwater down grimy gutters. Yoongi and Mimi vanished into the city's indifferent sprawl—no calls, no texts. Just silence.
Downstairs, Sana drifted through empty rooms, her eyes perpetually red-rimmed. Tae caught glimpses of her through the lobby window—a brittle ghost clutching a teacup, staring at the driveway where Yoongi’s car last idled.






















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