Taeyang Before the Storm
Taeyang
Before the storm
She wouldn’t even look at me.
Yuna stood near the edge of the clearing, dusk bleeding through the crimson clouds above. The wind pulled at her hair — wild and untamed, like her. She was checking her weapons with mechanical focus, her movements sharp, purposeful, cold.
And I’d never wanted anything more than to feel her warmth again.
I watched her from the shadows of the trees, hand over the mark on my chest. It burned. Gods, it burned. Ever since the moment I saw hers flare to life, I hadn’t known a moment of peace. Only pain. Only the echo of her voice in my head saying, “You don’t want me.”
But she was wrong.
I had wanted her every day since the moment we met. And I’d run from it. Because I was a monster and she was… light.
She turned, finally sensing me.
Her eyes met mine, emotionless.
“Are you just going to keep staring?”
I stepped forward. Slowly.
“No. I just didn’t know if I was still allowed to speak to you.”
She scoffed.
“You're allowed to do a lot of things, Taeyang. Doesn’t mean you should.”
That hit harder than any blade ever had.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She shook her head, laughing bitterly.
“You did hurt me. Over and over again. You made me feel small. Like this bond was something shameful.”
I looked down, ashamed.
“I didn’t know how to want something good, Yuna. Not until it was too late.”
She walked past me, brushing my shoulder — but not stopping.
I turned quickly.
“Yuna—”
She froze.
My voice dropped.
“Do you feel it now? The bond? The ache? Because I feel it like it’s tearing me apart.”
She didn’t speak.
So I stepped closer.
“It’s not just fate,” I whispered. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”
Finally, she looked at me — but her eyes were full of tears she refused to shed.
“Then why did you run?” she whispered.
I swallowed hard.
“Because I didn’t think I deserved you.”
Silence stretched between us.
Then she said the one thing that broke me.
“Maybe you don’t.”
And she walked away.
The wind howled through the trees behind her, and the mark on my chest blazed like fire licking bone. But I didn’t follow.
I just stood there, alone in the smoke of my own regrets, as the storm of war rolled in.