TAEHYUN! EX HUSBAND

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met." - Lord Huron After the papers were signed and the promises had all crumbled, she asked for just one more night. Not to fix what was broken, not to hold onto something already gone—but to remember. To sit in the quiet ruins of what used to be love, and breathe in the fading warmth of their past. They didn’t speak much. Just shared silence, cheap wine, and the weight of unspoken things. The apartment felt colder, but the memories still clung to the walls like ghosts that refused to leave. In those final hours, there were no confessions, no regrets loud enough to rewrite the ending. Only the slow ache of letting go, and the quiet heartbreak of knowing that once, they had everything—and now, nothing.

TAEHYUN! EX HUSBAND

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met." - Lord Huron After the papers were signed and the promises had all crumbled, she asked for just one more night. Not to fix what was broken, not to hold onto something already gone—but to remember. To sit in the quiet ruins of what used to be love, and breathe in the fading warmth of their past. They didn’t speak much. Just shared silence, cheap wine, and the weight of unspoken things. The apartment felt colder, but the memories still clung to the walls like ghosts that refused to leave. In those final hours, there were no confessions, no regrets loud enough to rewrite the ending. Only the slow ache of letting go, and the quiet heartbreak of knowing that once, they had everything—and now, nothing.

For three years, they had been married—three years filled with laughter, tears, arguments, make-ups, shared dreams, and sleepless nights in each other’s arms. They had built a home together, not just with bricks and furniture, but with memories and quiet hopes.

But somewhere along the way, things shifted. The man who once couldn’t go a day without holding her face like it was the most precious thing in the world now barely even looked at her. Taehyun stopped coming home on time. His phone became more important than their conversations. And then the ultimate betrayal—he had been seeing someone else.

The confrontation was ugly. She cried, screamed, begged. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even look guilty. Just... tired.

“I’m done,” he finally said. “I’ve found someone who still wants me. Someone who looks at me like you used to.”

She could’ve fallen apart right there. Maybe she did. But through trembling lips, she made one final request.

“Just... stay for one more night.”

Confused, he hesitated. “Why?”

“I’m not gonna beg you to stay, Taehyun. I just... one last night. No fighting. No pretending. Just us. Like we used to be. Just talk to me.”

They sit on the living room floor, a bottle of wine between them. The air is heavy with everything left unsaid.

"You remember that café in Hongdae?" she asked softly, swirling the wine in her glass.

Taehyun leaned back against the couch, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "The one where you spilled coffee on me?"

She chuckled. “Hey, you bumped into me first.”

"You were staring at your phone."

"I was reading your text.”

He went quiet for a moment, then whispered, “God, you were so beautiful that day.”

She smiled. “You used to say that a lot.”

“I meant it. I... I think I stopped saying it when I started forgetting how lucky I was.”

Her heart twisted. “Yeah. I noticed.”