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Chapter 121: Like Stars, We Remember

A storm-drenched rooftop.

A dreamlike train station where the platform keeps vanishing.

Each one ends with that same aching moment.

A breath.
A pause.
A reach.

Then-The final scene.

The music softens into the low hum of stars, like you can hear the cosmos breathing.

We're in a theater.

cosmic, infinite, abstract. Light beams crisscross like constellations.

Tae appears again, dressed simply-just barefoot in loose pants and a soft white shirt.

His silhouette moves through starlight like he was born from it.

He dances.
Slow at first.
Weighted.

Like remembering hurts.

Then faster.
More sure.
More real.

And then-another figure enters.

Jimin.

All in black, a mirror of him.
Not in opposition. Not in contrast.
But in harmony.

He doesn't steal the light-he moves with it.

Together, they dance.
And it's not just movement.

It's conversation.
It's forgiveness.
It's acceptance.

Hands barely touching.
Then fully clasped.

Spins and lifts. Trust falling.
Gasping. Smiling.

Their forms become light-literally fractaling into ribbons of stardust and blooming galaxies.

As if the universe is saying, this is what love looks like when you remember.

The music swells one final time.

A last lift.
A breath caught.
A pause.

"And in this life," Taehyung whispers, voice raw, "I remember you."