Behind Flashing Lights | vsoo

When It's Quiet

It was 1:15 in the morning. The walls are still. The air was heavy. And Jisoo's phone buzzed against the kitchen counter like it always does when the world gets too loud.

T:
"Are you home?”

He didn't flirt this time nor played games. She stared at the message for a moment before typing.

Jisoo:
“Yeah. Door’s open.”

Fifteen minutes later, the door creaked open. Taehyung stepped inside. Calm as always.

He’s always soft when he comes to her. He walks like someone who doesn’t want to disturb her peace.

Jisoo doesn’t look up right away—she’s seated on the floor, holding a cup of tea she hasn’t drinked yet. She only glanced at him when she heard the door shut.

They don’t date. They don’t call. They don’t talk unless it’s after midnight and something’s gone wrong. Whenever the world feels too loud—tiring rehearsals, meetings that would end in shouting, they would meet somewhere quiet.

"Bad day?" she started.

He nods. "Long one."

He moved to the couch, leaned back and closed his eyes. They didn't speak for ten minutes.

Then, “They cut one of my tracks,” Taehyung finally spoke. His voice was calm, but his jaw tightened.

“The one you played for me?” she asked and he nods.

“They said it didn’t fit the image. But I made it for the fans." He sound frustrated.

Jisoo watched him in the dark. He’s always like this—honest, tired, and trying not to fall apart.

Later, they move to the bedroom without a word.

It’s wasn't about just intimacy tonight—it never really was.

It was the closeness. Warmth. The kind of quiet comfort two lonely people wrap themselves in when the world outside doesn’t make sense.

Taehyung holds her like he means it. Because he always does. His fingers brush down her spine like he’s memorizing it. Like he doesn’t know if she’ll let him do this again tomorrow.

"You always run when it gets real." he whispered into her shoulder. His voice wasn't accusing her. Just tired.

Jisoo flinched at what he said, but didn't argue. Because it was true. She does. Every time.

After everything, they're lying there—him on his back, her's was facing him.

The silence wrapped them.

And then he spoke—quiet, calm, like someone who's rehearsed it a thousand times.

"I don’t just come here when I’m breaking or when things get hard, Jisoo."

She tensed. She couldn't come up with a reply.

"I come here because this feels like the only place I’m not pretending—with you."

Still, she said nothing.

"You act like you don’t want this to be more." He continued. "But every time I try to step away, you pull me back." His voiced cracked.

Jisoo finally turned to face him. Her eyes were glossy—not just with tears, but something more restrained. Something she was terrified of.

"I don’t know how to do this." she said, almost whispering. "I'm scared that if this becomes real, we'll hurt each other." She finally told him.

Taehyung looked at her face—studying her expression. Then he slowly nods.

"Okay."

He pulled her gently against his chest. He didn’t try to change her mind. Atleast not now. He just held her, like she’s allowed to be afraid, and he’ll still be there.

Taehyung left before sunrise. Like always. It was their routine.

Before she could go back to sleep, her phone buzzed.

T:
"I will always choose you. I'll always wait for you."

Jisoo stared at the screen for a long time. She didn't reply.

But this time, she didn't delete his message. Instead, she changed his contact name to "Taehyung."