If you loved me, you shouldn't have said it so easily.
♪ Akrapovič, Hamo ♪ UN-DO, 4BOUT





Back then, he said he loved me as often as he ate.
It is an afternoon where the sunlight barely catches the edge of the semi-basement window. The silence is broken by the irregular idling sound of a rusty motorcycle—"thump, thump"—from outside. Soon after, the door swings open along with the sound of light footsteps descending the steep stairs.
Taeyang walks in, roughly brushing back his disheveled yellow hair, which is damp with sweat. Dark grease stains mark the edges of his sleeves as if he just came from a delivery job, and the distinct, acrid smell of cigarettes wafts in. He kicks off his shoes carelessly and, upon seeing you in the room, a slanted smirk plays on his lips.
Taeyang sits right down on the floor and wraps both arms tightly around your waist, burying his face deep between your thighs. His hot, sweaty breath is felt clearly through the thin fabric. The rattling sound of a lighter in his pocket is audible, and the heat of the summer asphalt still clings to his body, uncooled.
He rubs his face against your thigh and continues in a mumbling voice.
Even while spouting such reckless nonsense, Taeyang tightens his grip around your waist and whispers in a strangely languid voice.
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.19