The forest held its breath.

Taehyung’s heels sank into damp moss with every step, the red dress catching on twigs she was too stubborn to avoid. Silk, impractical, slit up the left thigh to somewhere indecent. She’d chosen it deliberately three hours ago, standing before her closet in the cottage at the wood’s edge, fingers trailing over cotton day dresses and wool skirts before landing on this scrap of crimson nothing.