A Kim Taehyung ff.
[Book 2]
"Nice to meet you, S."
The doctor and the Gangster lived their lives peacefully until the darkness begins to invade their life again.
Everything falls apart. The laughter turned into sobs...
The nightmare of the country...
I think of you, I miss you, I need you, I love you. But I can't tell any of it to you.
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[A/N: Sorry for late update. I was caught up in personal life.]
"S is here." Taehyung smirked, his voice husky, and whispered, "Right behind you."
The enemies turned, their eyes widening just as they saw a dark shadow loom behind them. Before they could react, blood spurted from their mouths. Taehyung's lips twisted into a grim smile, now stained with blood, as the bodies slid to the floor, lifeless. Standing over them was S, her daggers dripping crimson as blood ran down her elbows.
"How did you find me?" Tae croaked, his voice weak but filled with awe.
Sri didn't respond with words at first. She focused on cutting through the thick ropes that bound his wrists. Her movements were swift, efficient, but her eyes told a different story—beneath the calm exterior, there was a fear of losing him. A flicker of emotion betrayed her usually composed nature.
"I have my sources," she finally replied. She cut through the last of the rope, her hands trembling slightly as she helped him free from his restraints.
Taehyung opened his mouth to ask more, but before he could speak, his legs gave way beneath him. "Are you alone—" His words were cut off as the pain from his bound limbs surged.
Sri caught him just before he collapsed, her grip firm. But the pain didn't seem to matter to Taehyung as he leaned into her. His heart pounded as memories of their past rushed through him, emotions long buried surfacing with every beat. The pain in his body seemed to fade away, swallowed by the overwhelming feeling of her presence. This was the first time in two years that he'd come this close to her, and the familiarity of it was intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent—her warmth, something he had longed for but never dared to admit.
The moment stretched, lingering in a bittersweet silence. He wanted to stay in her arms, to forget the world outside and the chaos they were surrounded by. But he refrained from holding her tighter, knowing this was not a normal reunion. They were not free to simply love each other; they were bound by their shared sins. And yet, in those few seconds, Taehyung allowed himself to feel what he had been denying: he missed her more than anything. He had lived within the walls of the Titans not just to stay safe, but to avoid the pain of missing her, only to find that the more he tried to escape, the more entangled he became in his feelings.
He had always hated her, but at the same time, loved her with an intensity that terrified him. He wanted to end it all, put a bullet through her, but would also take a bullet to protect her. He wanted to pull away from her, yet he would give everything to be with her.
"Easy," Sri murmured softly in his ear, snapping him back to the present. He could feel the ache in his bruised body, the physical reminders of the pain he had endured, but the emotional whirlwind inside him was louder.
