Mr. Stone Head / Kim Taehyung ff

108. Trapped by Trust.

The men dragged Taehyung's limp body by his collar through the forest. Taehyung’s head lolled to the side, barely conscious. The rough terrain and cold night air made their task harder, but they seemed determined. Taehyung’s thoughts were a chaotic mix of fear and desperation. He had to stay alive for Y/N and their baby.

"Move faster," one of the men barked. "We need to get this done before anyone notices."

Taehyung's fingers twitched slightly, remembering the knife hidden in his hoodie. After what felt like an eternity, they reached a small clearing in the heart of the forest. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the scene. One of the men dropped Taehyung to the ground.

The men exchanged sinister glances, their expressions hardening as they prepared for the grim task ahead. They dragged Taehyung's limp body deeper into the forest, the sounds of their footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush. As they reached a secluded clearing, the leader stepped forward, brandishing the blade with a cruel smile.

"Any last words, pretty boy?" he sneered, lifting the blade high above his head.

Taehyung lay unconscious but somehow aware of the man's presence. Though his eyes refused to open, he keenly felt every moment. His heart throbbed with sadness. He tried to move, to open his eyes, but couldn't.

As the leader brought the blade closer to his neck, a sudden telepathic message intervened—a directive from the head alpha to ensure Taehyung's survival, halting the plan in its tracks.

The men dragged him back to the spot as directed by the alpha.

As they dragged Taehyung through the dense forest, his unconscious body bumping against the rough ground, the men spoke in low, urgent tones.

"I thought we were supposed to finish him back there," one muttered, his voice edged with concern.

"Yeah, what's with this sudden change?" another whispered, his footsteps heavy with the weight of their unexpected task.

"The alpha's orders are clear," a third voice interjected firmly. "We bring him to the designated spot. No questions."

They moved swiftly through the underbrush, the only sounds the rustling of leaves and occasional snaps of twigs underfoot. Taehyung remained oblivious to their conversation, his mind shrouded in darkness, while the men navigated the forest with purpose, their uncertainty palpable in the quiet of the woods.

They brought Taehyung to the cold basement, throwing him roughly onto the hard floor. His hands were tightly tied behind his back, rendering him immobile and vulnerable in the dimly lit space.

Taehyung blinked his eyes open, the throbbing in his head intensifying as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. He recalled the faint voices of men discussing his intended demise. Looking around, he found himself in a dark basement room devoid of windows, illuminated only by a single bare light bulb dangling overhead. The air was chilly and thick with an unsettling silence.

As he tried to move, Taehyung felt the tight ropes binding his hands behind his back, restricting his movement and heightening his sense of vulnerability. Fear gripped him as he realized the gravity of his situation. Alone in this cold, foreboding place, he knew he had to find a way to escape before whatever plan these men had in store could unfold.

Taehyung's heart sank as he thought of Y/N, alone and pregnant, facing her own fears and uncertainties. The image of her enduring this horror while carrying their child weighed heavily on his mind. He fought back tears, imagining her strength and resilience in such a dire situation.