It Ends With Us -2 || Taehyung ff || (Ft JJK)

Chapter 4 : Lucifer's Mistress

In the abandoned corridor of my heart,
you footsteps still echo late at night

A/n's POV

As Taehyung walked through the bustling streets of Canada, he breathed in the crisp air, hoping it would calm the storm in his mind. It had been eight long years since he'd felt anything but cold indifference. But today, something was different. His heart pounded in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that both frightened and thrilled him.

He crossed the road with the crowd, wanting to explore more of his surroundings, to get a feel of this foreign land. But as he stepped onto the other side, his heart suddenly lurched.

"Y/N," he whispered, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer, laden with longing and pain. His usually sharp eyes softened as they scanned the crowd, searching desperately for a glimpse of her.

Memories flooded his mind-memories of laughter, of shared dreams, and of a love that once burned so brightly. But then came the darker memories, the ones that haunted his nights. The betrayal, the anger, and the unbearable loss. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts, but the pounding in his chest wouldn't stop as he turned to the side. looking for her.

**Taehyung's POV:**

_"This feeling... it's impossible. After all these years? My heart, which has been numb for so long, is suddenly alive again. Y/N... are you here? Are you really here?"_

A/n's POV

Just as he turned back towards the street, the blaring horns and shouts of pedestrians caught his attention. A woman and child were hurrying across the road, and for a moment, he thought he saw her-Y/N. His breath caught in his throat, but when he looked closer to her back, it was just a stranger.

_"Damn it,"_ he cursed under his breath, scanning the crowd again, his desperation growing.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him out of his trance. He fumbled to answer it, still searching the crowd, his heart refusing to calm down.

"Hello, Taehyung!" Namjoon's voice came through the line, breaking through the fog in his mind.

"Huh, yes, hyung?" Taehyung replied, his voice distant, as if he were speaking from another world.

"Where are you? We're getting late. Remember, we have to visit the Canadian mafia to talk about Y/N and the Part Ji Sung matter," Namjoon reminded him, his tone firm yet understanding.

Taehyung's eyes darted one last time across the crowd, the hope slowly draining from his body. He sighed heavily, the weight of reality settling back on his shoulders.

"I'm coming in 10 minutes... just need to grab something to eat," Taehyung muttered, his voice hollow, eyes still scanning the area.

"Alright, but hurry up," Namjoon said before hanging up.

As he began to walk away, a familiar feeling tugged at him. He stopped and glanced back, the strange sensation washing over him again. He didn't see her, but he felt her presence. It was almost tangible, like she was just out of reach, slipping through his fingers like sand. He sighed and left with the crowd.

On the other side of the street, Y/N turned around, her heart racing in her chest. She felt it too-that undeniable, unexplainable feeling. The presence of someone she thought she'd never see again.

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Present

Taehyung entered the Canadian mafia mansion, the heavy oak doors closing behind him with a thud.