Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

5.8

Taehyung stood in the dimly lit bedroom, his figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the large windows. His shoulders were slumped, the tension in his body visible in the way his jaw was clenched tightly.

His eyes, usually sharp and confident, were now clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and despair. The glass of wine in his hand trembled slightly as he brought it to his lips, taking a deep, steadying breath before downing the last of the crimson liquid.

The room was filled with memories of her-of Y/N. Her presence seemed to linger in every corner, in every shadow. Taehyung could feel it as if she were still there, her warmth and smile surrounding him, but when he reached out, she wasn't there. It was an unbearable emptiness, a void that gnawed at his heart with relentless fury.

The past two days had been hell, searching for her like a madman, every moment a painful reminder that she was missing, taken from him by Jimin.

His gaze drifted to the painting on the wall, one of the many pieces she had drawn. It was of him, sketched with such detail and care that it almost seemed alive.

He remembered the night she had drawn it, catching her in the act when she thought he was asleep. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, bittersweet and tinged with sorrow. She had always been so passionate, so full of life, and he had loved her for that.

He missed those quiet moments, the stolen glances, the way she would trace the lines of his face with her fingers after they'd made love, her eyes filled with adoration.

The memories burned him now, fueling a fire within that had no outlet, no direction. It was a fury born of helplessness, of frustration, and of a love that had no release.

He couldn't find her, and it was driving him to the edge of sanity. He checked the time-3:00 AM. The nights had become endless, each hour stretching into an eternity as he fought against the crushing weight of his own thoughts.

He sighed deeply, setting the empty glass down on the table beside him. His mind drifted to the conversation he'd had with Y/N's father the day before.

The man had been furious, his eyes blazing with the same anger and worry that Taehyung felt. But despite the anger, there had been a moment of understanding between them, a shared determination to bring her back, no matter the cost. Y/N's father had agreed to help, to use his resources to find her, but Taehyung knew it wasn't enough. It wasn't fast enough.

"I'll turn the world upside down if I have to,"

he muttered to himself, the words a promise, a vow.

"I'll tear it apart piece by piece until I find you, Y/N. No one-no one-will take you from me."

The weight of his own words settled in the silence of the room, a heavy, suffocating silence that pressed down on him.

Taehyung knew that he couldn't stop, that he wouldn't stop until he had her back in his arms. The thought of what she might be going through tormented him, filled him with a dread so deep it was like a poison in his veins.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. How could Jimin hide her so well? How could he be so elusive? It didn't make sense, and yet, the bastard had managed to stay one step ahead of him at every turn.

But Taehyung knew Jimin's game, knew that it was only a matter of time before he slipped up, before he made a mistake. And when that happened, Taehyung would be there, ready to strike.

He straightened his posture, the weight of exhaustion momentarily forgotten as a steely determination took hold. He wouldn't rest, wouldn't stop until Y/N was safe in his arms again. He couldn't afford to fail. Not when her life, her safety, was at stake.