Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

6.0

Jimin sat on the plush leather couch in his vast, dimly lit living room. The soft sound of rain tapping against the enormous floor-to-ceiling glass windows filled the quiet space, creating a hauntingly serene atmosphere. Outside, the world was drenched in a heavy downpour, but inside, the storm in Jimin’s mind was far more turbulent.

In his hand, he swirled a glass of expensive alcohol, the amber liquid catching the faint light as he took a slow, deliberate sip. His eyes were dark, a shadow of brooding intensity clouding his once playful demeanor. His thoughts were consumed by Y/N, the woman he’d obsessed over for so long, and the new revelation that had shaken him to his core—her pregnancy.

The news should’ve softened him, should’ve brought joy, but it was the opposite. The thought of the child growing inside her didn’t comfort him; it gnawed at him. His grip on the glass tightened, the veins on his hand becoming more pronounced as a wave of jealousy and rage surged through him.

It wasn’t the baby that troubled him—it was the fact that the child wasn’t his. The knowledge that another man had touched her, had been close to her in ways he hadn’t, churned his stomach. It was an ugly, bitter truth that he couldn’t swallow, no matter how hard he tried. His mind raced with violent thoughts, his heart clenching as the image of Taehyung flashed before him.

He set the glass down on the table with a soft thud, his gaze distant as he leaned back into the couch. His fingers brushed over his lips as he closed his eyes for a moment, fighting the rage building within him. The idea of Y/N carrying someone else’s child made him sick with fury, and his possessiveness over her grew tenfold. He wanted her—no, he needed her—and no one, not even the child she carried, would change that.

A dark smirk curled at the corner of his lips as he whispered to himself, the room filled with the low, dangerous edge of his voice, “I may be the villain of your story, Y/N... but remember this.” His eyes opened, glowing with a deadly determination. “I will go to any lengths to keep you. To make you mine, no matter what it takes.”

His words lingered in the air, thick with obsession and menace. The rain outside continued to pour, its rhythm like a ticking clock, marking the time before the inevitable storm he would unleash. Jimin’s mind was set. If Y/N wanted the child, she could have it. But the fact that it wasn’t his, that Taehyung had a part of her, would forever be a thorn in his heart.

Still, he would accept it. Not because he wanted to, but because Y/N was his. And if he had to kill Taehyung and burn everything to the ground to keep her by his side, he would do it without hesitation.

“I’ll give you the world, Y/N... but no one, not even him, will take you from me,” he whispered again, the sinister promise in his voice echoing through the empty room, as the rain fell harder, mirroring the storm brewing in his heart.

Suddenly Jimin's phone vibrated, pulling him from his dark thoughts. His eyes flicked down to the screen, noticing Yoongi's name flash across it. He sighed, slightly irritated, since he had been trying to reach Yoongi for days, but his phone had been off. Now, of all times, he was calling. Jimin picked up the call, but before he could say a word, Yoongi's voice pierced through the line, hurried and tense.

"Listen to me carefully!" Yoongi's urgency immediately sent a chill down Jimin’s spine, making his posture straighten.

“What is it?” Jimin asked, his voice low but sharp.

“Taehyung’s on his way to your hidden spot. He knows about your location. You need to take Y/N and run—now!” Yoongi’s voice was edged with panic.

Jimin stood up abruptly, his grip tightening around the phone, fury simmering beneath his calm exterior. "What the hell? How does he know?" His mind raced, trying to piece together how Taehyung had found them.