Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

6.7

Jimin sat on his couch, his mind in a whirlwind of memories, replaying every moment he had with Y/N. The look in her eyes, the way she moved, even the way she glared at him. It was all he had ever wanted-to be near her, to have her in his life, even if she hated him.

In her hatred, he found love. Her cold stares were warmth to him, her disdain was affection in his twisted mind. At least she was there. At least he could see her, touch her, feel her presence. That had been enough.

But now, everything had changed.

The moment the bullet left his gun, the world around him had shattered. He had felt the shockwave tear through his chest as the reality of what he had done crashed down on him. The image of her, standing in front of Taehyung, taking the bullet meant for him, haunted him relentlessly. The blood, the panic, the way she crumpled to the ground-those moments would forever be etched into his soul.

As Jimin stared blankly at the floor, the weight of his guilt began to suffocate him. He had done the unthinkable. The woman he loved, his muse, the one he had adored from afar-he had hurt her. He had nearly killed her. And for what? His obsession, his selfish need to have her, to possess her.

But when he saw her fall, something inside him broke. In that instant, he realized that nothing mattered more than her safety. Not his need to have her, not his twisted fantasies of a life together. He didn't care if she never looked at him again, if she hated him for the rest of her life. As long as she lived, as long as she was breathing, that was all that mattered.

"I can't do this... I can't..." Jimin whispered to himself, his hands trembling as he clutched his head. The weight of what he'd done, of what he could have lost, crushed him. His love for her had never been about control, he realized now. It had never been about possession. It had always been about her, just her. Her life, her existence, meant more to him than anything else.

But how could he ever forgive himself?

It was his fault-he had pulled the trigger. He had been the one to put her life in danger. And now, he had to live with the knowledge that he had nearly taken away the one thing he cherished most in the world. The guilt gnawed at him, an endless pit of regret and self-loathing. He felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of it all.

Just as the memories consumed him, Yoongi's voice had broken through the chaos after the horrific scene. Yoongi had appeared, calm and composed as always, with his men to ensure their escape. But even as Yoongi helped Jimin into the car, pulling him away from the blood-soaked ground where Y/N had fallen, Jimin's mind remained fixated on her. His eyes had refused to leave her, his heart screaming for her, even as his body was pulled away.

Now, as he sat in the dimly lit room, his mind swirled with the torment of what he had done. Yoongi had tried to reason with him, to tell him there was no turning back, but Jimin couldn't hear it. All he could hear was the echo of that gunshot, and all he could see was Y/N collapsing to the ground.

"How do I live with this?" Jimin muttered, tears finally spilling from his eyes, his hands clutching at his chest as if trying to rip the pain from his heart. "How do I fix this...?"

But deep down, he knew. There was no fixing this. He had crossed a line, one that could never be undone. The love he had clung to, that had once been his light, had now become his curse.

And now, all he could do was watch her from the shadows, knowing that the best thing he could do for her was to disappear from her life forever. Even if it destroyed him.

Yoongi sat beside Jimin in silence, his gaze steady as he observed his broken friend. He had been with Jimin through every storm, every sleepless night where Jimin couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. Yoongi had witnessed the depths of his obsession-the way Jimin would spend hours sketching her face, whispering her name in his sleep, always consumed by thoughts of her. But now, the man who once seemed invincible in his pursuit of Y/N sat hunched over, crushed under the weight of his own emotions, burdened by guilt and regret.