Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

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The elevator doors slid open, revealing Taehyung standing there, his face taut with worry, his jaw clenched. Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her tightly as if she might disappear. His heartbeat thudded rapidly against her chest, and Y/N could feel the tension coursing through him, his fear and anger palpable.

“Taehyung,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath as she hugged him back, but something in his demeanor felt off. As she pulled away from the embrace to look at him, she saw his eyes darken, shifting from worry to something much more dangerous.

His gaze drifted past her, landing on Jimin, who stood silently in the back of the elevator, his head down, not making a move. But that didn’t matter. In Taehyung’s mind, Jimin was here for one reason—to take Y/N away again.

Before Y/N could say anything, Taehyung's expression twisted into rage. “You bastard!” he growled, his voice venomous.

In a flash, Taehyung rushed forward, his fist connecting with Jimin's jaw with a sickening crack. Jimin stumbled back, crashing into the wall of the elevator, but he didn’t raise a hand to defend himself. Taehyung's fury blinded him as he unleashed blow after blow, his fists meeting Jimin’s face, ribs, and stomach.

"You think you can come back here and take her from me? After everything?" Taehyung roared, his words filled with possessive anger. His fist slammed into Jimin's side again, sending him collapsing to the floor.

Jimin didn't resist, didn’t fight back, as if he believed he deserved the punishment.

"Taehyung, stop!" Y/N screamed, her heart racing in panic as she ran to him, grabbing his arm just as he prepared to strike again.

“Taehyung! Stop it, please!” Her voice broke as she tried to get his attention, pulling at his arm with all her strength. But he was too lost in his rage, too focused on the man he believed was trying to take his wife from him.

Y/N stepped in between them, her hand pressing against Taehyung's chest as she pushed him back. "Taehyung, look at me! Stop it!"

His breathing was erratic, his chest heaving as he looked down at her, his fists still clenched, knuckles bloodied from the assault. His eyes flickered between Y/N and Jimin, who lay on the ground, battered but still silent. Slowly, Taehyung’s gaze softened as he realized what he was doing, his anger starting to dissipate.

"He’s not here to take me away," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling but firm. She looked up into his eyes, trying to calm him down. “He’s not a threat anymore.”

Taehyung's brow furrowed, his chest still rising and falling heavily as he tried to process her words.

“He’s leaving, Taehyung,” Y/N continued softly, keeping her hand on his chest, feeling the tension still lingering in his muscles. "He’s not trying to take me. He came to say goodbye. Please, stop hurting him.”

Taehyung’s lips parted slightly as he looked at her, then back at Jimin. His anger wavered, replaced by confusion and uncertainty. He lowered his fists, taking a step back, but his jaw remained clenched tightly.

"Goodbye?" Taehyung muttered, his voice still rough with residual anger.

Y/N nodded, still holding his hand tightly. “Yes. He’s leaving. He won’t bother us anymore, I promise.”

For a moment, Taehyung stood there, his eyes darting between Y/N and the bruised and bloodied figure of Jimin on the floor. His breathing began to slow, but his protective instincts still flared. "If he ever—"

“He won’t,” Y/N interrupted, her voice soft but resolute. She placed her other hand on Taehyung’s cheek, forcing him to focus on her. "He’s leaving, Taehyung. We’re safe."