The tension in the air is thick as you rub your aching wrists, the sting of freedom bittersweet against your raw skin. Each shallow breath feels louder in the empty silence that's fallen over the room as Mingyu and the figure lock eyes, frozen in a moment of hostile recognition.
Slowly, you shift, inching toward the wall, hoping to slip into the shadows. Mingyu hasn't noticed your movement—his focus is fixed on the figure by the door, his grip tightening on the gun in his hand. You squint, your vision still slightly blurry from the throbbing headache, but you can make out the features of the intruder. His stance is steady, shoulders square, eyes burning with a determination that seems to cut through the haze of your fear.
Taehyung.
He stands there, a controlled storm simmering beneath his calm exterior. The sight of him ignites a spark of courage within you, one that fights against the dull ache and exhaustion.
"You really thought you could get away with this, didn't you?" Taehyung's voice is like steel, slicing through the quiet. He doesn't even look at you, his gaze locked firmly on Mingyu, an unmistakable promise of retribution glinting in his eyes.
Mingyu laughs, the sound dark and twisted. "And what are you going to do about it? This little hero act... it's not going to end well for you." He raises the gun, aiming it squarely at Taehyung, his smirk returning with an almost manic edge.
You feel a surge of panic—Taehyung's unarmed, and Mingyu is clearly unhinged. But before Mingyu can pull the trigger, Taehyung lunges forward with lightning speed, knocking the gun from Mingyu's grasp. It clatters to the ground, and the two men are locked in a fierce struggle, each fighting for control.
You don't waste another second. With your hands free, you frantically search the room for something—anything—you can use to help. Your eyes fall on a rusted pipe lying near the wall, and you grab it, your grip firm despite the pain radiating through your wrists.
Just as Mingyu gains the upper hand, pinning Taehyung to the ground with a triumphant grin, you rush forward, bringing the pipe down on Mingyu's back with every ounce of strength you can muster. He lets out a furious growl, twisting around to face you, but the blow gives Taehyung the chance he needs to roll free.
Taehyung scrambles to his feet, grabbing Mingyu by the collar and landing a punch that echoes off the warehouse walls. Mingyu stumbles, the shock evident in his expression as blood drips from his split lip. His gaze flicks between you and Taehyung, his once-confident demeanor crumbling.
"You made one mistake," Taehyung says, voice low and dangerous. "Underestimating us."
Mingyu snarls, looking for an escape, but Taehyung steps forward, blocking his path. His voice drops to a whisper only you and Mingyu can hear, full of a promise as cold as ice. "You'll regret everything you did to her."
Taehyung's words hang in the air like a storm cloud as Mingyu, bruised and broken, stumbles back, finally realizing he's lost control. You and Taehyung share a quick glance—one of silent understanding, of strength and determination—before Taehyung grabs your hand, pulling you away from the darkness and back into the light of freedom.
You follow Taehyung, each step pulling you further away from the suffocating tension of the warehouse. The adrenaline slowly fades, leaving behind the weight of exhaustion and a dozen questions tangled in your mind. But one question fights to the surface, pressing against your lips until you finally voice it.
"How... how did you know where to find me?" You look up at Taehyung, the flicker of relief in his eyes met by the tired strength in yours.
He paused, his gaze flickering between you and the warehouse, a dark cloud of anger gathering in his eyes. "You went off the radar, and I couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong." His voice was a low growl, a chilling promise of retribution. "Then we picked up some chatter, enough to piece things together."
His grip tightened on your hand, and you felt a surge of warmth, a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. His knuckles were still dusted with Mingyu's blood, a stark reminder of the danger you'd both faced.
"I couldn't risk waiting any longer," he said, his voice barely a murmur, laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "I couldn't leave you there."
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You felt a blush creep up your neck, a warmth that spread through your body, a strange mix of vulnerability and desire.
"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.
He nodded, his gaze meeting yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity. His eyes were dark, intense, and you saw a flicker of something in their depths—a raw emotion that mirrored your own.
"Let's get you out of here," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I don't think I can rest until I know you're safe."
He pulled you closer, his arm brushing against your side, sending a shiver down your spine. You felt a sudden urge to lean into him, to bury your face in his chest, to feel his warmth against your skin.
The silence stretched between you, charged with unspoken desires. You could feel his gaze on you, and you couldn't help but glance back, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
"Taehyung..." you started, your voice catching in your throat.
He stopped walking, turning to face you. His eyes held yours, a silent question hanging in the air. The streetlights cast long shadows, stretching out around you, creating a world of their own.
You felt a rush of courage, a sudden need to bridge the gap between you. You reached up, your fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw.
"I..." you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. You felt the heat of his body, the strength of his presence, and a sudden, overwhelming desire to feel his lips against yours.
The world around you faded, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. All that mattered was the moment, the intensity of his gaze, the promise of something more.
Then, a wave of dizziness washed over you, a sudden weakness that made your knees buckle. You felt yourself slipping, your vision blurring.
"Taehyung..." you whispered, your voice a mere breath.
He caught you before you fell, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. You felt his muscles tense, his grip firm and reassuring.
"It's okay," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against your fading consciousness. "I've got you."
He lifted you, his arms strong and steady, and you felt yourself being carried. The world tilted, the city lights swirling into a dizzying pattern.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you," he whispered, his voice a promise against your ear.
You felt a surge of warmth, a sense of security that calmed the storm within you. But the darkness was closing in, pulling you deeper into its embrace.
"Taehyung..." you whispered, your voice fading into a mere sigh.
The city lights blurred, the sounds of the city fading into a distant hum. You felt a sense of peace, a strange sense of contentment as you drifted into unconsciousness, the weight of his arms a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos.
You knew you were safe. You knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you.
And as the darkness enveloped you, you felt a faint smile touch your lips. You had found your haven.
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R.I.P Yeontan 🕊️
You will always be remembered....I know this happened like a month ago and I apologise for not updating this story
I had a huge writer block...pls forgive me bbgs😔
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