Rewriting Our Fate ( Sequel Of LoM )

Tracing Hearts

Taehyung’s car skidded to a stop just outside the abandoned building, his heart pounding as he took in the eerie silence surrounding the place. He’d been tracking Jennie’s location for hours, following the tiny GPS embedded in the pendant he’d given her years ago. His hands clenched around his phone, staring at the blinking dot on the map—it had to be here.

Without hesitation, he made his way toward the entrance, eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The building was decrepit, the paint peeling from its walls, windows clouded with dust. But he didn’t let that slow him down. He moved swiftly through the hallways, his footsteps quiet but purposeful, his senses on high alert.

Finally, he heard it—a faint, muffled sound coming from a door at the end of a narrow corridor. Taehyung’s pulse quickened as he approached, his hand reaching out to test the doorknob. Locked.

Without a second thought, he took a step back and kicked it with all his strength, the door splintering open. Inside, he saw Jennie, her hands bound, eyes wide with shock and relief as she took in the sight of him.

"Taehyung!" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

He rushed to her, quickly untying the ropes around her wrists. "Jennie, are you okay? Are you hurt ?" His fingers gently brushed over the raw marks on her wrists, his gaze full of worry and anger.

Before she could utter a single word, the door burst open. Hana entered, flanked by two tall men with grim expressions. Jennie’s eyes widened as she instinctively took a step back, her heart pounding.

Taehyung stepped forward protectively, his gaze narrowing at Hana. "Who are you, and why are you doing this?"

Hana's face twisted with an unsettling mix of anger and adoration. "I'm the one who truly loves you, Taehyung. None of them ever deserved you—not Jennie, not anyone else." Her voice cracked as her obsession became palpable, the intensity of her gaze never wavering from him.

Taehyung looked at her with a mixture of disgust and confusion. " This isn't love. You can't force people to be with you like this."

But Hana wasn't listening. She nodded to the two men, and chaos erupted as they charged at Taehyung. The first man swung a heavy fist, but Taehyung ducked, the punch grazing his shoulder as he countered with a quick jab to the man’s gut. The man doubled over, gasping for breath, and Taehyung seized the opportunity to push him aside, sending him crashing into a nearby table.

The second man lunged at Taehyung from behind, attempting to wrap his arms around him, but Taehyung anticipated the move. He spun, bringing his elbow down hard on the man's head. The man staggered back, dazed, but quickly recovered, throwing a wild kick aimed at Taehyung's side. Taehyung narrowly avoided it, feeling the rush of wind as the kick missed.

With adrenaline coursing through him, Taehyung feigned a retreat, baiting the second man into pursuing him. As the man rushed forward, Taehyung pivoted sharply, grabbing the man's arm and using his momentum to flip him onto the floor. The impact rattled the room as the man crashed down, his body sprawled awkwardly.

In the silence that followed, Hana looked around frantically as the faint sound of police sirens drifted in from outside. Panic filled her eyes, and her body tensed.

Seeing no escape, she let out a shriek and lunged toward Taehyung, a knife gleaming in her hand. Her voice was shrill and desperate. "If I can't have you, no one can!"

Time seemed to slow as she charged. Taehyung’s instincts kicked in, and he sidestepped, grabbing her wrist to redirect the knife away from him. The blade grazed his arm, drawing a thin line of blood, but he fought through the pain. “Stop this!” Taehyung shouted, his grip tightening on her wrist. “This isn’t the way!”