Serenade of taehyung 💗🫶

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Taehyung's POV:

The night felt heavier with every passing minute as Taehyung navigated the streets with his security team, his thoughts torn between the urgency of the mission and the nagging worry for Y/N. Her voice on the phone had shaken him more than he cared to admit. Please be careful, she had said, and he could still hear the tremor in her words. It was clear she was scared, and he couldn’t blame her. The life he led wasn’t a safe one, and now she was being dragged into it.

As they approached the old warehouse near the docks, Taehyung could feel the intensity building. They were close now. Whoever was behind this—whoever had come for Y/N—he was ready to end it. Once and for all.

The team split up, moving into position, but Taehyung kept his focus ahead, his gaze scanning the darkened building. He knew they were close. Too close.

Taehyung (to his security head, voice cold): "Find the leader. Take them out. No mercy."

He moved through the shadows, every muscle in his body coiled in anticipation. His heart pounded not just for the mission—but for Y/N. She was always at the forefront of his mind. Everything he did, every fight he fought, it was for her. The cold, calculating mafia king was one thing—but Taehyung the man, the lover, the protector, was something else entirely.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. A figure stepped out of the darkness, emerging from a side alley, his silhouette unmistakable.

Taehyung (under his breath, a curse slipping out): "Damien."

Mysterious Figure (voice low, almost mocking): "You should have stayed away, Taehyung. You think you can just hide her from me?"

Taehyung’s fists clenched, his knuckles cracking as his rage built. This was the man who had been behind the threats, the figure lurking in the shadows. Damien—his rival, his enemy, a snake in the grass who had been waiting for the right moment to strike.

Taehyung (stepping forward, voice deadly): "I warned you, Damien. You make a move against her, and it’ll be the last one you ever make."

Damien smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and amusement. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and moved with the confidence of someone who thought they couldn’t be touched. But Taehyung wasn’t going to let that arrogance last for long. He had crossed a line tonight.

Damien (laughing coldly): "You really think you can protect her forever? The deeper you get into this world, Taehyung, the harder it gets to shield her. She’s already in too deep."

Taehyung’s eyes flared with fury, but he forced himself to stay calm. This was what he had been waiting for. This was the moment where everything would change.

Taehyung (stepping even closer, voice low and threatening): "You’ve made a mistake, Damien. Because you’ll never get to her."

Just as Taehyung was about to make his move, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Y/N.

Without thinking, he answered, his voice a low growl despite the situation.

Taehyung (into the phone, voice softer but urgent): "Y/N... stay inside. Don’t move. I’m handling it, I promise."

There was a brief silence on the other end, and Taehyung could hear the shakiness in her voice. His chest tightened.

Y/N (trembling): "Taehyung... I—I don’t want to be alone. Please... please be careful. I can’t lose you."

His heart skipped a beat. The vulnerability in her voice, the raw fear, was enough to bring everything into focus. This wasn’t just about business anymore. This was about love. Protecting the woman he loved. The woman he promised to keep safe, no matter what the cost.