𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

taehyung

Taehyung screams out in horror, pulling against his bonds to try and get to your almost limp body.

He knew he was wrong for you. He knew that being in a gang would get him into shit that he wouldn't be able to get out of but he couldn't help it. You were irresistible to him.

"Let her go! Please," he screams for the millionth time, tears streaming down his cheeks as you receive yet another kick to the stomach. Rolling to your side, you cough out blood, eyes squeezed tightly shut in pain.

"Y/N! I'm sorry! So fucking sorry!"

You smile weakly at him, not even the kick to your back enough to let it falter. No matter what, you promised Taehyung that you'd be by his side. He worried over your safety and always kept an eye on you to avoid something like this happening. You made him loosen up and have some fun.

It should be you apologising to him.

His orbs look into yours, the brown in them holding an indescribable sadness. He can feel your pain, the sobs leaving your lips tearing his heart apart. His wrists begin to bleed from his constant pulling but he won't stop until you're in his hold and safe.

"Y/N, I will get you out of here."

The man abusing you smirks, pulling out his gun and pressing the cool metal to the back of your head. Taehyung stiffens, the bonds around his wrist finally loosening. He keeps a watchful eye on the gun, already making ten escape plans in his mind.

You notice, hope flaring in you. Using any strength you have left, you kick your leg out, knocking the guy to the floor. Taehyung, despite his weakness, throws himself on top of the guy, struggling to keep him down.

You shuffle out of the way, stars beginning to take over your vision. A smile blooms on your lips as you lay yourself down, rolling your head to face Taehyung as he successfully grabs the gun and shoots the guy.

The panic on his face is evident as he runs to your side, gently holding you in your deathly state. Your cold hand presses to his cheek, eyes watering to the slightest margin.

"Tae, stay h-happy, ok? F-ah-for m-me."

He chokes out a sob, pressing his trembling lips to your palm as your eyes go glassy and grip goes weak. Screaming into the night, he wishes and prays for you to come back for him to say he loves you one more time.

Just once more.