SAVE ME ||A Kim Taehyung Fanfiction||

⫣59⫦ The End

I'm being pulled back, the knife knocked from my hand in a single, efficient move.
There are two strong hands holding me in place, but I'm too lost in my rage to pay them any notice.

I just scream and trash against the hold.

I don't see anything but my father on the floor.
I want revenge.
Plain and simple.

I want him to know what it feels like to die like I did.
He deserves it.
He deserves so much worse!

"You did this! You took him from me! I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!"

"Lian! Look at me. Lian!"

I trash only more wildly.
No...

Even now I hear his voice.
I can't do this...

I just want the pain to stop, but I have to take my father with me.
At least this way, his cruelty will end.

"I'll kill him. I have to. Let me go!
He made me hurt him.
He promised they would be fine if I did. Let me go!"

"Never!"

The single word manages to break through my crazed mind.

Powerful, promising, endless.

"I will never let you go ever again."

I still in the strangers arms.
That voice...
The smell surrounding me...

It can't be.

I raise my head.

He looks down at me.

A whimper escapes me.

Impossible.

"I'm here, Lian." Taehyung says, bringing up his hands to stroke away a strand of hair, then rests his hand against my cheek.
Warmth fills me for the first time in months.

I'm beyond words.
Alive.

I can only look at him.
My Taehyung.
Maybe I'm already dead.

I don't care.
He's here.
I don't care how.

There would be time for questions later.

"Tae," I whisper.

A sound of utter relieve as my world starts spinning again, time resuming and my heart gives off a first beat again.

He nods and I take him in.

His hair has gotten even longer and fluffier, his face a bit paler, but alive.

And those sparkling, dark eyes...

Alive.

"I love you."

The thing I regretted the most in my life- never telling him those three words, even as they could never begin to describe the depth of my feelings for him.

I reach up to touch his face, his lips, his nose, his cheeks.

Alive.

I'm still not sure this is real or just a way for my mind to cope with the loss.

That is until he grins down at me.

Alive.

"I know you do. How can you not? I'm awesome."

"Oh God," I shudder out as I move forward and let myself be wrapped in his warmth.

His hands come around my back, pulling me closer too.
I let my head rest against his chest.

Maybe I am dreaming.
Maybe I have died and gone to heaven.
But I don't care.

All I know is that he is here.

I can see him.
Touch him.
Hear him.
His strong heartbeat is like a source of energy and with every beat, my heart starts beating again too.

Alive.

He chuckles but at the same time strokes my head with a comforting touch, soothing me.

"You can stop saying that. I'm alive, Lian. I'm Okay."

I didn't even realize I had spoken aloud.
I don't want to draw away, but I also have to see his face again.
Make sure it's really him.

It still is.

His face.
His nose, his cheeks, his lips, his eyes.

"How?" I breath, my voice still barely more than a whisper, like I'm afraid if I'm too loud he'll disappear again.

His smile is gentle as he reaches out and strokes away a tear I haven't even noticed.