Y/N: "Because we took the WRONG WAY!"
Taehyung: "What? No way. I checked the signs!" (His brows furrowed in doubt.)
Y/N: "Then look around! Do you see any trekking or camping fields? No! This is a FOREST, Taehyung!"
His gaze followed theirs, scanning the thick greenery, the eerie silence of the place suddenly becoming more noticeable. His stomach dropped. Had he misread the signs?
Y/N: (Voice shaking slightly) "We need to go back… right now."
A heavy stillness settled between them. There were no other vehicles, no sign of civilization. Just them, a lonely road, and the unsettling whispers of the wind weaving through the trees.
Taehyung noticed the fear in your eyes and reached out, gripping their shoulders gently.
Taehyung: "Hey, Y/N… calm down. We’ll turn back, okay?"
Y/N hesitated before nodding slightly. But just as Taehyung was about to start the bike again—
BOOM!
A loud, rumbling thunderclap split the air.
Taehyung flinched hard, his breath hitching as he clamped his hands over his ears, squeezing his eyes shut.
Taehyung: "Arghhh… not now…!"
Your heart skipped a beat at his reaction.
Y/n:"Taehyung? What happened?!" (They reached out, but he backed away, his face tense with distress.)
Another boom.
Then another.
Taehyung’s breathing became uneven, his hands trembling slightly. His usual composed self—strong, playful, teasing—was suddenly nowhere to be found.
Y/N: "Taehyung…?" You whispered, watching him like he was about to shatter.
He was trying to hold it together, but the storm—those deafening cracks of thunder—were breaking through his walls. His phobia was hitting him like a tidal wave, and he hated that you had to see him like this.
Then, the first drops of rain hit the ground.
You looked at the bike’s dashboard and their stomach dropped further—low fuel.
Panic clawed at their chest.
Y/N: (Thinking fast) "He can’t ride in this condition. And we’re almost out of fuel. We need to find shelter. NOW."
Taehyung: (Still struggling, voice hoarse) "Y/N… we need to go back…"
Y/N: "Look at yourself! You can’t even stand properly, let alone ride a bike in this storm!"
Taehyung: "I-I can manage… don’t worry about me."
Y/N: (Voice rising in frustration and desperation) "Why?! Why do you NEVER listen to me?! Why do you always oppose me?! I CAN’T let you drive like this, so please—just listen to me for once!"
Taehyung’s eyes widened at the rare urgency in your voice. He swallowed hard and gave a small, reluctant nod.
Y/N: "Good. Now let’s find some shelter."
Without waiting for another argument, you grabbed his hand firmly and dragged him along the road. The rain poured heavier, drenching both of you within seconds, but You didn’t stop.
Taehyung blinked through the rain, looking down at their intertwined hands. He was used to being the one to protect, to lead. But right now… you were the one holding onto him. Grounding him.
And despite the fear gripping him from the thunder above…
Something about that felt oddly comforting.
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The sky was a restless sea of black clouds, rolling and churning as the wind howled through the open field. Thunder cracked like a whip, shaking the ground beneath your feet. You clutched Taehyung’s arm, your voice barely rising above the storm.
Y/N: "Taehyung… see that house? We can hide there until the rain stops!"
He followed your gaze to the small, abandoned house in the middle of the field. He nodded, but something in his posture changed. His eyes flickered with unease, scanning the ominous clouds. The storm wasn’t just bad—it was getting worse.
Still, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.
Y/n: "Let’s go first. Don’t worry… Everything will be fine."
Something in your voice must have reassured him because his grip on your hand tightened. Together, you ran, the cold rain slashing against your skin. The moment you reached the house, you both ducked under the fragile shade, panting.
You let out a shaky sigh. "Haahhh..." You turned to look at him. He wasn’t paying attention to you—his eyes were locked on the storm, his brows furrowed deeply.
A bad feeling curled in your stomach.
You pulled out your phone from your bag, hands trembling from both the cold and adrenaline. The screen lit up—still had battery. Relief washed over you, but the signal bar? Empty.
Y/N: "C’mon… please, just a little…"
You moved away, arm stretched out, trying to catch a signal. The wind whipped your hair around, raindrops clinging to your lashes. Five minutes passed. Nothing. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you turned back.
Y/N: "Taehyung, I tried to—"
You stopped.
The words caught in your throat.
He wasn’t there.
Your heart lurched.
Y/N: "Taehyung?"
Silence.
Panic clawed at your chest. You whirled around, scanning the tiny space inside the house. It was broken, abandoned, nothing but dust and ruin. But no Taehyung.
The storm raged on outside. Your pulse pounded in your ears.
Y/N: "Taehyung! If this is a joke, it’s not funny!" You stepped into the rain, eyes darting around the field. "You’re scaring me! Please… just come out!"
Nothing.
A lump formed in your throat. Cold fear wrapped around your body, tighter than the storm.
Y/N: "Where are you…?"
A voice cut through the rain.
??: "Y/N!"
You spun around.
There—standing under the shade—was Taehyung.
You gasped. It felt like your lungs started working again. Without thinking, you ran. Your legs moved before your mind could catch up, the sheer relief overwhelming you. You crashed into him, arms wrapping around his torso, holding onto him like he’d disappear again.
Taehyung stiffened at first, caught off guard. Then, slowly, his arms encircled you. His hand found the small of your back, pressing you close. Your face was buried in his chest, his heartbeat hammering against your ear.
Y/N: "Are you stupid?! Where were you?! I was so scared!" Your voice trembled, and you hated that it did. "You always do this to me! You always make me worried!"
His lips quirked up, an amused huff escaping him.
Taehyung:"Calm down, Y/N. I didn’t go anywhere. I was just looking for something to drink."
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. "What?"
He lifted a small bowl.
Taehyung: "Figured we could collect some rainwater. You were thirsty, remember?"
Your heart clenched. He noticed that?
Taehyung shrugged off his jacket. Before you could protest, he draped it over your shoulders. The warmth of his body still lingered in the fabric.
Your breath hitched. His face was close—too close. His dark brown eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the rain, the storm, the fear—everything disappeared.
Something shifted in your chest.
Your heartbeat wasn’t just fast—it was erratic. A strange warmth bloomed inside you, curling at the edges of something you didn’t recognize. It wasn’t frustration. It wasn’t anger.
It was… different.
Taehyung: "It’ll keep you warm."
You swallowed hard, unable to break the eye contact. He stepped away, taking the bowl from your hands, placing it outside to fill.
Thunder rolled, and suddenly, he flinched. His hands flew to his ears, his face twisting in pain.
Y/N: "Taehyung!"
Without thinking, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him down onto the old sofa under the shade. He shut his eyes tightly, shoulders tense.
You rummaged through your bag. "Aha!"
Quickly, you plugged in your earphones and gently placed them in his ears. He flinched at first but didn’t resist. You played a song on loop, your hand lingering on his for a second longer than necessary.
Y/N: "This will help. Just listen, okay?"
His shoulders relaxed slightly. He didn’t say anything, but when his eyes flickered to you, something in them softened.
You let out a quiet breath, watching the rain drip from the edge of the shade.
A headache pulsed at your temples. You hadn’t eaten all day. Then you remembered—chocolate. You quickly unwrapped it, but before taking a bite, you glanced at Taehyung.
He was staring off into the distance, lost in thought.
You hesitated.
Y/N (muttering): "I should share it."
You broke the chocolate in half and nudged his elbow. He blinked, pulling out one earphone.
Y/N: "Eat. You’re probably hungry too."
Taehyung: "I’m not."
You rolled your eyes. "Just eat it. It’s not poisoned."
Taehyung: "I don’t like chocolate."
Y/n (scoffed): "So what? Want me to summon a five-course meal instead?"
He opened his mouth to argue, but before he could, you stuffed the chocolate in.
Y/n:"Chew. No tantrums."
He glared at you but chewed anyway.
Then, quietly—
Taehyung: "I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/N. You got that?"
You froze.
Your fingers curled into your palm. He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t mocking. He was… serious.
Y/N: "W-What?"
He held your gaze.
Taehyung: "I said, nothing will happen to you. Not while I’m here."
Your stomach flipped. You quickly looked away.
Y/n: "I… didn’t expect you to say that."
His jaw tightened. Then, almost bitterly—
Taehyung: "Right. You only expect that from Jimin, don’t you?"
Your head snapped toward him.
Y/n: "Excuse me? Where did Jimin come from?"
Taehyung (scoffed): "You always expect him to be the good guy."
Frustration flared in your chest.
Y/n: "Taehyung, I’m not in the mood to argue." You stood up. "It’s better if we don’t talk right now."
Silence stretched between you two.
Minutes later, the rain slowed, the sky darkening. That’s when you saw it.
A flicker of light in the distance.
Your breath hitched.
Y/N: "Is that… a light?"
Taehyung followed your gaze. His eyes widened.
Taehyung: "We should go."
For the first time, you both agreed on something.
As you and Taehyung approached the dilapidated house, the flickering lantern cast eerie shadows that danced across the weathered facade. An unsettling chill ran down your spine, and though anxiety gnawed at you, you mustered the courage to raise your hand to knock. Before your knuckles met the wood, Taehyung's fist rapped against the door, startling you. Your eyes met his, a silent exchange of apprehension.
Taehyung: "What?" he murmured.
Y/n: "Nothing," you replied, averting your gaze.
The door creaked open, revealing an elderly man whose eyes scrutinized you both from head to toe.
Oldman: "Yes... who are you both?" he inquired, his voice raspy.
Y/n: "Ajusshi," you began politely, "we've lost our way. We were on a university trip but accidentally deviated from our route. Could we use your phone to inform our professor?"
The old man's gaze lingered before he responded, "I don't have any phone here. But there's a petrol station about 20-22 kilometers ahead on the main road. There you can get phone."
Taehyung leaned closer, whispering, "We can take my bike."
Y/n: "But we don't have enough fuel to get there," you whispered back, concern evident in your tone.
The old man's eyes seemed to glint as he offered,
Oldman: "If you both want to stay here for the night, you're welcome. My wife and I have been here a long time, and the night's getting colder. You should come inside."
You glanced at Taehyung, who subtly shook his head, mouthing a silent 'no.' Yet, the biting cold made the decision for you.
Y/n: "Thank you, Ajusshi," you said, gripping Taehyung's hand as you stepped over the threshold.
As the door closed behind you with a resonant thud, the old man called out, "Honey, we have guests tonight."
Clinging to Taehyung's side, you watched as an elderly woman entered the room, a sharp knife in her hand, its blade glistening with a crimson hue. Your heart raced, fear paralyzing you momentarily. Noticing your alarm, she quickly lowered the knife.
Old lady: "Oh, don't be scared. I'm sorry. I was just cutting some pork belly for dinner," she explained with a gentle smile.
Relief washed over you, but an undercurrent of unease remained.
Y/n: "It's okay, Ajumma. We're fine," you managed to say.
Old lady: "Until when?" she replied cryptically.
Y/n: "Huh?"
Old lady: "I mean, you both must be tired. Why don't you rest while I prepare dinner? Honey, show them to their room."
The old man nodded, "Oh, yes."
Old lady: "I assume you'll share a room since you're a couple, right?" she inquired, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
You opened your mouth to correct her, but Taehyung's grip on your hand tightened, stopping you.
Taehyung: "Yes, we're boyfriend and girlfriend," he affirmed confidently, though you sensed an underlying tension.
Old lady's smile widened,
Okd lady: "Oh, I see. By the way, I'm Mrs. Cha, and this is my husband, Mr. Cha. And you both are?"
Taehyung: "She's Min Y/N, and I'm Kim Taehyung," he introduced.
Mrs. Cha: "Lovely names. You both look so good together," she remarked.
Taehyung: "Thank you, Mrs. Cha," Taehyung responded with a strained smile.
Sensing the tension, you remained silent, feeling Taehyung's subtle squeeze on your hand—a silent plea to stay quiet.
Mr. Cha: "Come, I'll show you to your room," he offered.
You both bowed slightly to Mrs. Cha before following him.
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Me. Cha: "This is your room. There's no electricity, so we use candles and lanterns at night. Hope you can manage," Mr. Cha said, his tone devoid of warmth.
Taehyung: "We'll manage. Thank you for letting us stay," Taehyung replied, bowing slightly as Mr. Cha departed.
Once alone, Taehyung locked the door and turned to you.
Y/n: "What was that? Us, a couple?" you began, but Taehyung swiftly covered your mouth with his hand.
Taehyung: "Just shut up, Y/N. For God's sake, don't say anything right now," he whispered urgently, his eyes boring into yours.
His proximity allowed you to see the fear flickering in his gaze. Gently, you removed his hand.
Y/n: "What's wrong, Taehyung? Tell me," you implored softly.
He turned away, running a hand through his hair, clearly distressed. You stepped in front of him, your anxiety mounting.
Y/n: "Taehyung, you're scaring me. Please, is something wrong with this place?"
He exhaled heavily, deciding to confide in you.
Taehyung: "I saw something disturbing in the kitchen."
Y/n: "What did you see there"
Taehyung's eyes widened, his voice trembling as he whispered, "I saw a severed hand... covered in blood." The color drained from your face, heart pounding like a war drum.
As Taehyung's words hung in the air, a cold shiver raced down your spine. The room seemed to close in, the dim candlelight casting eerie shadows that danced menacingly on the walls. Your breath quickened, heart pounding like a distant war drum, each beat amplifying the terror seeping into your veins.
Y/n: "What...?" Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "This is a joke, right? You're trying to scare me... Tae—"
Taehyung: "Shhh..." Taehyung cupped your face gently. His hand was warm against your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the tear that escaped. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, now bore a gravity that rooted you to the spot. "Look at me. Calm down. Just... breathe."
But how could you? The weight of your decisions pressed heavily on your shoulders, each one leading you deeper into this living nightmare. Panic clawed at your throat, threatening to consume you.
Sensing your turmoil, Taehyung pulled you into his embrace, holding you tightly as if shielding you from the horrors lurking beyond the room's thin walls. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear was a fragile tether to sanity amidst the encroaching madness. His arms encircled you protectively, his hand cradling the back of your head in a silent vow of safety, fingers threading through your hair in a soothing motion.
Taehyung: "Y/N, don't cry", (he murmured into your hair, his breath a soothing contrast to the chill settling in your bones.)
Taehyung: "I'm here with you. I won't let anything happen to you... just trust me."
To Be Continued...
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