Taehyung: "I'm here with you. I won't let anything happen to you... just trust me."
In that moment, wrapped in Taehyung's arms, the terror outside seemed to wane, if only slightly. His unwavering presence was the beacon you desperately needed, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, you were not alone.
The room seemed to close in around you, shadows dancing menacingly in the flickering candlelight. Every creak of the old house sent a jolt of panic through your body, but Taehyung's presence anchored you, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your own frantic pulse. Despite the terror that loomed, in his arms, you found a fragile sense of safety amidst the encroaching darkness.
But how could you not be afraid? The moment he had told you what he saw, fear had wrapped around your throat like an iron chain. Still trembling, you hesitantly opened your eyes, realizing he hadn't let go—his embrace was firm, grounding you when everything around you felt like a nightmare.
Then, you saw it.
Your gaze landed on the window—a possible escape. You pulled away, and Taehyung frowned at the sudden distance. Taking slow steps toward it, you turned back to him, wiping away your tears.
Y/N: “Can’t we run from here?”
Taehyung followed your line of sight, understanding instantly. He nodded, and together, you both approached the window. But the moment your eyes met the scene outside, your breath hitched in your throat.
Your blood ran cold.
A graveyard.
Not just that—freshly dug pits, gaping like open mouths waiting to swallow their next victim.
You stumbled back, your hands clenching into fists as dread slammed into your chest. Taehyung moved instinctively, stepping behind you, his presence shielding you from the horror in front of you.
He saw it too.
Y/N: “Th-they… they killed them.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but the words carried the weight of a death sentence. “They’re going to kill us too…”
Panic set in, gripping you like an icy fist.
Taehyung, however, pushed aside his own fear. He spun you around, gripping your shoulders firmly. His touch was warm, steady—he was your anchor amidst the storm inside your mind.
Taehyung: “Y/N… do you trust me?” His deep, unwavering voice forced you to focus on him instead of the terror clawing at your heart.
His eyes bore into yours, desperate, commanding.
And despite everything—despite the danger, despite the graveyard, despite the walls closing in—you did.
You nodded.
Relief flickered in his eyes before he gave you a small, reassuring smile. How could he smile in a moment like this?
Taehyung: “Then listen to me. We have to pretend we know nothing. Stay calm. Act normal. They can’t suspect that we’ve seen anything… If they’re hiding something, we’ll figure it out. But first, we need to get near that door.”
The plan was simple, but the fear inside you screamed otherwise. Still, you swallowed hard and nodded.
Then, a knock.
You jumped, instinctively pressing yourself against Taehyung’s back. He tensed, turning toward the door.
Mr. Cha: “Dinner is ready. Come downstairs.”
Taehyung inhaled deeply before responding, his voice smooth, unreadable.
Taehyung: “Yeah… we’re coming.”
When Mr. Cha’s footsteps faded, Taehyung turned back to you.
Taehyung: “Listen to me carefully, Y/N. Don’t eat or drink anything. They could drug us.”
You swallowed, fear creeping back up your spine.
He hesitated, his jaw clenching before he finally spoke again.
Taehyung: “And… if anything happens to me—just in case—promise me you’ll run. Don’t try to save me. Get out, no matter what.”
Your heart sank.
Y/N: “No.”
Taehyung: “Y/N—”
Y/N: “No!” You shook your head fiercely. “We’re both getting out of here. Together.”
Taehyung sighed, shutting his eyes briefly, frustration evident on his face.
Taehyung: “Just… don’t do anything reckless.”
You nodded, gripping his hand tightly as you both descended the stairs.
____________
The house felt different now. The dim lighting, the eerie paintings of people on the walls—their hollow eyes watching you. Your heart pounded.
Taehyung’s hand squeezed yours.
Then, he saw it.
The locked door.
No way out.
Taehyung’s gaze flickered to the axe leaning against the wall. If he couldn’t find a key, he’d break the door down. One way or another, you were getting out.
Y/N: “Taehyung, what do we do?” you whispered, eyes darting around anxiously.
Before he could answer, Mr. Cha’s voice cut through the silence.
Mr. Cha: “Ah, there you both are.”
You flinched.
Taehyung squeezed your hand gently, a silent reminder: Stay calm.
Mrs. Cha: “Dinner is ready. Take your seats.”
You hesitated. Taehyung, sensing your fear, quickly stepped in.
Taehyung: “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Cha. We’re sure it’s delicious.” He forced a polite smile, bowing slightly.
Mrs. Cha beamed, but you weren’t fooled.
Something was wrong.
She turned to you, eyes narrowing slightly.
Mrs. Cha: “Y/N… you’re quiet. Is something wrong?”
Your breath hitched.
Y/N: “N-no… nothing.”
Mrs. Cha: "Okay, come now and have your seats"
You slightly gulped a lump and went near the table before taking your seats.
Taehyung’s fingers brushed against yours under the table, grounding you.
Then you saw it.
Blood.
A bandage wrapped around Mrs. Cha’s palm. But it wasn’t just a wound—the bandage was fresh, stained red.
You froze.
You had seen her hands earlier. There was no injury then.
What happened between then and now?
Mrs. Cha followed your gaze, and her lips curled into a smile.
Mrs. Cha: “Oh, this? It happens sometimes.” She gently stroked the bandage. “Nothing to worry about.”
Your stomach twisted.
Your grip tightened around your spoon, but it slipped from your shaking fingers, clattering onto the floor.
You bent down to retrieve it—
And saw their shoes.
Blood.
Dried, darkened, staining the leather.
Your breath hitched.
Slowly, you rose back to your seat, pulse hammering.
Y/N: “I… I don’t feel well. I need to go back to the room.”
Taehyung’s head snapped toward you, concern flashing across his face. You squeezed his hand in silent communication.
He understood.
Taehyung: “I’m really sorry, but Y/N needs to rest.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, preparing to leave.
But then—
Mrs. Cha: “You know, don’t you?”
Everything inside you went cold.
Taehyung stiffened.
Mrs. Cha: “It’s too late if you’re thinking of running.” Her voice was eerily calm. “Because you won’t.”
Panic surged through you.
Taehyung whispered urgently, “Y/N, go—break the lock with the axe. Now.”
Before you could move, Mr. Cha grinned.
Mr. Cha: “Ah, perfect. We’ll fulfill the ritual tonight, honey.”
Your blood froze.
Y/N: “No… Taehyung, I’m not leaving you—”
Mrs. Cha: “But first… they must drink this.” She lifted a bowl. “Soup… made with my blood.”
Terror exploded inside you.
Taehyung: "Go… Y/N… please just go!" His voice cracked as he yelled, shoving you toward the door with a desperate push. His eyes burned with urgency, with fear—not for himself, but for you.
Your breath hitched as you saw Mr. Cha lunging toward you, but before he could grab you, Taehyung caught him from behind, locking his arm tightly around his throat. A strangled gasp left Mr. Cha’s lips as he struggled, clawing at Taehyung’s grip.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you sprinted toward the door. You knew—if that door didn’t open, the nightmare would only get worse.
Behind you, Mrs. Cha disappeared into the kitchen. You barely had time to react before she returned, her eyes gleaming with madness, her grip tight around the handle of a long, sharp knife.
With a brutal thrust of his elbow, Mr. Cha struck Taehyung hard in the ribs, making him stumble backward with a pained grunt. His grip loosened for just a second—just enough for Mr. Cha to break free.
Taehyung barely had time to recover before Mr. Cha swung his fist at him. Taehyung ducked, his breath ragged, dodging just in time. Summoning his strength, he pushed Mr. Cha hard, sending him crashing against the wall. The man's body crumpled to the floor.
But there was no time to breathe.
You slammed the axe against the rusted lock, your hands trembling with every desperate strike. But it wasn’t enough. The metal barely budged. Tears welled in your eyes as panic clawed at your chest. Please, please open...
You didn’t hear the footsteps creeping toward you.
Didn’t see the gleam of the knife until—
Taehyung: "Y/N!"
You gasped, spinning just in time to see Mrs. Cha, her knife raised high, ready to strike. But before she could bring it down, Taehyung caught her wrist mid-air, his grip tightening with all his strength.
Your breath hitched. His face was twisted with fury, with sheer determination.
Without thinking, you grabbed the wooden end of the axe and swung it, hitting Mrs. Cha hard across the head. She staggered, a strangled cry escaping her lips before collapsing onto the floor. The knife slipped from her grasp, clattering at Taehyung’s feet.
Silence hung for a moment.
But then—
A shadow loomed behind you.
Taehyung stomach dropped as Mr. Cha, now on his feet, raised another knife—aimed directly at your back.
Everything happened in a blur.
Before you could react, before you even realized what was happening—
Taehyung moved.
He pushed you aside, taking your place—
A sharp gasp tore from your lips as the knife sliced into his arm instead of you.
Y/N: "Taehyung…!" You choked on his name, horror flooding your veins.
Blood seeped through his sleeve, staining his skin. But Taehyung didn’t falter. With gritted teeth, he clenched his jaw and threw a powerful punch, sending Mr. Cha sprawling to the ground once again.
Mr. Cha groaned, barely conscious. But his fingers twitched, still trying to reach for his fallen weapon.
Taehyung turned to you, his breathing heavy.
Taehyung: "Are you okay?" His voice was strained, but his eyes—his eyes searched you desperately.
You couldn’t answer. You could barely breathe. Your gaze locked onto his arm, at the deep gash, at the blood dripping from his wound.
Y/N: "You’re bleeding…!" Your voice broke, tears brimming.
He glanced down at his injury, then back at you, forcing a weak, reassuring smile.
Taehyung: "It’s nothing. We need to get out of here—now."
Without hesitation, he snatched the axe from your hands and raised it high. With one powerful swing, the lock shattered, falling to the ground with a deafening clang.
Mr. Cha: "No…!" He groaned from the floor, his voice thick with rage. "You can’t escape—I'll kill you both!"
His fingers stretched toward the knife again.
But you acted first.
With all the strength you had left, you kicked the knife away from his grasp. It skidded across the floor, out of his reach.
Taehyung didn’t wait.
He grabbed your hand, yanking you forward as the door swung open. Together, you ran—ran from the house, from the madness, from the blood-stained walls that threatened to swallow you whole.
Your heart pounded, lungs burning, feet barely touching the ground as the cold night air hit your skin.
You were free.
But behind you, Mr. Cha’s furious scream echoed into the night.
And somehow, you knew—this wasn’t over.
Not yet.
The night was thick with silence, broken only by the sound of your hurried footsteps against the damp forest floor. The moon barely cast its glow through the dense canopy, leaving everything in eerie darkness.
Taehyung’s grip on your wrist was firm—warm, grounding, and desperate. He hadn’t let go since you fled that house, as if afraid that the moment he did, he’d lose you.
Your heart was still hammering, your mind racing. You had escaped, but where were you even going? The forest stretched endlessly in all directions, shadows lurking between the trees. You had no idea which way led to safety, only that you had to keep moving.
But your focus kept drifting—back to him.
Taehyung: "Y/N… are you alright?"
The sincerity in his voice made something tighten in your chest.
He was the one who was hurt, yet he was still asking about you…
Who was Taehyung, really?
The boy who used to tease you mercilessly, smirking at your every reaction, enjoying your frustration? Or the one who just risked his life for you? Who took a knife in your place without hesitation?
The realization unsettled you.
You shook your head, pushing the thoughts away. Not now.
Y/N: "I'm okay… but your arm—let me see it!"
You reached for him instinctively, but he pulled away.
Taehyung: "No… it’s not the right time. We need to find a way out of here first."
His voice was firm, his jaw set. You swallowed hard and nodded, though worry gnawed at you. His wound was bleeding, and no matter how much he tried to act tough, he wasn’t invincible.
Then suddenly—
A sound.
Faint, but growing louder. An engine.
Your eyes widened as you turned to Taehyung, and he was already scanning the area. Then he saw it—the faint glow of headlights cutting through the trees in the distance.
Taehyung: "We need to catch it, Y/N! Let’s go!"
You barely had time to breathe before he grabbed your hand again, pulling you forward.
Your legs burned, exhaustion weighing you down, but you ran with everything you had. The truck was moving fast, and if you missed this chance—
Bursting out of the forest, you stumbled onto the main road, waving frantically. The truck screeched to a halt just inches away.
The driver, an older man with kind eyes, leaned out, frowning. "What are you two doing out here in the middle of the night?"
You and Taehyung exchanged a look, still breathless.
Taehyung: "Please… can you take us with you?"
The driver hesitated for a moment but then nodded. "Get in."
Relief flooded through you as you climbed onto the back of the truck, surrounded by crates of fruits and vegetables. The rhythmic hum of the vehicle as it moved forward felt like the first moment of peace in what seemed like an eternity.
The driver mentioned he was heading to another city and would drop you both at the next petrol station. It wasn’t home, but it was a step closer.
____Petrol station ____
Finally, you were safe.
For now.
Taehyung wasted no time calling Sehun from the petrol station staff’s phone. You watched as he spoke, his voice steady but laced with exhaustion.
When he finally hung up, he turned to you.
Taehyung: "Sehun and Minsoo are coming to get us. They should be here soon."
You nodded, your shoulders slumping slightly in relief. It was over. The nightmare was behind you.
But then your eyes landed on his arm again. The deep gash. The blood.
Not over yet.
You walked up to the station counter, asking for a first-aid kit. They handed it to you, and without another word, you went straight to Taehyung.
Y/N: "Now let me see your wound."
Taehyung: (shaking his head) "I told you, I’m fine."
Your chest tightened.
Fine?
He had been stabbed. He had risked his life. He had been running through the woods, bleeding, yet he was acting like none of it mattered.
And it hurt.
Y/N: (voice shaking) "First we got lost, then we barely made it out alive, and now you’re standing here, injured because of me, still pretending like it’s nothing—"
You stopped, swallowing hard. Your breath came uneven.
Y/N: "I—I’m not in the mood to argue with you, Taehyung. So please… let me bandage it."
Your voice wavered, emotions spilling over, no longer something you could contain.
For a second, Taehyung just stared at you.
Then, something in his expression softened.
The night air was cool, carrying the distant hum of passing vehicles. The petrol station’s dim lights cast long shadows on the pavement as you guided Taehyung toward an empty metal bench.
Y/n: "Sit down," you murmured, placing the aid kit between you both.
He obeyed silently, watching you with an unreadable expression.
Y/n: "Show me your arm," you said softly.
Without hesitation, Taehyung extended his arm toward you. His gaze never wavered, locked onto you with quiet intensity.
You swallowed as you carefully lifted his sleeve.
The wound wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make your chest tighten. Dried blood stained his skin, a stark reminder of what had happened. The thought of him getting hurt—for you—sent a sharp ache through your heart.
You blinked rapidly, willing the tears away.
This was the same boy who had once been your biggest headache.
And yet here he was.
Bleeding for you.
Protecting you.
Maybe… maybe you had never really known Taehyung at all.
And that realization scared you more than anything else ever had.
Your hands trembled slightly as you poured clean water over the wound, washing away the blood. Then, you soaked a gauze pad in antiseptic liquid and gently dabbed at the cut, your touch as light as possible.
Taehyung didn’t even flinch.
If anything, he seemed completely unfazed—as if pain didn’t exist for him anymore. Instead, he just kept looking at you, a faint smile playing on his lips.
His pain reliever was right beside him.
You kept your eyes down, focusing on his wound, but he was watching you. Always watching.
Then, without warning, a single tear slipped down your cheek.
The moment it fell, Taehyung moved.
His free hand cupped your cheek, his palm warm against your skin. His thumb brushed away the tear, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.
Your breath hitched.
Slowly, hesitantly, you lifted your eyes to meet his.
And for a moment—just a fleeting moment—it felt like the world had stopped.
His gaze was unreadable yet so full of something unspoken, something that made your heart hammer against your ribs.
Taehyung: "I'm alright... don’t cry," he whispered, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. "We’re safe now. That’s all that matters."
Safe.
You should have felt relief.
But the ache in your chest only deepened.
You forced a small nod, swallowing the lump in your throat.
Wordlessly, you wrapped the bandage around his arm, making sure it was secure. Then, without meeting his gaze again, you gently pulled his sleeve back down.
The warmth of his touch still lingered on your cheek.
You needed space.
Y/n: "I need to return this to the staff," you muttered, standing up.
But before you could take a step, his fingers curled around your wrist.
Your breath caught.
Slowly, you turned back—only to find him standing right in front of you.
And then, without a word, he pulled you into a hug.
Your eyes widened in surprise.
But the most surprising part?
You didn’t push him away.
You should have. You should have stepped back, created distance. But instead, you stood there, frozen in his embrace.
His arms were firm, secure—almost as if he was afraid to let go.
Taehyung: "Thank you," he murmured against your hair. "For everything. I couldn’t have done this without you. And I’m sorry… for putting you in danger."
His voice wavered, just slightly.
He chuckled softly, trying to lighten the moment.
Taehyung: "By the way, you did a good job today."
Something inside you cracked.
Your hands, which had been hanging loosely at your sides, slowly clenched into fists—about to gripping the fabric of his shirt as you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the warmth of the moment, just for a second.
Just for a second.
Sehun’s voice echoed through the station, breaking the fragile silence.
Sehun: "Taehyung! Y/N!"
To Be Continued...
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