დ.• *”•𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔•”* •.დ

The fights took place in hidden locations. Empty streets, damp basements, flickering lights… and people screaming for blood. That's where you saw him. Taehyung stood in the center, his knuckles bandaged and his lip slightly split. His breathing was calm… as if he felt no fear. As if he enjoyed the chaos. When he looked up… Her eyes met yours. And something changed. The fight began. Quick strikes. Strong. Precise. Every move he made was clean, calculated… almost elegant. He didn't fight out of necessity. He fought because he liked to win. And he made it look easy. When his opponent fell to the ground, unconscious… the place erupted in shouts. But Taehyung did not celebrate. He just wiped the blood from his lip... without taking his eyes off you. That night, you left quickly. Too fast. But it wasn't enough. You shouldn't come to places like this. His voice stopped you in your tracks. Serious… dangerous. You had him behind you. "And you should be here?" you replied, trying to sound firm. Silence. Then, a slight laugh. Low. I am the problem. He approached. Enough for you to feel its presence… its warmth… the danger. And you… he murmured, leaning slightly towards you, you should walk away before it’s too late. But you didn't move. You couldn't. From that night on… you were no longer just a spectator. You were the only person who could see beyond the fighter. And Taehyung I wasn't planning on letting you go.