⊹☾♪ᵎ . Taehyung¹. 🐅 ˖ ❀☼⋆

The fights took place in hidden locations. Empty streets, damp basements, flickering lights… and people screaming for blood.
That was where you saw him.
Taehyung was in the center, his knuckles wrapped in bandages 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…
His eyes met yours.
And something changed.
The fight began.
Fast strikes.
Hard. Precise.
Every movement of his 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 exploded in cheers.
But Taehyung didn't celebrate.
He just wiped the blood from his lip… without taking his eyes off you.
That night, you left quickly.
Too quickly.
But it wasn't enough.
You shouldn't come to places like this.
His voice stopped you in your tracks.
Deep… dangerous.
He was behind you.
And you should be here? you replied, trying to sound firm.
Silence.
Then, a slight laugh.
Low.
I am the problem.
He stepped closer.
Close enough for you to feel his presence… his heat… the danger.
And you… he murmured, leaning in slightly toward you should get away before it's too late.
But you didn't move.
You couldn't.
Since that night… you were no longer a simple spectator.
You were the only person who could see beyond the fighter.
And Taehyung
Had no intention of letting you go.