Her SWAN || Taehyung Ff

5.5

Taehyung's frustration was like a wildfire spreading uncontrollably within him, threatening to consume every last ounce of his patience. He had been pacing relentlessly, the tension in his body coiled so tight it felt like he might snap at any moment.

The room around him seemed to shrink, his mind clouded with a mixture of fear and fury that left him breathless. His fists clenched and unclenched, knuckles white from the sheer force he was exerting, trying to keep himself from shattering everything in his path.

When Jiho approached him, his expression grim, Taehyung could sense that the news was dire even before the words left his mouth.

"Sir," Jiho began, his voice heavy with the weight of the situation, "we've found her car."

Taehyung's heart leaped, but it was not with relief. The hope that flickered briefly was instantly extinguished as Jiho continued, "It was abandoned on the side of the road... Her phone and jacket were inside."

A silence, thick and oppressive, filled the room. The implications of Jiho's words settled over Taehyung like a suffocating blanket. His mind raced, piecing together the only logical conclusion, the one that made his blood run cold. Jimin had her. She was with him. And Taehyung wasn't there to protect her.

The thought of Y/N in Jimin's hands, vulnerable and alone, sent a violent surge of rage through him, so intense that he felt his vision blur at the edges. His chest heaved with labored breaths, his heart pounding so hard it felt as if it might burst through his ribcage. The muscles in his jaw tightened until he thought they might crack from the pressure.

"JIMIN!" Taehyung roared, the name ripping from his throat like a savage beast unleashed. The sound echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls as if it could somehow reach Jimin wherever he was hiding. But it wasn't enough. The rage within him demanded more, demanded action, demanded blood.

He turned on Jiho, his eyes wild, burning with an intensity that made the other man flinch despite himself.

"Do whatever it takes," Taehyung snarled, his voice low and venomous. "I don't care what you have to do-find him. Find them. I want to know exactly where that bastard has taken her, and I want to know NOW!"

Jiho nodded rapidly, his own worry for Y/N and the fear of his boss's wrath making him move quickly.

"We'll mobilize every resource, every contact," he assured, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary calls. "We'll find them, sir. We'll bring her back."

But Taehyung was barely listening, his thoughts consumed by the image of Y/N in Jimin's grasp, of what that psychopath might be doing to her. The fury inside him was so overwhelming it felt like a living thing, coiling and thrashing in his gut, demanding retribution. He slammed his fist down onto the nearest surface-a table-sending a shockwave of pain up his arm, but he didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the torment raging in his mind.

"He's going to pay," Taehyung growled, more to himself than anyone else. His voice was dark, a promise of violence that brooked no doubt. "I'm going to make him pay for this. I'll make sure he regrets ever laying a hand on her."

As Jiho continued to make arrangements, Taehyung's mind spun with thoughts of what he would do when he finally got his hands on Jimin. He imagined every possible way he could make that man suffer, every way he could make him beg for mercy that would never come.

But beneath the rage, beneath the thirst for vengeance, there was a deep, gnawing fear-a fear that Jimin might already have done something irreversible, something that no amount of bloodshed could ever fix.