"Kill me if you Can"

Chapter 22

Taehyung POV

There are moments you can't plan for.

Moments when logic disappears, the air shifts, and something inside you says:
"Now. Or never."

I stood outside her door.

2:43 AM.

Everyone else asleep or pretending to be.

Y/n was inside, probably awake — maybe cleaning her guns, maybe building another wall between her and the world. I didn't know. I just knew I couldn't take another night of distance.

So I knocked.

Once.

Twice.

No answer.

Then I opened the door anyway.

She was sitting on the windowsill.

Knees up.

Barefoot.

Hair messy.

Wearing one of my old shirts she'd stolen months ago.

She didn't look surprised to see me.

Y/n: "You shouldn't be here."

Tae: "You say that every time."

Y/n: "Because it's always true."

I walked in.

Closed the door.

Tae: "You're scared."

Y/n: "No."

Tae: "Liar."

She looked at me.

Eyes tired. Walls cracking.

And whispered:

Y/n: "I don't know how to be loved and survive at the same time."

I took a breath.

Stepped closer.

Tae: "Then let me show you how."

Y/n POV

He kissed me.

No warning.

No soft lead-up.

Just fire.

He walked across the room and took my face in his hands like I was something precious — and kissed me like I was something ruined.

It wasn't gentle.

It was hungry.

Raw.

Like he was trying to breathe me in. Like if he didn't kiss me now, the whole world would burn and take us both with it.

I should've pulled away.

I didn't.

Because for the first time in forever, I didn't want to feel like a weapon.

I wanted to feel like his.

I grabbed his shirt, yanked him closer, kissed him back harder.

Hands tangled in my hair.

My legs wrapped around him.

We didn't speak.

We didn't have to.

Because in that moment — all the blood, all the pain, all the silence between us —

melted.