I think of you, I miss you, I need you, I love you.
But I can't tell any of it to you.

[A/N: Sorry for late update. I was caught up in personal life.]

"S is here." Taehyung smirked, his voice husky, and whispered, "Right behind you."

The enemies turned, their eyes widening just as they saw a dark shadow loom behind them. Before they could react, blood spurted from their mouths. Taehyung's lips twisted into a grim smile, now stained with blood, as the bodies slid to the floor, lifeless. Standing over them was S, her daggers dripping crimson as blood ran down her elbows.

"How did you find me?" Tae croaked, his voice weak but filled with awe.

Sri didn't respond with words at first. She focused on cutting through the thick ropes that bound his wrists. Her movements were swift, efficient, but her eyes told a different story—beneath the calm exterior, there was a fear of losing him. A flicker of emotion betrayed her usually composed nature.

"I have my sources," she finally replied. She cut through the last of the rope, her hands trembling slightly as she helped him free from his restraints.

Taehyung opened his mouth to ask more, but before he could speak, his legs gave way beneath him. "Are you alone—" His words were cut off as the pain from his bound limbs surged.

Sri caught him just before he collapsed, her grip firm. But the pain didn't seem to matter to Taehyung as he leaned into her. His heart pounded as memories of their past rushed through him, emotions long buried surfacing with every beat. The pain in his body seemed to fade away, swallowed by the overwhelming feeling of her presence. This was the first time in two years that he'd come this close to her, and the familiarity of it was intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent—her warmth, something he had longed for but never dared to admit.

The moment stretched, lingering in a bittersweet silence. He wanted to stay in her arms, to forget the world outside and the chaos they were surrounded by. But he refrained from holding her tighter, knowing this was not a normal reunion. They were not free to simply love each other; they were bound by their shared sins. And yet, in those few seconds, Taehyung allowed himself to feel what he had been denying: he missed her more than anything. He had lived within the walls of the Titans not just to stay safe, but to avoid the pain of missing her, only to find that the more he tried to escape, the more entangled he became in his feelings.

He had always hated her, but at the same time, loved her with an intensity that terrified him. He wanted to end it all, put a bullet through her, but would also take a bullet to protect her. He wanted to pull away from her, yet he would give everything to be with her.

"Easy," Sri murmured softly in his ear, snapping him back to the present. He could feel the ache in his bruised body, the physical reminders of the pain he had endured, but the emotional whirlwind inside him was louder.

Sri steadied him, then knelt to cut the rope around his ankle. Taehyung felt a strange sense of loss when she pulled away, the warmth of her body gone. He dared not speak the words he felt. Instead, he cleared his throat and massaged his wrists, trying to focus on anything other than the confusion clouding his mind.

"Did you come alone?" he asked hoarsely. She replied with a nod.

Sri stood up, exhaling deeply as she finished untangling him from the ropes. The sound of footsteps growing nearer reminded her that they didn't have much time. She quickly looked around, taking stock of their surroundings. They had to leave, fast. The armed squad would be on their tail soon. It wasn't a quiet invasion—killed enough many men to make this escape unnoticed. "Can you walk?" she asked, her eyes scanning his exhausted form.

"I guess." Taehyung straightened himself, flexing his sore muscles. The pain was still there, but it was manageable now. The worst was over—for now. His eyes lingered on the bodies at his feet, the bloodied reminders of the violence surrounding them.

"Great," she said with a sharp nod, tossing a shotgun and some spare bullets at him. "Use this if necessary."

He caught the weapon easily, checking to make sure it was fully loaded. The weight in his hands felt oddly familiar. A déjà vu hit him as he remembered the first time he'd held a gun, terrified and unsure. It had been his introduction to the darker side of the world he was now a part of.

Before he could fully process the thought, Sri spoke again, her voice cutting through the tension. "Take off your shirt."

Taehyung blinked, confused at first. "What?" He thought he had misheard her, or maybe his mind was playing games on him. But Sri repeated, her tone now more commanding than ever.

"Why?" He stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and awkwardness. "I mean, I'm not wearing anything underneath!"

"That's the least of our worries!" She snapped, her impatience palpable. "Do it, fast!"

He eyed her suspiciously before reluctantly turning around and unbuttoning his shirt. They had shared more intimate moments, but this was different. It wasn't a normal situation where your wife was asking you to take off your shirt in an old, decrepit warehouse while you were held hostage.

He heard her inhale sharply as the fabric slid down his shoulders, revealing the red scars across his back. He winced, knowing how unpleasant they must look. Turning back around, he caught her gaze, but it wasn't what he expected. Her eyes were fixed on his bare chest, not with lust, but with a hard, determined look. Her jaw was clenched, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the shirt. She didn't say a word, but her expression made it clear—she didn't want him to speak, only to act.

"Keep taking left turns until you escape." Her voice was firm, matching the intensity of her gaze when it met his after he handed her the shirt. "My car is outside. Get in and wait for me."

"I am not leaving you behind! They are dangerous, Sri." He expressed his genuine concern for her, his voice laced with worry.

She was taken aback by his words. It was the first time in two years he had pronounced her name. His voice, once familiar and comforting, felt like silk to her ears, and for a brief moment, she longed for the closeness they had lost. However, true to her fiery nature, she responded with sass, "Is Dr. Kim afraid that I'll die?" She smirked, trying to mask the vulnerability she felt deep down.

Taehyung didn't smile. His eyes were full of seriousness. "I'm serious here. They cannot be handled alone. Two is better than one."

"I'm not foolish to fight them head-on," Sri replied. "I'll back you up and clear the hindrances in your way. You're injured and can barely stand. Trust me, I know my limits." She held his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "Now go. Don't stop until you reach the car."

He rolled his eyes, but he could feel the tension in his chest. He inhaled sharply before pulling her into a quick embrace. Before she could fully process the act, he was already pulling away and walking towards the door.

"Taehyung!" she called out to him. He stopped and turned back. "Just in case I don't reach there in five minutes..." She hesitated, fighting back the lump in her throat, before continuing, "Drive away."

"I'll be waiting for you," he said, his words soft but resolute, before disappearing into the shadows of the building.

"Fuck you, doctor!" she muttered under her breath, clutching his shirt in her hands, her heart aching.

Taehyung would be lying if he said there were no obstacles in his path. However, the number of enemies was fewer than he had anticipated. He had already shot the seventh man in the past six minutes. He knew Sri had made it easier for him—her distraction had given him the opening he needed. He couldn't help but wonder if he would have even made it out alive if he had faced them head-on in his injured state. Even the recoil of the gun felt like a hammer striking his ribs.

He reached the exit, his breath ragged and his body aching from the abuse it had endured. The cool air hit his bare skin the moment he stepped outside, bringing some relief. Just as Sri had promised, he saw a black SUV parked nearby. He quickly shifted into reverse gear and hid behind a tall bush, praying no one would spot him.

As he sat there, waiting for her, his heart began to race. He finally gathered the courage to check his wounds. His chest was covered in ugly bruises, some of which were open and oozing with pus. His hair was sticky with sweat and grime. He refused to look into the rearview mirror, knowing how grotesque he must appear. If it had been Seokjin in his place, he would have probably fainted just at the sight of himself. The older Kim was obsessed with his appearance—something Taehyung had always found amusing.

Ten minutes passed, and Sri was still nowhere to be seen. His anxiety grew with each passing second. His pulse quickened as he debated whether he should go back inside or not. But one thing was certain—he wasn't leaving without her. Even in his state, he would fight if it came to that.

Minutes later, he heard the unmistakable sound of distant screams. His eyes shot to the entrance as he saw Sri emerge, her movements sluggish. She was piggybacking someone, and his heart sank when he saw the numerous men chasing her, blades gleaming in the dim light. Sri's steps were slowing with each passing moment, and his worry for her escalated. He couldn't wait any longer—he had to do something.

Who was the person Sri was piggybacking?

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