The signal was faint.
Not a full breach. Not yet.
But close enough to mean they had hours—maybe less—before the safehouse was compromised. Taehyung knew the pattern. The way HQ moved. How they tracked former assets like wolves in the dark.
He reset the power grid.
Locked every door manually.
Checked every weapon twice.
And then… there was nothing left to do.
Just wait.
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Y/N sat on the cot in the far corner, knees tucked to her chest, hoodie drawn up over her sleeves. She hadn’t said much since he told her.
“We leave before daylight.”
“Where to?”
He hadn’t answered. Maybe because he didn’t know. Maybe because there was nowhere left to go.
Now, the only sound in the bunker was the low hum of the backup generator and the occasional static from the scrambled comm line.
She couldn’t sleep.
But her body was shaking from exhaustion.
Across the room, Taehyung sat with his back against the wall, eyes trained on the floor, gun resting loosely beside his thigh. One leg stretched out, the other bent, arm slung over it.
Still.
Like stone.
Like he was trying not to exist too loudly.
“Are you going to stay up all night?” she asked finally.
He didn’t look at her.
“Someone has to watch.”
A long pause.
Then she moved.
Stood.
Walked across the cold floor and knelt next to him.
“You haven’t slept in two days.”
He didn’t answer.
Her voice came out lower. “I’m not asking you to rest. Just… sit beside me. Please.”
That made him look up.
Something in her voice cracked his resolve.
He rose slowly. Sat on the cot beside her.
Carefully.
Like she might pull away.
She didn’t.
They sat there for a long time, not touching. Not speaking.
Just breathing in sync.
One breath. Then another.
At some point, Y/N leaned back against the wall. Her shoulder barely brushed his.
She didn’t move.
Neither did he.
The silence between them wasn’t empty now.
It was full.
Of things unsaid.
Of everything that had almost been spoken.
Of feelings neither of them could afford to name.
But she didn’t flinch when her head rested against his arm.
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CONDITION RED : Kim Taehyung FF
Fanfiction"To the girl who was marked to die- And the version of himself that did." Y/N didn't ask for this. It was supposed to be a girls' trip. A few days of laughter, beaches, and blurry memories. But somewhere between the airport terminal and the baggage...
