The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that danced upon the walls of Taehyung's room. Bathed in the golden rays of a setting sun that filtered through the windows, the beads of sweat clung to his furrowed brow, glistening like liquid diamonds, before descending with purpose down his temples. His every breath was heavy, the rise and fall of his chest mirroring the storms of thoughts invading the peace of his mind.

The fabric of his vest clung to his sculpted physique, accentuating the taut muscles that rippled beneath his skin. It spoke of how many hours he had wasted every day fighting with these monstrous thoughts etched into his very being. No one knew this side of Kim Taehyung, the bullied nerd boy. His hands, steady but marked with the calluses of insistent practice, gripped the gun with unwavering focus. The metal surface, cool against his skin, seemed to hum in harmony with his racing heartbeat. It was as if the gun itself was an extension of his will, an instrument through which he sought peace. No one could ever think the so innocent Kim Taehyung could ever have such a perilous interest.

Muted sounds echoed against the walls, blending with the rhythmic symphony of his labored breathing. Shadows danced across the floor, casting fleeting glimpses of a man wholly immersed in his pursuit of perfection. With each pull of the trigger, a burst of power surged through his veins, unleashing controlled chaos, urging them forth to swell across the canvas of his skin. The recoil jolted through his body, a physical reminder of the energy he harnessed.

In that intimate space of sweat and determination, his spirit soared. Every bead of sweat that fell became evidence of his quest to seek an escape from his reality. The room was dimly lit letting the shadows of his haunting present dance high. With every pull of the trigger, Taehyung's mind drifted away from the present, consumed by a maelstrom of bittersweet emotions. His fingers tightened around the grip, feeling the weight of the weapon. The echoes of his family's neglect echoed in his thoughts, like an invisible storm cloud casting its shadow upon his soul.

His thoughts traveled back to his childhood, a tapestry woven with the threads of loneliness and unfulfilled dreams.

They were never here! They never cared.

Taehyung remembered moments when his young heart craved love and support, only to find them elusive and distant. His family, lost in their own pursuits, seemed oblivious to the depths of his yearning. The void left by their absence resonated within him, a void that gnawed at his spirit with every passing day. As he squeezed the trigger, sending a resounding shot that echoed through the room, Taehyung's mind flashed with vivid scenes of disappointment and disdain. The echoes of disapproving whispers and dismissive glances haunted him like ghosts of the past. No friends, no family, a failed love life, what was he? A complete failure!

In that lone moment, as the recoil jolted through his body, Taehyung found solace in the act of shooting. It became a sanctuary for his tormented mind, a place where he could channel his frustrations and sorrows into a singular purpose. Each bullet propelled him further from the weight of expectations and closer to a sense of empowerment he had always craved.

If only I was powerful, maybe they wouldn't dare to look down upon me.

His aim grew steadier, his shots more precise, as if the act of pulling the trigger could somehow liberate him from the shackles of his presence. In the deafening echoes of gunfire, he discovered a newfound strength, a resilience that refused to be defined by the judgments of others.

He felt free in this little façade.

Just as Taehyung was catching his breath, the sound of a gentle knock resonated through the room. It felt like he was tasered right at the middle of his spine, he turned to see his best friend, Jimin, standing at the door with a concerned look etched across his face. Without a word, Jimin stepped inside, his presence offering both comfort and understanding.

Their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, Taehyung sensed a silent recognition of the battles he fought within himself. Jimin had always been his support, a strong pillar, even when the rest of the world turned a blind eye. The weight of Taehyung's burdens seemed to diminish slightly as he realized he was not alone in this journey.

Jimin approached him, his voice laced with genuine concern. "I know you don't like to be interrupted but, I couldn't help but hear the shots, more than usual. Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching Taehyung's face for any signs of distress. With a sigh, he leaned against the edge of the shooting range, the cool metal against his back providing a sense of grounding in the riotous storm within him.

"I've just been thinking a lot, Jimin," Taehyung began, his voice low. "About things, a lot of things, how my family never seemed to care, about how they never lived here, with me. I feel like they regret having me. And it's not just them; it feels like the world looks down on me like I'm always fighting an uphill battle, my college peers and now Jiahn too- I have no one except you Jimin"

Jimin's eyes softened, his hand reaching out to rest gently on Taehyung's shoulder. "Taehyung, I know it's been tough for you, but remember that your worth is not defined by how people around you behave. I know you, you have so much talent and potential, and I've always believed in you. Sometimes, the people who should love and support us the most fail to do so, but that doesn't mean we're any less deserving." Taehyung's gaze dropped, his fingers idly tracing the patterns etched into the gun's handle. "I know, Jimin, but sometimes it's hard not to let their indifference get to me. It's like a constant weight on my shoulders, making it difficult to believe in myself."

"Look, you're not alone in this. I've seen your determination, your passion, and your sincerity. And I promise you, I will always be here, cheering you on, reminding you of your worth even when you can't see it yourself. You are one in a million, Kim Taehyung and not every has the eye to see that, remember that always"

"Thank you, Jimin. I don't know what I would do without you. Your belief in me gives me the strength to keep going"

"We're in this together, Taehyung. One day, you will be what you always wished for. Your dreams are valid, and no amount of doubt from others can take away your potential. Let's prove them wrong and create a future that reflects your true worth."

Their short-lived yet satisfying conversation was interrupted, a resolute knock reverberated through the room. The door swung open, revealing a dignified figure dressed in a tailored suit—a butler, stood in respect.

The butler stepped forward, his eyes humbly averted, his voice carrying a measured tone. "Pardon the interruption, sir," he began. "There is an urgent matter that requires your attention."

"That is?"

The butler strolled further in bringing the wrapped object in red cloth forth to the former's sight, Taehyung's and Jimin's eyes fixated on a small, gleaming object resting amidst the cloth. The sharpness of the silvery blade glittered like a diamond.

"When did you develop a liking for daggers, Taehyung... but no doubt it's beautiful" Jimin voiced watching the addressed boy lean forth and grab a hold of the sinful object. His curiosity heightened, his gaze narrowing as he took in the sight of the unfamiliar dagger, its presence casting an enigmatic shadow over the room.

"Where did you find this?"

"In your private quarters, I stumbled upon this in your bedroom, sir"

"What do you mean in my private quarters, how come it found its way into my room"

"It is unknown to me as well"

"Wait, what do you mean how'd it finds its way- Is it not yours, Taehyung?" Jimin asked the boy in utter "confusion.

"It's not mine" Taehyung mumbled softly.

"What?"

"It's not mine, I don't know how did this come into my room, I have never had blades or such things around me. Have you discovered anything else? Any clues as to the origins of this dagger?"

"I have yet to find any further evidence, sir," he admitted, his tone laced with a tinge of worry. As Taehyung paused at that moment, a sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt, its weight, and implications sinking deep into his core. Unbeknownst to him, he had unwittingly ventured into a labyrinth of troubles, a tangle from which extrication seemed bleak.

Should his parents stumble upon the existence of a mysterious weapon discovered within the limits of his house, it would be but a harbinger of disaster, a key unlocking the pandora's box of his sufferings. It would be a path leading them to the hidden trove of threats he had suffered, the insidious battles fought in the shadows. The cruel specter of bullying, that had left its indelible mark upon his soul, would no longer be shrouded in oblivion. His life would once again be thrust into the iron grip of his parents, their controlling fingers pulling the strings of his existence with a callous disregard, reducing him to nothing but a mere marionette in their hands.

"No need, I must have forgotten about it-"

"But, sir-"

"I believe it is mine, I'm glad to have it back, you can leave"

"As your command, Sire" The butler bowed and retracted his steps disappearing from their sight leaving Jimin to step toward the former with a questionable gaze.

"Why'd you stop him from investigating, this is serious Taehyung"

"I don't want that rat to run back to my so-called dear father and fill him in on me. I hate it when he rings me up and acts as if he cares"

"But, Taehyung-"

"I'll be fine Jimin"

As Taehyung's gaze fixated on the unfamiliar dagger, a breath caught in his throat, freezing him in place. Intrigued, his warm fingers reached out, brushing lightly over the cold, polished surface of the hilt. It was as if an invisible force had drawn him closer, urging him to decipher the secrets etched into its very essence.

"V?" His words faded into a whisper as his index finger traced the intricate engraving, his touch delicate, yet laced with an undeniable curiosity. The metal seemed to hum beneath his touch, resonating with a hidden power that stirred his senses. This letter was meticulously inscribed with a mysterious elegance.

A shiver coursed down Taehyung's spine, his breath hitching in anticipation.

Was it a message? what secrets lay concealed within this cryptic message? It was as if the dagger held a whispered tale of forgotten truths, waiting patiently to be unraveled.

His mind raced, his imagination entangled in a web of possibilities. Who had left this mysterious symbol behind? And what does it hold? Questions tumbled through his thoughts like leaves caught in a gust of wind, urging him further down the rabbit hole of intrigue.

Curiosity piqued, Jimin's gaze lingered on Taehyung's enraptured form, the lines of concentration etched upon his face. Unable to resist the allure of the unfolding mystery, he took a cautious step closer, his eyes drawn to the dagger clutched in his friend's trembling hand.

"What is that?"

"I haven't had the slightest clue, Jimin"

After all, how can he know when it's not his belonging but his death's, Maybe or his life's?

Who knows.

Then who does it belong to?

Who knows.

How does it get here?

Who knows.

All that Taehyung now knew was it wasn't his and it was found in his room.

So, someone... came. But who? His eyes kept gazing at the engraved letter on the dagger while his mind wandered in the hills of confusion and desperation to know more.

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The sleek black car prowled through the nocturnal city streets, its darkened windows concealing the occupants within. Among them was a figure of undeniable power and authority, a young woman whose presence exuded an aura of danger and mystery. Her name was Venom, a feared and respected member of the notorious mafia family.

Sitting beside her were her loyal brothers, Yoongi and Jungkook, both hardened by years of illicit dealings and secret operations, she had sent them on. They were far closer than blood-related ones, and the Devil Eye knew this. The Eye's siblings were indestructible. It was palpable, the tension in the air, an invisible thread woven tightly around them as they closed in on their game.

But amidst the intensity, Venom's thoughts churned in a tempest of conflicting emotions. For it was Taehyung, her intended target, who had unknowingly ignited a spark within her, stirring feelings she never thought possible. Feelings that never bore a tag, it was a puzzle with pieces that seemed to fit in every corner yet never did. Their recent encounters had left her bewildered, questioning the very foundations of her enemy. How could someone affiliate with the underworld could put up such a façade?

Silence lingered within the car, the unspoken turmoil palpable. Finally, Yoongi's voice broke through the tense air, tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Venom, what's been eating at you? You've been lost in your thoughts for miles. Don't tell us nothing's wrong. We both know you better than that"

Venom's grip on the sinful metal of the Glock 19 tightened, her voice laced with a fragile denial. "It's nothing, really. Just some things on my mind. Don't worry about it."

"You know we can't let it slide. We're family. Share the burden with us. We've faced countless trials together. Don't shut us out now."

It's true they have never faced anything alone, even the smallest of trials was assisted with the three of them working like the perfect wheels to a car.

She can rely on them, she knew and she did.

"It's Taehyung," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every encounter with him has left me puzzled. There's a part of him that seems... innocent, genuine. I'm beginning to question whether he's truly the way she shows or it's all just a façade and if it is then it's too perfect to be a facade."

"Taehyung? The same man we're hunting down relentlessly? What has he done to make you doubt him?"

Venom's breath quivered, the weight of her words hanging in the air. "It's what he hasn't done. The way he looks at me, the vulnerability in his eyes... It's as if there's more to this story, a deeper truth yet to be uncovered. I can't ignore it, no matter how hard I try."

"Venom, we've trusted your judgment all these years. If you believe there's something amiss, we need to hear you out. We're in this together, remember?" Voiced Jungkook hoping to hear the withdrawal of her current plans of capturing Taehyung.

"It's just that, no one has ever forced me to think twice, but him. No matter how many times I try, I don't find it"

"What?"

"The malice at his toes, he's always clean, how do I know he's masking it all well or there was never a mask?"

"Venom, we've faced countless enemies together, and we've always been right. If there's more to Taehyung than meets the eye, we'll uncover it today. But remember, no matter the outcome, we stand by your side."

What the fuck is wrong with me? She thought to herself.

I shouldn't be thinking like this.

I shouldn't be feeling this...

You are going to see him after such a long time. He would be so happy to see you.

So, what huh? I do not care.

But, what if he recognized you?

What if he really recognized me? He'll be disgusted with me. He'll hate me. He... I shouldn't worry- I'm not bothered, I don't care.

Pushing the door ajar, she slid out of the vehicle, slamming it just peering at her brothers.

"Stay ready"

With determined steps, she proceeded towards the looming structure of the building, where hidden within its walls resided a boy, lost in a melancholic daydream, his focus fixated on the distant past when a captivating soul, blessed with hazel almond eyes, graced his existence.

In the depths of his thoughts, he relentlessly retraced the contours of those cherished memories, yearning for the day when he would witness her arrival through that same door of their classroom. Yet, a flicker of doubt nestled within his heart—could his profound longing truly occur into a long-awaited reality?

Will Taehyung be able to accept that his life was going to be turned upside down?

Would he still love the girl he adored so much and was surely in love with?

Would he?

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