Taehyung is a storm you can’t predict—one moment, he’s laughing, climbing rooftops, daring the world to stop him. The next, he’s quiet, lost in a place you can’t reach. He loves hard, fights harder, and runs like there’s something always chasing him. Maybe there is.

You don’t know what he’s running from—his past, his pain, or himself. But you do know one thing: you don’t want to let him run alone.

But loving Taehyung means stepping into the fire with him.

Are you ready for that?

"Come on!" Taehyung laughs, grabbing your wrist as he pulls you through the empty streets. "The world’s asleep, and that means it’s ours."

You’re breathless, half-laughing, half-scared. "This is crazy!"

He turns to face you, eyes gleaming. "Exactly."

And then, just like that, he’s pulling you into the night—running, running, running—like maybe if he moves fast enough, the darkness will never catch him.