the beginning of the end
The sky above the small town was gray, threatening rain as Taehyung hurried down the worn path from the university. His footsteps were light, but his heart felt heavy. It had been another unbearable day. The whispers, the laughter, the harsh words—they clung to him like shadows, even when no one was around.
Irina *bully*
“Look at him,”
*One of his classmates had sneered earlier, loud enough for everyone to hear.*
Irina *bully*
“An omega like him doesn’t belong here. What’s he even trying to prove?”
They’d laughed, their voices sharp and cruel, and Taehyung had swallowed his words, as he always did. Speaking up never helped. He was an orphan, poor and powerless. No one would listen to him.
His fingers tightened around the strap of his worn-out bag. His best friend, Jimin, had always been his solace, but Jimin had moved to a neighboring city for work, leaving Taehyung to fend for himself. He had no one now. No one except himself.
Someday, Taehyung thought as he walked, his gaze fixed on the cracks in the pavement. Someday, this will end. Someday, things will get better.
But that hope was fragile, and the events of the day shattered it completely.
The incident happened just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Taehyung had stayed late at the university library, hoping to avoid the usual crowd. The campus was nearly empty as he stepped outside, the faint hum of streetlights filling the silence.
Minho
Taehyung. *a voice called out, smooth but chilling. He froze, recognizing it instantly.*
It was Minho, one of the alphas who loved to torment him. Minho wasn’t like the others—his cruelty went beyond words. Taehyung turned slowly, his pulse quickening as he saw Minho leaning casually against the lamppost, a smirk on his face.
Kim taehyung
“What do you want?” *Taehyung asked, trying to keep his voice steady.*
Minho
Minho pushed off the lamppost and sauntered closer. “Oh, don’t be like that. I just want to talk.”
Taehyung stepped back, his instincts screaming at him to run. But Minho was faster, his hand shooting out to grab Taehyung’s wrist.
Kim taehyung
“Let me go!” Taehyung struggled, his voice trembling.
Minho
“Why?” Minho’s smirk deepened as he yanked Taehyung closer. “You’re always so pretty when you’re scared. Makes me want to—”
Kim taehyung
“Let. Me. Go.” Taehyung’s voice rose, desperation leaking into his tone. He wrenched his arm free and stumbled back, his bag falling to the ground. Minho advanced, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.
Taehyung’s heart pounded. There was no one around to help, no one to hear him scream. Panic surged through him, and he did the only thing he could—he ran.
The streets blurred as Taehyung sprinted, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. His legs burned, but he didn’t stop, not until he was deep in the woods that bordered the town. Only then did he dare to look back.
Minho was nowhere in sight.
Taehyung sank to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He’d saved himself this time, but what about tomorrow? Or the day after? How long could he keep running?
The wind howled through the trees, and Taehyung shivered, suddenly aware of how cold it had become. He needed to find shelter, at least until he could calm down. Rising to his feet, he wiped his face with trembling hands and began to walk.
That’s when he saw it.
The house loomed ahead, its dark silhouette barely visible through the thick fog. It was old, its windows cracked and its walls covered in ivy. The townsfolk called it haunted, but Taehyung didn’t care. At least no one would look for him there.
He approached cautiously, the wooden steps creaking under his weight as he climbed to the porch. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, the hinges groaning in protest.
Inside, the air was damp and musty, and the faint scent of decay lingered. Broken furniture was scattered across the floor, and cobwebs clung to the corners. Taehyung stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room for anything useful.
That’s when he saw the book.
It lay on a table in the center of the room, its cover dark and worn with age. Something about it drew Taehyung closer, his curiosity outweighing his fear.
The book was bound in leather, its edges frayed, and the symbols on its cover were unfamiliar. Taehyung reached out, his fingers brushing the surface. The air around him seemed to shift, growing heavier.
A whisper filled the room, low and indistinct. Taehyung froze, his heart racing.
Kim taehyung
“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice trembling.
No one answered. The whisper faded, leaving only the sound of his own breathing.
Swallowing his fear, Taehyung picked up the book. It was surprisingly heavy, and the leather felt oddly warm under his touch. He opened it carefully, the pages yellowed and brittle.
The text inside was written in a language he didn’t recognize, the symbols twisting and shifting as if alive. But as he stared, the words began to make sense, their meaning seeping into his mind.
It was a summoning ritual.
Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he read. The ritual promised power—enough to change his fate, to end his suffering. All it required was a drop of blood.
He hesitated, the memory of Minho’s predatory gaze flashing through his mind. The world had been cruel to him, and he was tired of being helpless.
Kim taehyung
(What if this is my chance?)
Before he could second-guess himself, Taehyung pressed his thumb against the edge of the table, wincing as a sharp splinter broke the skin. A bead of blood welled up, and he let it fall onto the page.
The room plunged into darkness.
The air grew thick, almost suffocating, and the whispers returned, louder this time. The floor beneath Taehyung trembled, and a low, guttural growl echoed through the house.
Taehyung stumbled back, his eyes wide as a figure began to take shape in the shadows. It was tall and imposing, its presence radiating danger.
The whispers ceased, and the figure stepped into the faint light.
Eyes like molten gold met Taehyung’s, and a slow, predatory smile spread across the figure’s face.
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“Who…” Taehyung’s voice broke, his fear rendering him speechless.
The figure tilted its head, its gaze never leaving Taehyung.
???
“You called me,” it said, its voice smooth and deep. “And now, you’re mine.”
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I did some changes in this story
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and I will sure give crazy updates 🥳 because I'm free now
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