UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

PART 1 ( 一 ) ; METAMORPHOSIS

"You're such a fucking piece of shit!" The words left the young boy in a devastated, choked out cry.

It was September. The glimmering lights of Seoul bathed the city in a gentle cold glow. As winter readied to settle in, the wind had gotten more and more chilly while it swept furiously over tree leaves, and the paling complexion of passing crowds, and the tall concrete buildings adorning the serene streets. It was a particularly gloomy night for Jeon Jeongguk, his solid steps almost echoing against the cold gray pavement as he seemingly stomped his way down the street.

On his right hand he clutched his cellphone, the device firmly pressed against his ear, brows raised and furrowed tightly in distress, his bottom lip reddened from the many times his teeth had dug mercilessly into them.

"Baby, please... You have to let me explain-" The all too familiar voice rushed out through the phone speakers, a bit frantic. Jeongguk found the statement quite hilarious, and so he laughed out sarcastically.

"Baby? Oh no, Seojun. I'm not your baby anymore." The tears finally sprung up on the boy's eyes, his lip quivering. It had been almost five years. Five long years he had dedicated to his high school sweetheart. Jeongguk had fantasies of marrying him one day. Having kids, buying a house. The usual childish dreams one would have in times so wonderfully young and innocent. He had believed in these dreams through and through.

Of course, until tonight.

Jeongguk hurried down the isolated sidewalk, taking turns that lead him through places of the area he hadn't even seen before. All to ensure that his rotten (now ex) boyfriend wouldn't dare rush over and find him. Not that he was too worried, though. He knew it wouldn't take Seojun too long to finish inside that woman whose name Jeongguk didn't know, face he didn't recognize; but surely it would take him a while to get dressed if he even bothered to run after him.

"Jeongguk—"

"Don't you dare say my name with that filthy mouth of yours, asshole. Hope you and your tiny dick have fun with that poor little woman."

With that, the boy had hung up and lifted an arm over his face to wipe the gush of tears now cascading down his cheeks and to the sleeve of his denim jacket. He tried hard to choke back his sobs as memories of the day he and Seojun met manifested in his head. Those damn memories. If only he knew it'd end this way, Jeongguk had rather wished they'd remained friends back then.

He bent his knees, squatting down as he wailed loudly into his hands, body trembling from the painful memories he cursed for deciding to resurface now, the poor boy remaining in that position for a few minutes. Minutes that felt like long, excruciating hours. But when he somewhat came to his senses he looked up with a blurry vision, a tear or two slipping down as he blinked repeatedly.

He had found himself in the middle of a small park area, vacant of people as it was now quite late into the night. There was a sudden small ruffling noise, and with a sniffle Jeongguk redirected his attention from the street lamp in front of him and towards a shadowed figure standing a few feet away.

There, stood a tall young man; with dark attentive eyes that were planted directly at Jeongguk, nicely shaped lips slightly parted in intrigue, and strong prominent brows. He had pitch black hair that nearly blended into the gloomy night sky, his long bangs draping over his intense gaze in slight curls. Jeongguk let out a quiet, high pitched breath.

He was alarmingly handsome.

"Oh.." he whimpered out, cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the state he was in beside the total stranger—who had to be just about the most attractive guy he's ever laid eyes on. "S-Sorry.." He cleared his throat, getting back up and standing straight, the back of his hand wiping at the remaining tears staining his feverish cheeks.

Jeongguk looked back to the stranger's piercing gaze, eyes that held a captivating aura to them. It gave him chills, a glimmer of nervousness igniting in the depths of his stomach as the man stared him down without saying a word. He could feel himself trembling from the anticipation, yet at the same time he was strangely enamoured with the man's presence.

It was then that Jeongguk had taken a better look at him. How he wore a long leather jacket, a white t-shirt underneath tucked into black ripped jeans. In his hands he held a black DSLR camera lowered against his stomach, the straps secured firmly over his neck. Even from the distance, Jeongguk could see that a few of his nails, but not all, were painted black on both hands.

The stranger was also barefoot, his toes naked against the grass area he stood in, his shoes scattered somewhere beside him, blades of scraped grass sticking to the tips of his pants. Now that it was dead silent Jeongguk noticed faint music playing, probably from the stranger's phone in his pocket.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby ♪
As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine...♪ "

Jeongguk's lips parted, their gazes locked vigorously on each other. The wind made a few tree leaves rustle, and the boy watched as strands of the stranger's perfectly wavy hair lifted into the air.

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby ♪
Nothing's gonna take you from my side...♪ "

Jeongguk's hands tightened to fists, heart beat blaring inside his chest. The stranger's stare felt so cold, yet curious, and utterly intimidating. Made him feel weak in his knees, like he was losing a battle he didn't remember entering.

But before the boy could blink again, the stranger had strode forward, moving from the grassy surface and onto the cold, concrete pavement Jeongguk stood in. The boy felt himself freeze in place, watching as the man released his hold on his camera, letting it hang from the strap, his bare feet padding through pebbles until he stood just inches away from him.

The stranger then lifted his large veiny hands, and Jeongguk could feel knots in his stomach, but before he knew it there was a warmth at his left cheek, the man's thumb brushing gently over a lingering tear on Jeongguk's cheek.

"Hey now.." the man's deep and incredibly husky voice bellowed against the air between them, causing Jeongguk's heart to clench in surprise. "What is a pretty boy like you doing out here so late into the night, hm?" His dark gaze melted into the other male. "Why are you crying?"

Jeongguk's eyes were big, throat run dry. He was not expecting those words, let alone with a voice quite like that. He didn't think this man could get any more attractive, yet somehow there he was trembling over a complete stranger's raw masculine demeanor.

Thus was the night he met him. Kim Taehyung—the man who would obtrude into his world forcefully, and ruthlessly flip it upside down entirely.

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