A Gorgeous White || bts_taegi_fanfic ||

❄️ || Chapter 23 || The Unexpected Reunion ❄️

|| Chapter 23 || The Unexpected Reunion

The sound of trickling water drops on the cast stone three-layered fountain eased the tension on Yoongi's face. Feet planted on the dim stoned floor, the little third young master narrowed his eyes at the concealed person vaguely visible behind the curtain of water hiding him. From Yoongi's perspective, it seems that the other person hadn't noticed him yet, which gave a slight relief.

With a smoothened forehead, Yoongi dragged his eyes away in search of another path that would direct him to an alternative place. The garden was impressively tremendous so he didn't need to dwell over this single place. He can't believe how childish his thoughts must've been earlier.

As he was about to turn and walk away, heading towards an open pathway by his right, a sudden strong aura abruptly caught him in his place, heavy and powerful. Yoongi had reacted a second too late. His fingers dug into his palms, his eyes dilated. It was as though gravity wanted to pull him down on the ground, A deep sense of fear and oppression hovered around his heart like a black mist. His mind was downtrodden by the concentrated awareness of heeding a being most sovereign, superior to him.

A maeruthan. A powerful one.

With this deathly threatening aura, the owner should be hostile, releasing his aggressiveness. Why, however? Yoongi hadn't done anything impulsive against him.

Yoongi shook his head, his eyes glaring along with the moonlight, he'd be damn as to let someone suppress him for no reason. If this asshole refuses to withdraw his manic aura Yoongi's mind might be penetrated and forced to heed his will. Yet the only way to protect himself is to counter the stranger by releasing his aura as well. Hesitation flashed through his silver eyes as he grits his teeth in reluctance. It was too soon to divulge his being as a maeruthan.

A sharp headache akin to a cut in the throat entered his head and Yoongi knew then that if he would not take action any sooner, his mind will be held.

Breaking any bit of hesitation left inside him, he released his aura and a soothing sense of tranquility entered his internal body. He fought defensively, clashing with the other person with no means to harm. Little did Yoongi know that the mana kept and restrained inside him had been too pent up, bubbling and boiling like hot water. As if it would explode at the slightest movement. The release of his aura had triggered the wrong move resulting in a wide blast of repressed energy throughout the garden. A gust of silver light blew across the surrounding hedges, stretching further and further.

The flowers grew brighter and brighter as the gust blew through them, a hint of silver sparkling and gleaming on budded petal tips. From various locations throughout the garden, maeruthan noblemen and noblewomen felt the sudden anomaly, most startled and some calmly suspicious.

A particular pair of silver eyes widened in shock. Body stiffened into stone and mouth gaping, too horrified to even react. Yoongi didn't know. He absolutely did not know! How could he not have known? It was his own damn body!

The blast had even stretched throughout the garden! It was pure concentrated energy. It was strange how he didn't felt anything as he had suppressed his cultivated energy. Not a single bit of discomfort or any doubtful hint within.

"You..."

...

Lifting his gaze up, bitterness evident deep in those blade-like eyes, Yoongi clenched his hands with a deathly calm face. Of course, he wouldn't have resorted to his earlier judgment if it weren't for this punk--

...

Wait...

...

He could recognize those sun-like golden pupils anywhere.