🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

12. Dionysus

💜🖤: When I'm drunk, I feel more sober than ever💜🖤

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"It's a surprise seeing you here."

"Well, can't say no when duty calls right?"

Hoseok haded her a cigarette from his packet and helped her lit it up.

"I can kind of guess why father sent you but I wanna know from you."

From where they stood at the outside of the sports stadium, they could easily see the red hue painted by the sun at the West sky. Chirping of birds were dying down and the smokes emitted from their lungs diffused in the faint maple scented air. At a distance there were two street dogs barking near the window of a house, apparently to another pet dog in there, who was not giving a flying fuck about their meaningless effort.

"Lord Min explained me everything."

"Regarding.... "

"Yes. Regarding Minho. He told me he has threatened you... "

"Not exactly me, but yeah continue... "

"So I'm here to keep a tab on his activities, from the shadows."

It makes sense. Jung Hoseok, her fathers not just another right hand man, has the sensory and stealth skills exceeding Japanese ninjas. And with that high intelligence and beautiful artistic skill and knowledge, it would be just perfect for him to play the role of the invisible art teacher who stays sunken inside paints in his studio in the daytime and lurks in the darkness in the night like a hunter, chasing just another.

Just perfect.

"Then you must know he did a little party-party-yeah last night also."

"Has he? I just arrived here today." Hoseok sucked the last bit of nicotine from the cigarette and threw the butt away in the stream below them. "By the way, Miss Garfield has shown me your sketch. It's impressive. I noticed you still use the 3D effect I taught you." He chuckled and then smiled.

Sun rolled her eyes and smashed her own cigarette under her shoes, not failing to notice the sugarcoated emphasis on his assertion. She always had a different kind of dynamic with Jung Hoseok than the rest of people in the clan. He was one of the few friends who had helped her with the artist inside her and still had the privilege to tease her.

It's nice to have someone who cultivates the same passion as you.

"You have a house here yet?"

"Nah." He lowered his voice one octave than before. "Still stuck in rented ones."

A minute of comfortable silence passed by. Sun blowed air from her mouth and attempted. "Well, I'll be going then. Contact me if you need anything."

"Have fun." Hoseok said.

She took one step slower thinking if she should ask him about the sacred blood but dropped it anyway. He might not know about it at all. I mean, She didn't.

"You too."

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"Another round please!" Rebecca smashed her glass on the table with a loud thud.

"Reb should you be drinking like this? You just got out of the hospital."

"Ugh! You don't know the hellhole I was stuck in! It's about time I boost my blood pressure with some boooooooozeeeee!"

'Goodness' Sun muttered under her breathe and took a sip from her glass. It was a break from reality for her. From the vintage light dimly glowing surrounding their intoxicated mind and body; the clanking of glass and unrecognizable voices intermingled together; the slow jazz music playing; the artificial yet sweet perfume lingering in the air - it was all so serene, so otherworldly that helped her calm the voices inside her head.