‹𝟹﹒𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥﹒⌒⌒

✦・forty six╭╯

Night rested her head against Jimin's chest. He wrapped a hand around her back and pulled her closer. His movements were soft and graceful. His other hand moved to stroke her hair. Night closed her eyes at his touch and wrapped her hands around his waist.

For a while, they didn't say anything. They just sat there in each other's arms. Their hot bodies soaking each other's warmth. It was like time had frozen, giving them all the time possible before they would lose it, too. 

"Vanilla," he whispered.

Night used this time to calm herself down, but her head was still buzzing for what she had seen moments before. Jimin stroking her hair was having a calming effect on her. His fingers moved through her hair rhythmically.

"What happened?" Jimin whispered. His voice sounded like a melody. 

She took a few deep breaths before saying anything. "A few years back, I had this...mentor, you can say. She would teach me how to control my powers. She's the one who taught me sword fighting." 

Jimin listened carefully and without interruptions. Worry was evident in his eyes. 

"Then, one day, while using my powers, I accidentally killed her. I mean, at least I thought I did. But right now I saw her, Jimin," she whispered frightfully. "She is alive. She is the General." 

Admitting it out loud made her heart beat faster. Was Stephanie really the General, or was she just a look-alike? 

Night's head was buzzing like an irritating fly. She didn't know who or what to trust now. She was having second guesses if Vague really wanted to help her out? 

She snuggled closer to Jimin. It was the only source of comfort in the cold, dark cell. She could see his eyes perfectly. The stormy grey eyes glowed in the dark. She could also see a faint outline of his face. 

Without realising, Jimin had wrapped his hand tighter around her back and rested his cheek at the top of her head. His fingers were expertly moving in and out of her hair, as though he were weaving them. 

Night could feel his fingers trail down her hair. But she didn't stop him. Instead, she just lay there, letting him play with her hair. His light touches were soothing, like classical music on a rainy day. 

"That's why you didn't use your powers?" He asked. 

Night nodded against his chest. He smelled like flowers. His hand stroking her hair was making her feel light-headed. Too much blood was rushing to her brain. She would have slept after some time if he continued caressing her hair. 

Suddenly, the door blew up. Night instantly moved away from Jimin. A blush coating her cheeks. Luckily it was dark so no one could see it. She felt cold at the loss of contact, and her heart filled with sadness again. She wanted to hug Jimin again. 

Were they going to get executed now?

A boy with a striking resemblance to Jimin summoned a light ball. It dimly lit the room. Night hoped her blush wasn't visible. She glanced at Jimin, his cheeks were tainted red. 

"Come on. We have to get you out of here before the soldiers come to take you for your execution." A girl with blonde hair said. 

"And don't worry about your friends. They are safe too." Another boy said. 

Outside the cell, there was a wave of black mist, followed by an ear-splitting scream. Night could recognise the scream in an instant, and her heart stopped. 

"Zia!" Hoseok wailed. 

She rushed out, with Jimin at her heels, to see Zia lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Hoseok was kneeling beside her with tears swimming in his eyes.