A Gorgeous White || bts_taegi_fanfic ||

❄️ || Chapter 30 || What A Horrible Greeting ❄️

|| Chapter 30 || What A Horrible Greeting

Taehyung watched silently.

He watched the sorrowful pure touch of warmth inside those bright glossy eyes of silver, the purest he had ever seen in a person. As a person who grew up within a life of potent deceit imprisoning him, he had a keen eye of reading people through their eyes alone. Some had used the same innocent tactic against him but every trick was futile.

The young man in front of him was showing him an extremely different side of him, one that Taehyung did not expect the youth would possess. Like there was a calm sea of crystalline waters but deep beneath the tranquility lies violent currents where a lost soul was mislaid, confused, and seeking for hope. As though, if a thin delicate rope was sent down into depths he would hold unto it for dear life.

There was a pitiful heart beneath the currently flushed face of the third young master before him. If one would overlook the deep meaning in the youth's eyes, all they would see would be a beauteous countenance with incarnadining cheeks and stunning silver irises softening as if he was gazing at the person he truly desired in his life. If it was another person before the youth, their faces would immediately thicken with pride for seducing one beautiful and powerful maeruthan. But that would never happen...

Taehyung wasn't sure but the thought another person maliciously desiring this boy felt like a drop of venom and ashes blending in his mouth. And knowing Yoongi, the youth would probably resort to murder than let a man covetously eye him like a delectable morsel or a trophy to be won.

Even as a man, Taehyung wasn't easily swayed by seductive glances, charming tactics, and desirable innocence. Instead, they were like thorns and filth covered with makeup and fawning smiles. Aphrodites, admittedly, were one of the worst. But Yoongi was like a white diamond within a sea of gems, sparkling brighter than the rest.

"Thank... you... " Yoongi unconsciously whispered, his voice was as clear as a resounding drop of water in a dark cave.

Their hands touched, fingertips tingled. Yoongi almost jerked back the hand holding the flower if it wasn't for his awareness returning him back to the ground. He had already forgotten the previous irritation a minute ago and was currently silent.

There wasn't a bit of awkwardness in their silence but a youthful atmosphere like a pair of people discovering the foreign feeling of affection together. It extended for a few savoring minutes as the two only gazed at each other.

...

"Yoongi..."

A call abruptly interrupted the pair and both turned to look at the person approaching them with cool steady steps. It was none other than the heir of the Min household, Jaebum.

Taehyung's eyes dimmed before they returned back to normal as if it never happened. His gaze shifted to Yoongi, who in return turned expectantly to him. "I have expressed my thanks, I'll be waiting for yours..." his lips turned up into a smile before he shifted his gaze and began to walk away.

Words refused to escape Yoongi's mouth for he was currently unsure of what to do or even say. He only watched as Taehyung walked away farther from him. The previous feeling quickly diminished as if it was forcibly stuffed into a chest and Yoongi was left with only confusion as he gripped the flower within his hand.

Jaebum quietly paused and bowed his head slightly towards the Archnoble, who walked past him. He quite noticed the cold look in Taehyung's eyes, when he glanced at him. It happened in less than a second before it disappeared and the Lord had walked farther away. He didn't know why but the sharp glare in Taehyung's eyes seemed to directed to him as if Jaebum had greatly disrupted his mood.