𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿 |𝙈𝙔𝙂|

Fourteen: Icy Interactions

~~~~~SANGHEE~~~~~

      We sat in the darkness, both of us silently staring at the candle.

"How long have you been here?" I finally muster the courage to ask, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

    His dark onyx eyes slowly lock with my own, sending shivers down my spine, just like they do every single time.

"That's none of you're business," he replies curtly, his voice sharp like icicles.

     I roll my eyes, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"My name is Sanghee by the way."

     He doesn't even bother to meet my gaze.

"You said you'd like to know before I get killed," I shrug, mocking his cruel words, "So now you know. I bet you'd like it if I was chosen as a slave. Why are you hiding me, then?"

"If you don't shut up, I will personally deliverer you to them," he hisses, taking a big bite out of the orange carrot in his hand.

    Why is he so COLD? I have to spend the rest of my life with this man. Maybe staying at the palace would have been better...

    I take a long look at my new "husband."

    He hasn't hurt me... yet.
I don't think he would...?

    I lean against the dirt wall, pulling a raggy blanket over my legs.

"Why do people call you August D if you're name is actually Yoongi?" I continue to pester, enjoying obviously pissing him off.

"I don't really know how it came about," he shrugs, chewing on a piece of carrot, "But yes, my real name is Yoongi. I suppose you can just call me that..."

     It's been almost an hour since we've entered the cellar. Hoseok and Jungkook are still out.

"Where do you think they are?"
"I don't know."

     suddenly, within minutes of me asking, heavy stomps echo from above us. Yoongi snaps his head towards the door, assuming it's his friends.

   However... it isn't...

    Our eyes widen when two soldiers forcefully open the door, raising their guns directly at our faces.

    Everything is happening so quickly, I barely hear Yoongi whisper,
"Don't move!"

    Various confusing thoughts are circulating through my head.

"You disguised the cellar really well," I whisper mockingly, stunned that we've already been captured. I've always known the royal guards are extremely thorough, judging by their work at the palace.

"GET OUT!" one of the soldiers yells, and we reluctantly stand to our feet.

   Slowly climbing up the latter, we make our way to the top. I can hear the quiet click of Yoongi's revolver... he better not shoot... HE BETTER NOT GET ME KILLED.

    As if he was listening to my mind, he quickly pulls out his gun, aiming for the soldiers' heads. I cover my eyes in disgust when the bullet penetrates through their skin, in the most vile of places. They shriek in agony before falling to the ground. Everything is happening far to quickly.