A Gorgeous White || bts_taegi_fanfic ||

❄️|| Chapter 56: Like A Servant To His Master ||❄️

Chapter 56: Like A Servant To His Master

The lord looked imposing and dignified in Yoongi's view from below. Like a mighty king looking down on his subjects as they knelt before his feet. The man's powerful figure was reflected in Yoongi's silver eyes.

Yoongi furrowed his brows in confusion as he looked around. Completely throwing away his attention to the man before him.

He was in some sort of room, a cramped room filled with tall wooden shelves willed with small figurines and a large old desk placed by the window. The chandelier above them gave a warm atmosphere and the scent of paper and books entered Yoongi's nose.

H-how did he get here? Where was he? He was certain that he was resting under the willow tree earlier. He absolutely didn't dream it!

Taehyung stared at the confused look on the youth's face. Yoongi didn't even think about getting up from the floor. He was stuck in his thoughts, completely unaware of the deep look Taehyung was giving him. A corner of the Lord's lips quirked up as he scrutinized the pitiful youth.

The youth's long wavy hair was in a mess and the neckline of his shirt was loose and open. The white exquisite skin and the delicate clavicle were vulnerable under Taehyung's golden gaze. Before his thoughts would wander in the wrong direction, he shifted his attention to the youth's face which happened to be more captivating, shoving more coal into the fire.

Unable to bear it any longer, Taehyung reached out a hand to help the youth up. He guessed that if he wouldn't do anything, Yoongi would completely forget his existence in the room. "Come, stand up."

Yoongi stared at the open palm and a wave of realization immediately hit him hard. He jerked back and looked at the Lord with wide eyes. Fortunately, it was a face he was deeply familiar with in his heart.

Questions started pouring into his brain and before he could say anything, Taehyung had already grasped his arms, carefully pulling him up on his feet. The heat of his touch made Yoongi shiver other than the chilly wind that had enveloped him back in the courtyard which didn't faze him.

As Taehyung pulled the youth to his feet, his gaze lowered, and noticed Yoongi's bare feet. The pink toes were muddied, curling out of discomfort. The Lord frowned as he met Yoongi's gaze.

"Why are your feet bare?"

Yoongi lowered his gaze. His cheeks reddening with embarrassment. "I... got lost... "

He was like a kitten, waiting to be punished. Although he looked pitiful, there was an unyielding look in his eyes. As if he didn't want to accept the current situation happening to him.

"The young master got lost? Where was your brother? I believe he wouldn't leave his helpless dear brother alone in a very foreign place." There was a smile as he spoke.

Taehyung's tone was as if telling Yoongi that it was in fact his fault for being so reckless and getting himself lost. Yoongi rolled his eyes as he pulled away from the Lord's grasp. "I would've found my way if it wasn't for my hunger-"

Knock!

Knock!

"My Lord?"

Yoongi flinched. He immediately shut his mouth as the lord and he looked at each other. Taehyung's expression was blank despite the situation. On the contrary, Yoongi looked like a thief about to be caught in the scene of thievery.

Yoongi stepped behind a wooden display cabinet the moment he heard the door about to be opened. His movements were quiet as he threw a glare at Taehyung.