The Torment Of Kim Taehyung | BTS fanfiction | Part Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Hold this." Hyunjoon said, passing the golden lighter to Jangmi so that he could use his spare hands to adjust his tie and maybe run his fingers over the fine material of his suit, the white lights casting an ethereal shade on him.

As unlawful as it seemed, Hyunjoon was easy on the eyes, a revolutionary charm sided with a crinkle so impure that it almost disguised as the real. It was ridiculously simple at some instances to waver and develop an innocent crush on the acutely distrustful man. And to watch him dress smartly to a formal event was a temporary tantalizing experience that returned to its ashes so very quickly.

Jangmi almost gasped, running her fingers over the intricacy of the golden lighter in her hand, fumbling for the ends of her coat to ingest heat. She wondered if it wasn't just plated and actually real gold that sunk so deeply in the metal cover. That would be amazing.

"Told you that this coat was a bad choice."

"The Royal Shining could be more considerate of the climate outside." Jangmi miffed and sucked her lower lip, tightening her jaw to fight against the chatter of her teeth.

She couldn't help it. The light coat went so well with the wine of her attire that she was hoaxed into it before she could know the consequences of her choice. The fine beige of the material poked her wine frame out distinctively. It was a dear wish that none of the polished eyes around here found out how cheap her coat actually was.

Her hopes were that winter would not slay today but it did. Mercilessly so.

She detested the taste sitting at the back of her throat and the primary neglect to the important in the air. The swing in the patriarchal style of these parties had begun to find adjustable warmth in her, somewhere between the fight to not lose balance. Everywhere that eyes spanned, women were elegant and closely compacted to another man.

In as much as she would have loved to mingle with the paper-white smiles and maybe untie herself, her solemn prayers to feel at ease were disregarded when she found what every eye in the room could.

His hair was longer and half of it was tied up into a presentable bun at the peak. The clean finish of his burgundy suit, stabbed her in the chest. Even though his presence was obvious, he was still so unforeseen to the might beating in her chest.

The scores she kept with him were beginning to caricature into wounds that burned. But the man was a snake and would do nothing but bite when she approached. Sometimes she wished she wouldn't just softly break down when he appeared but the first few seconds of his appearance were always spent collecting herself back.

As if his presence wasn't enough to enunciate war, So-Hyun stood to his side shedding blood upon the fields of white marble. Unlike herself, So-Hyun had an angelic appearance, providing her an almost ethereal edge to her beauty. She was just like Jangmi and yet a little too perfect around the edges. Just perfect enough for Jangmi to strive for her lack.

The pear of her satin clung like fruits from a tree, honing a delectable curse. A shady revenge and a farsighted plot. She shimmered marvelously and at par with him. This was starting to hurt more than she had imagined in her head repeatedly over the past few days.

Jangmi hung her head, grappling at the ends of her composure and mentally sucker-punching herself for dragging her heart through the same shit again. Even in her highest heels, she was still here to be let down. Again.

"He never brought me to parties.." Jangmi mumbled, realising the weight of her own words once they had rolled off her tongue.

Hyunjoon peered down at her downcast face and softly patted her head and that was all that he could do for her. A part of her regretted saying it out loud and then there was another that never bothered considering what she was messing with.