Into Your Universe || OT7 [Taehyung×Reader] ✓

6: Gifts

Y/n's POV

I broke out in shivers. I couldn't find the voice to reply to him. At this point, I didn't care what he said. I wanted him so badly that I trembled. No matter how much I hated him, this man was doing something to me.

Before I could lower myself, he spun me around and pushed my back against his body. I gasped but swallowed it as the heat of his body met my back.

He slowly fixed the robe on me and chuckled before speaking. "There's someone at the door. Probably, some gifts for you, princess."

And I did without any protest as if he was my friend who just ordered me to do something. He was dominating and no one could protest him it seems.

I walked towards the door and opened it to see a few girls bowing at me whilst holding dresses. "The prince ordered us to prepare these, my lady."

I blinked several times and then turned back to the man who was giving the girls a cold stare. His eyes met mine and his eyes softened with a faint curve of lips. He nodded, motioning me to take them.

I gulped hard and turned back to the girls. I took one of the dresses from them along with a fresh pair of undergarments and whispered to them. "I'm Goddess Y/n. He abducted me here. Help me."

"I can hear you, princess. And you both, keep the other dresses in my closet." I heard the man from behind.

They just ignored my plea and walked past the room. I turned around and the man pointed his finger across the room, a green light emitting from his finger.

A sound of a door creaking open was heard and I saw the door open, revealing a luxurious bathroom. "You can use that, princess." He beckoned his fingers and with every move of his fingers, I was pushed towards the bathroom.

Magic.

Once again.

I got out of the bathroom wearing a fresh gown and I saw him sitting on the bed while holding a bowl. He looked at me before standing up from the bed. "Come here."

I slowly strode to him and noticed that he was in a fresh pair of clothes as well. But the robe was on him now. He motioned me to sit on the bed and I obeyed silently.

"How did you know I wear dresses like this?" I asked him but he handed me the bowl. "Shut up and drink this."

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. "You are mean," I said before taking the bowl and drinking the bitter drink with a scrunched-up face. I stuck my tongue out.

"What is this?" I asked while coughing. "You had a fever so these are medicines." He said, taking the bowl from me and looking at the white gauge on my arm.

He raised his hand and the bowl flew back to the table beside him. And my tiara floated its way onto his hand.

"My tiara!" I screamed and he shut his eyes, holding it. I tried reaching for it but he raised his hand up, the other hand grabbing my wrist.

My attention caught on to something. I dropped my gaze to his grip on me, to the elastic band on his wrist.

"What is . . ." I trailed off when I realized what it was. And only because I had worn the same wide-banded white hair ties to braid my hair since I could remember.

The surprise hit me so hard that I went on the offensive. "That's mine," I accused like it was something important he'd stolen from me. I reached for it as if to take it back, but he stopped me by grabbing that wrist, too. "It's mine now."

I glared at him, shaking my head. "No, it's mine!" I said, squirming in his grip but he leaned towards my face to place his lips over mine.

I paused.

Eyes wide, heart pacing fast, cheeks red.

"Why did you kiss me?" I sighed into his mouth when he kissed me with a sweet pull. "Because you're the only woman who's ever tempted me." His lips brushed mine. "Because you love it." The last one was soft, with a possessive bite. "Because every part of you is mine."

I turned my face away. "I'm not yours. Leave me." I mumbled lowly. His lips brushed my ear. "Today you beg me to spare you, but one day you're going to beg me to make love to you."

No.

Never, I swore to myself.

His breath was hot against my skin and I closed my eyes. "Don't think because I don't claim my rights tonight that you aren't mine, Y/n. No other man will ever have what belongs to me. You are mine." I pulled back from his grip and stared at him nervously. "Sit." He demanded and I obeyed.

He placed the tiara on my head gently. "Look at you," he whispers harshly, gaze roaming all over my face from my eyes to my nose to my temple to my lips.

"Me?" He gives a faint nod to his head. "What a rare and beautiful thing you are."

"That's because I'm a goddess," I said and he scoffed. "Sure. I accept."

I looked at his eyes but I was sure he didn't believe that. His eyes were what nightmares were made of, ice and fire, and filled with secrets no one wanted to know.

"I am a goddess, Prince," I said, addressing him the same way the maids were doing him earlier and his eyes lit up.

He smiled a little before shaking his head. "It's Taehyung for you," he said and I frowned. "What?"

"Since I had my tongue in your mouth earlier, you can call me Taehyung." He said and I choked.

I started coughing vigorously but he had no effect. I calmed down before looking up at him. "Nobody knows your name?"

"Nobody dares to call me by my name besides my parents and brother. They die soon after. I kill them." He said and walked towards the door. 

I stood up. "Hey, I still need to go back. I cannot stay here forever. Do you by any chance know the spell to form a Transport hoop?"

He looked back at me, sath eyes before shaking his head. "No, I don't."

"Okay, so can you let me out—" my words were cut off as he spoke harshly before slamming the door shut behind him.

"Don't go out of this room. I'm locking it from outside."