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

9: Dikos Mou

Y/n's POV

Fear wrapped around my throat and cut off my breath. A tear escaped my closed eyes, running down my cheek. I couldn't breathe. Terror crawled up my spine as I entered the room from Taehyung's room.

I didn't want Taehyung to see me like this, but I also didn't want to die. And I was sure I would if I had to be alone in this darkness any longer. "Y/n?" A soft voice called out. I turned around.

A candle glowed from somewhere behind, casting his form in shadow. His presence, however, was like a light in the dark. "I'm going to die," I choked out, not being able to drag a deep enough breath into my lungs.

"Never, princess." It was soft and vehement. "Come here." It wasn't until I was pressed against his warm body that I realized how badly I was shaking. It was like grabbing onto a life raft before almost drowning in the sea.

He made a rough noise and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist like a bear and rested my face against his neck, struggling for every breath. "Breathe, Princess."

He ran a hand through my hair, down my back, and the simple act was so soothing, soon, I inhaled a steady breath.

Relief hit me so strongly that it brought on a wave of fresh tears. I didn't know how long it took, but when my breathing evened out and my heart rate slowed, I was straddling Taehyung on his bed, my arms around his shoulders, my chest pressed to his.

The panic attack had sucked the energy from me and left me feeling lethargic. Thunder rumbled in the distance. A candle flickered on the table suddenly. "What are you afraid of?"

"Everything," I whispered, trailing my finger across the starched collar of his white shirt inside the robe. "You're not afraid of me." We were so close his cheek brushed my tear-streaked one when he rasped, "And, princess, I'm worse than that silver flames that you fear."

Maybe that was why I felt safe from it now. He was so warm and solid, and he smelled so irresistible, I couldn't stop myself from dragging my face down his neck and making a soft noise of approval.

Maybe I was courting the devil, though no one had ever warned me the devil would feel so good. Tension rolled through him. His fingers laced through my hair at the small of my back, his voice hoarse. "Tell me about those royal guards who hurt you, Y/n."

I didn't even blink about the fact that he knew. Of course, he did. Give the man two sticks and tell him to make a boat with them, and he could.

That's the power of magic.

I couldn't deny him an answer. Not now, without an ounce of fight in me. With my body against his, and his smell everywhere. Not in the dark, with his arms around me and his voice in my ear.

"I don't remember," I said. He sighed and caressed my back softly, calming me down. He asked me about my childhood and then I told him everything that my grandmother informed me. He informed me that he saw most of the things in his crystal but still, a few things were unclear.

"You have got to learn how to howl, princess. To tell those demons to fuck off. We all know you have it in you; you were created as well. But I'm more dangerous than all three of you. Because, unlike those demons," his voice darkened, "I can actually bite you."

I shivered. "I think you just wanted me to speak what you want to hear."

He didn't agree, but the thumb he ran across a tear track on my cheek said more than words ever could. I feigned a frown. "Why do you kiss me?" I asked and he rolled his eyes. "You're asking that again."

"Answer me, Taehyung." His gaze dropped to my lips, his jaw ticking in thought. "I wanted to know what you tasted like. But then I got addicted to your taste. And now I just want to keep tasting it."

"What do I taste like?"

His eyes drifted back up to mine. They were so deep and serious that they held me captive. His next two words tugged at my heart, even though I didn't know the meaning.

"Dikos Mou."

I could see the intensity in his eyes I hadn't been able to in the dark. A possessive heat sizzling in blue flame.

We stared at each other. My heart raced. My blood burned.

I didn't know what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. Leaning in, I brought my mouth to his, pausing close enough to taste his breath. I was shaking in anticipation yet he remained still as I took a sweet pull on his lips. Nobody taught me this but my brain is somehow guiding me through this.

Hearts are made to hold you hostage and I'm captive against my will.