Faceless Existence; The love of the beast (Taekook)

Jungkook

Ignore the mistakes 🙏🏻

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting a warm, hazy portrait in my room. I stirred in bed, my own bitter words from last night hanging heavily over me. Taehyung's hurt expression haunted my thoughts, and remorse coiled tightly around my heart.

"Taehyung," I whispered, though he couldn't hear, my voice burdened with guilt. My harshness had been unjust, and I couldn't shake the regret.

As I attempted to rise, the oppressive presence of the spirits that always encircled me pressed closer. Their voices, shrill and demanding, filled the room. Some hurled curses and threats, their anger palpable, while others sought to engage with me, their eerie laughter chilling me to the bone.

"The cursed prince ," a spirit hissed, its voice trembling with fear and defiance. "We know your power, but we won't yield to you."

I clenched my fists, frustration and anger boiling within me. The spirits had never dared such insolence before. They had always been malevolent, but now they'd grown bolder, perhaps sensing the tension between Taehyung and me.

"Master's property is our property as well," another spirit sneered, its voice dripping with malice. "Let me have my fun with it."

My patience wore thin as I struggled to control my escalating irritation. These spirits served as a constant reminder of the darkness that clung to me, the curse I couldn't escape. Yet now, they pushed boundaries, as if they'd uncovered my vulnerability.

Amidst the cacophony, I managed to pull myself out of bed and made my way to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, eyes reflecting a mix of anger and sorrow. I needed to find Taehyung, to bridge the chasm growing between us, yet I couldn't ignore the unease that gnawed at my core.

"Taehyung," I muttered, cursing the distance that had widened between us.

The spirits persisted, their voices growing more irritating and haunting with each passing moment. They whispered threats and insults, gnawing at my fraying patience. Tears welled in my eyes, frustration and anger warring within me.

"I need to find him," I muttered again, my voice laced with desperation. "I need to fix this."

My heart ached with the knowledge that I'd hurt Taehyung, the one person who had shown me kindness and compassion in this cursed existence. I couldn't allow the divide between us to widen any further.

With determined steps, I left my room, my mind set on finding Taehyung and mending our fractured bond.

My footsteps echoed through the dimly lit hallways of the castle as I sought out Taehyung. The bitterness of our argument from the previous night still clung to me, and I yearned to mend the rift between us.

As I walked, I could sense the spirits, their presence like a heavy shroud in the air. Their voices, once whispers, now grew louder, filled with rebellion and defiance.

"You can't control us, Prince," one spirit sneered, its ethereal form swirling in the air. I could feel the sting of their words like a thousand tiny daggers.

My jaw tightened with frustration, and my fists clenched at my sides. The spirits' insolence grated on my nerves, and I felt my anger rising.

"Respect the Prince!" I commanded, my voice laced with authority.

But the spirits only laughed, their eerie voices echoing through the corridor. "Prince? You've lost your touch, Your Highness."

My brows furrowed in irritation. I couldn't afford to let them undermine my authority any longer.