•°𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒°• Taehyung x BTS | V centric

7

Taehyung sat with wide eyes, sweat dripping down his temple. He was vulnerable and unmoving, under the heated gaze of Jung Hoseok.

He couldn't pin it down, but he swore that he caught a glimpse of something feral in those dark eyes as they roamed over him

The bell rang and he did the exact same thing he did for all the previous classes that day, that he had never had to do any other day because he didn't usually feel as if he were being hunted down.

He shot up in his seat, messily packed up his bag and left out the door. No looking back. He was too afraid.

Even more so when he turned his head only a little, and caught the flame of burning chestnut eyes on him from behind.

He was being followed. But what for?? Why was he running away in the first place??

He threw such questions out the window as he broke into a speed walk. Not anything that anyone would notice except for himself and Hoseok. Yet they seemed to be attracting attention either way. As he walked, he could hear various 'oohs' and 'aahs' over the auburn-haired devil that was pacing after him.

They were inevitably spellbound by the charm of the devil, without truly knowing what lay inside.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes. How could this boy be any different??

Soon, they were in an empty corridor, however. And Taehyung's suspicions were confirmed.

His reasoning was betraying his gut feeling. The man was a new student. He could be lost. He could be looking for a friend in the battle field that was Korean highschool. He could be unsure of how to approach people hence following him instead.

---was what a logical person would think.

Yet as Taehyung walked...he could feel dread seeping into his veins, making him feel lightheaded. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and his muscles tensed up just like that of a sensitive cat predicting incoming peril.

He tried to suck in a breath yet instead, let a small whimper slip. A sirenic chuckle sounds from behind him.

He turns around. Hoseok grins in victory, somehow feeling accomplished in getting the small brunette to look at him properly.

And yet again, those plump lips, that he so desperately wants to claim,  open.

"A-Are you lost or s-something??"

The human is scared.

Hoseok runs his hand through his hair almost feverishly.

He moves as smooth as a serpent, entangling two slender yet frighteningly strong arms around the brunette's waist before the latter could even react, and leans in.

Taehyung's eyes widen even further as he is forced into eye contact with the other. And he swore that he witnessed sparks of gold waves within the other's iris.

The auburn haired temptor steps forward. Taehyung took a step back. This continued until the brunette was against the wall and two slender yet distinctively muscular arms were trapping him in from both sides.

The man, who was considerably taller than himself, casted a shadow over his cowering form.

"J-Jung Hoseok...what do you think you're doing??"

Hoseok's eyes snapped wide open. The glow dissapeared and he steps back immediately. What happened?? Why did he feel so drawn to the human boy, who he'd only met mere minutes ago?? So much that he could hardly resist the pull. If Taehyung's exclaimation hadn't snapped him out of it, he feared that he would have smothered the little one.

And even worse for him; the human didn't throw himself at him, didn't succumb to the compelling charms that he possessed like most did, nor did he run, freaked out by his inhumane trait that had inevitably revealed itself to the boy.

Instead, those large dark and glossy eyes, framed with exquisite thick lashes, flashed with something.

Something that a ruthless monster like Jung Hoseok, along with the rest of them, feared the most.

Empathy; understanding.

The sheer depth of it made his knees go weak but before that effect could be visibly displayed, he snaps his head away from the boy at once.

These moments had passed in silence. They seemed to have communicated with their eyes. It was chilling for someone such as Hoseok, who had either been shunned all his life, or had been beckoned for the sake of one's shallow desires.

He sucks in a breath and tries his best to act calm despite every mistake that he had just made that he didn't even want to think about.

He was Jung Hoseok- the prince of the night demons, the predators that entered the dreams of humans at night and exploited them effortlessly, using nothing but their physical and gravitational charm to their advantage. He didn't make mistakes. He made others make mistakes through twisted manipulative tactics that would be impossible for the human mind to fathom.

Like now; even though he had quite literally let it slip that he was no ordinary entity, the hypotic tone of voice he used seemed to lull the human before him into thinking that everything was normal. Temporarily, anyway.

"Yes, I'm lost. Would you lead me to room eleven, Taehyung??" He grits out in a voice that could convince someone that witnessed murder that everything was okay.

It didn't work on Kim Taehyung. But he knew better then to show it. Afterall, how would a normal person react to someone who was previously chasing them in amusement, now suddenly all serious and acting nonchalant??

Hoseok knew that it didn't work on Taehyung. His jaw clenched as he hid his surprise with an intrinsic façade.

"...I would be happy to." The other replied dryly, unskillfully masking his fright with indifference.

And down the corridor they walked-- The brunette obviously keeping his distance.

Between them both, everything was alright because not one said the truth. Confronting something such as that wasn't on the regular eveyday student that blends into the background-- Taehyung's radar.