your eyes tell 《taekook》

01

Taehyung stills in the middle of people’s screams and the thud of falling bodies, closes his eyes and waits.

Time gets suspended only for a few seconds, but it’s already more than he expected. That short moment is enough to think of every good memory he owns— There aren’t many of them. The infamous flashing of the whole lifetime shows Yoongi’s smile, the garden behind his house and the grip of his father’s hand back when it wasn’t stone-cold yet.

And then his body strikes the ground.

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When he regains his consciousness, he blinks multiple times before he catches anything else than the pitch darkness that he seems to have been thrown into. Am I dead? He registers a single candle casting a minimum light on him from behind the bars.

Everything feels as if put in a slow motion, so it takes a moment to gather the energy to try moving. His attempts end up being futile when his wrists stay in place, contained by something heavy, harsh, clattering—chains.

Taehyung feels panic mixed with sorrow building up inside him, something more binding than the chains wrapped around his body. He desired death, not this. No more restraints, no more enduring. He wanted his soul to cease into nothingness.

“You’ve awakened,” says a voice to his side, hiding in the shadows. Taehyung’s eyes immediately snap towards its source, but there’s no one visible. Just endless darkness around a faint flare.

There’s no end to the questions flying through his head. He could ask: who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?

Instead, he spits, “Why didn’t you kill me?”

On a battlefield, Alphas who momentarily lose their focus get killed in an instant—Omegas know no mercy. There’s no announcement to it and no time to mourn afterwards. The clusters  of dead bodies fallen to the ground are like sea waves; it’s hard to see when one ends and another begins.

Taehyung killed a person. Once. He was never allowed to join the battles because of his special blood lineage and he always considered himself lucky for that reason. After all, he never saw much meaning in senseless violence.

However, there was a time, one time, when the dormant animal inside him surfaced and took over all of his instincts. Blinded by the urge to take revenge, he tore apart another body with his bare hands alone, the body of someone who did the same to his best friend. Sometimes fighters did that; they dropped their weapons and attacked with their hands and teeth, giving in to all of their animalistic impulses.

The revenge didn’t bring him any solace. If anything, he started dreaming about Yoongi’s disappointed face. His friend would hate that Taehyung bloodied his hands for him.

Maybe that’s the reason why he ran into a bloodshed with nothing but an urge to be taken away. He couldn’t bear the fact of continuing living as someone who Yoongi would despise.

Why wasn’t he killed the moment he closed his eyes, he doesn’t know.

“Are you asking because you really don’t know? And here I thought Kim Taehyung would be sharper.”

Taehyung’s heart stutters at the sound of his name because he didn’t expect that person would know it. Obviously, something must have exposed him on that battlefield.

“So you kept me alive to leech off my power, is that right?”

The guy behind the low voice comes closer to the metal bars confining him, heavy feet shuffling on the ground. The sound of his steps is the only way Taehyung can identify his position, since the other doesn’t emit any odor. It’s common knowledge that Omegas mask their scents with special suppressants in Alphas’ presence.

“It’s being decided right now whether your abilities would be of any use for us. You could also pose as a bargaining card. Or simply our own enjoyment while we end you. There are a lot of options,” he says, a hint of wicked amusement in his voice.

Taehyung sees him stepping near enough for the candle’s flame to catch a part of his silhouette. Nothing else but his eyes are visible with the way he’s dressed, of course. The sight of black robes covering each part of the body is already engraved in Taehyung’s mind.

There was a time when Alphas and Omegas used to live amongst each other, but Taehyung doesn’t know of a time when there was ever a harmony between them. Alphas always abused Omegas, taking them for their mates without consent, enslaving them and degrading them to their lower rank only.

Taehyung’s not surprised that at some point, they had enough.

Courage. Their desperation for a better life gave Omegas immense decks of courage and strength to stand up to Alphas. They separated themselves entirely and trained their naturally weaker, flimsier bodies to be able to fight Alphas on an equal ground. They started covering their whole figures with dark attire, only bringing their eyes to the light, as an act of claiming their bodies back. They learned to be fierce, unforgiving, openly hateful towards the kind that made their lives a living hell.

And maybe Alphas would give up at some point, allowing the deserted to live their lives as they please. Maybe they could understand the magnitude of their wrongdoings and let the other kind exist far away in peace—if it wasn’t for one fact.

Omegas can reproduce without Alphas, but Alphas can’t reproduce without Omegas. Taehyung knows firsthand how proud Alphas are of their own kind. They’d never jeopardize it with a prospect of extinction.

And so it led to tens of bloody battles during which Omegas were captured to forcefully bear children and Alphas were brutally killed without a shed of empathy. Again, Taehyung’s not surprised. Ever since he can remember, Alphas were always first to attack. They are the ones who need something from the other side. Omegas are just not scared to refuse anymore.

“Decided by who?” Taehyung snorts tiredly.

“By our higher-ups. Equivalent of what your father is, only that they’re not vile bastards.”

“I bet they can be bastards alright, when it comes to people like me.”

“And you think you don’t deserve it? Son of a bitch,” the other spits out.

Taehyung doesn’t argue that he never thought of Omegas as something lesser, never had a say in the decisions his father made. He was born as an Alpha; his dominant instincts and his rare powers always spoke for him rather than words. It never mattered what he had to say.

“Were you the one who took me down?” he asks instead, knowing that his attempts at explaining that he’s not like them would be futile.

“No. The captain of our troops is at the meeting as well. He will come to see you.”

When the guy becomes one with the darkness again, walking away, Taehyung speaks quietly, knowing that he’ll hear him,

“I wish you just killed me.”

The bulky door gets closed with a loud creak, wafting away the candle’s spark, and he’s left in the obscure darkness alone.

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