your eyes tell 《taekook》

02

The next time Taehyung hears some commotion outside, he doesn’t know how much time has passed. There’s no way to assess it. His whole body aches from the uncomfortable position, sitting against the wall with hands chained behind his back, and his stomach yearns for food.

Despite everything, he doesn’t wish for the hard floor to be replaced with the soft bed back at his mansion. He wishes that there was nothing at all, but sometimes even disappearing is too much to ask for.

Taehyung recognizes that this is someone else entering the room just from the way the person takes steps. The previous Omega’s walk wasn’t as measured.

The first thing he notices about the person is the faint smell of roses. He easily recognizes that it’s not a natural scent, but rather soap because it’s too artificial, not affecting his instincts in the slightest. Again, he didn’t expect an Omega to bare their scent to an Alpha. Of course, they wouldn’t.

To his surprise, the newcomer doesn’t stay in the shadows. He lights up the candle and then comes up to the steel bars to unlock the narrow slot in them, stepping inside his modest prison. He approaches him, puts down a bowl full of meat and a cup of water next to his feet, and then he crouches down to unchain his wrists.

Taehyung’s weary eyes gaze at the other man in moderate curiosity, since he doesn’t remember ever being so close to another Omega. He was taken away from his mother the moment he was born, because her duty was never to be an actual mother to him. Just a container with a womb inside.

As expected, the person’s whole body is swarmed up in black robes reaching the floor, head and face covered with equally dark shawl, hands hidden in gloves. They really don’t allow even a speck of their skin showing in Alphas’ presence.

“Aren’t you scared to unshackle me?” Taehyung asks once the heavy chains fall to the floor.

The man raises his head to look at him and in that moment, something tugs at Taehyung’s soul. There’s something captivating about the other’s eyes in a way that he’s never experienced before. Their stares are fixed on each other for a while before the man speaks in a near whisper, so coldly that even Taehyung feels uneasy despite his uncordial nature.

“You hold no more strength than me.”

He stands up and leaves the cell, locking him behind the bars again. Taehyung brings his shaky hands before himself, glancing between his bloodied wrists and the man who’s already reaching for the door to get out of the room.

“Wait,” Taehyung rushes to say, still feeling unsettled from their eye-contact. “Are you the one who captured me? I was told you’d come.”

The man stands motionless with his hand gripping the door handle, but he doesn’t answer.

“Has the decision been made? Regarding what to do with me,” Taehyung urges, craving some information after hours of confinement.

This time he gets a reply, albeit after a long moment, “It’s still being discussed.”

And then the Omega walks out, leaving him alone once more. Taehyung extends his hand to grab the bowl of food. Holding it turns out to be much harder than usual, his limbs so numb that it’s hard to be in control of them even while doing trivial tasks.

The meat tastes much better than would be expected from a literal prison, but maybe it’s just his hunger playing in its favor.

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Taehyung stirs awake from his feeble sleep when someone enters the room again. He quickly identifies calm, steady steps. The captain of the troops.

“How long has—it been?” he stutters out, tired, so tired.

The man walks inside his cell, takes the used bowl and replaces it with one full of food and a glass of water. Taehyung’s stomach rumbles in hunger anew, so it must have been at least a whole day.

He doesn’t get an answer. The man heads to the exit without sparing him one glance.

“Wait,” Taehyung says. “Do I get a round to the toilet?”

“I don’t care if you roll around in your own filth.”

Taehyung grins slightly, glad to finally get some kind of response, no matter how crude.

“I bet you don’t, but that wouldn’t be easy on your nose, would it?” he snorts lightly, knowing very well that a strong sense of smell is not only Alphas’ attribute.

At that, the man stills for a moment. Taehyung hopes for a positive answer because he made a good point, but he learns that any faith in the kind that imprisoned him is simply in vain. The Omega walks out and closes the creaking door with a loud thud.

“Fucker,” Taehyung mutters under his nose, hugging himself around his aching stomach.

He wonders what actions his father has taken in regards to his kidnapping. Has he sent out a multitude of arrays ready to take him back? Has he come up with a strategy? Is he willing to have a conversation, or is violence the only method he will resort to?

The only thing Taehyung is sure of is that his father won’t abandon him as long as he knows that his son is alive. Not because he cares about him, but because his powers are too valuable. Maybe that’s why the discussions over his future are taking so long. There’s a lot at stake.