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

8

Whilst one of them refused to glance at the other, the latter decided to completely fixate his gaze onto the small boy who awkwardly walked beside him. They didn't speak, Taehyung didn't dare, while the demon simply couldn't care to do so while trying to figure out the human.

"Room eleven..." Taehyung spoke, gesturing subtly to the door in front of the, once they arrived.

Yet instead of nodding thank you and leaving as he visualized, a hand grabbed his neck. He gasped, eyes travelling to look at what expression Hoseok had on yet he couldn't because before he could, another large hand wrapped fully around his throat and tightened.

He coughed and choked as, in a split second, he was slammed against the concrete wall. And every time he tried to take a look at the demon, the latter's hands tightened, properly strangling him.

As if that was what he was avoiding the most.

Taehyung breathed rapidly. He was running out of oxygen. Kill him. The demon was trying to kill him!!

He squirmed frantically.

"Hah...let g-o--" His voice was hoarse and strained, his vision blurry and swimming.

Why did the situation become like this so quickly?? Was it because Taehyung found out what he truly was?? Was that it?

He clawed at the large hands that had his neck in like metal vices, eyes reddening with tears.

Hoseok grinned maniacally. He would rather blatant and blind desire- but this look was okay too.

Fear. So much fear that one would feel it could kill them in place of whatever caused it.

No more of that empathetic bullshit.

Taehyung looked around with the little willpower he had left. The corridor was completely bare, empty. There were no students and that on it's own was unnatural.

Finally, right before he passed out, he threw his head back into the wall and chuckled. After all that has happened in one day, he couldn't help but assume everything to be a dream, maybe a mere illusion of his to rebel against his bland and uneventful way of life.

Hoseok grit his teeth.

'What's so funny??' He wanted to ask. But even that wouldn't leave him. After doing what he just did, he felt like crap for some reason. As if he were the lowest life form on earth when he was actually the highest.

In a pivotal moment, he released the brunette  who in turn immediately slumped on the floor, trying to keep his eyes open as he gasped for breath, feeling beyond dizzy. His stomach was curling, making him feel sick.

And his throat, oh his throat. It hurt so bad that every time he'd take in a wrangled breath, he'd hesitate to take it all the way in because breathing properly was too painful.

With the phenomenal glowing eyes of the demon on him, he fixes himself, smoothing out his messy hair, fixing his tie and closing his half-open bag.

He refused to feel scared anymore. He had no reason to feel scared.

Why would he feel such an emotion over someone who couldn't even control his own?? And also understanding what the devil was going through-- it made it hard to fear or hurt him. It was in favour of the fact that

The wounded injure others.

Hoseok watched as the boy calmly mended the small damages and kept one hand over his throat to cover the gruesome bruises on his skin before getting up.

He gave one last glance at Hoseok before turning away.

Hoseok immediately smirked wryly as the brunette shakily walked up the stairs, heading to the infirmary. That look, those eyes. They were beginning to drive him crazy. Perilously so.

He clicked his fingers, breaking the spell that he cast on the hallway that had restricted access to this part of the school. Floods of students sauntered in, chatting and messing about.

As usual, the prettiest of girls grinned at him like they had hit the jackpot, coming to cling to his side, pressing their breasts to his built biceps and crooning out sugary sweet introductions that Hoseok assumed were supposed to win him over.

But, weirdly, it didn't seem to give him as much satisfaction as it usually would.

And if it wasn't enough, the small human that shockingly seemed to hold more of an aura of authority than himself stopped in his tracks, and turned around, before talking in a volume that only he could hear through the commotion.

"Hey. Demon with an inferiority complex."

Taehyung called blandly. Though his voice was strained, the air of fear and vulnerability around him had dissipated.

Hoseok growled. This supposedly irrelevant human had just effortlessly seen right through him. Though he was wrong about the inferiority complex, right?? The devil had always looked at others as insects under him, but-- there was always something residing deep within him.

A whim, a thought that he was scared would conquer him. Kim Taehyung had just addressed the one thing in the infinite life of Jung Hoseok that the latter had always dreaded.

"I found out who you were in that classroom."  He states, recalling the golden sparks in the devil's eyes that had automatically told him that the latter was nowhere near human.

"But you don't need to strangle the shit out of me for that, you know??"

With that, he advanced down the hallway again, this time leaving the auburn-haired demon dumbfounded with the after-shocks of an expierience he'd never had before.

Another entity- a human at that, standing up to him. Or even deliberately associating with him like it was nothing even after finding out what he truly is.

It pissed him off.