THE PRIESTESS | A KTH & OT7 FF | 18+

Chapter 11

Taehyung's frustration boiled over as he pounded his fists against the cold, unyielding prison bars. The dim, flickering light cast eerie shadows across the desolate hallway, emphasizing the bleakness of their situation. "We cannot stay here any longer!" his voice echoed through the empty corridors, filled with a sense of urgency. "Tonight, we must reach Scotia," he insisted, his tone laced with desperation and determination. Jungkook shared his friend's anxiety, his thoughts consumed by worry for Aleyna's safety.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Jungkook reached out to comfort Taehyung, his fingers tracing the faded scars where his friend's once majestic wings had been. The black ink that now covered those remnants of past glory served as a cruel reminder of the suffering inflicted by the underworld king. Anger surged within Jungkook at the memory of Taehyung's monthly torment.

"Do you dare to trust his words?" Taehyung's voice was filled with skepticism as he pulled away from Jungkook's touch, his eyes flashing defiantly. Jungkook nodded solemnly, hoping his eldest brother, Yoongi, would honor his promise. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air as Jimin's reassuring grip on Jungkook's shoulder offered silent solidarity in the face of a hopeless situation.

"Let's not fight. It's not the time for arguments. If Kook trusts his brother, then we should trust our friend. He knows his brother better than anyone," Jimin's calm voice resonated with Taehyung and Jungkook, their eyes locking in understanding. Taehyung shot Jungkook an apologetic look as Jimin continued in a straightforward manner. "Tae, we get how you feel. Kook and I agree, but losing control now won't help Aleyna. And it definitely won't help us escape this prison. So, let's all work together."

"Jimin is right," the priestess affirmed as she moved to stand beside Taehyung. Jin shadowed her closely, positioning himself between them, yet Kaya remained undeterred, her voice unwavering. "Uriel said we'll be released soon." As her words trailed off, all eyes fixated on her.

Jungkook endeavored to approach Kaya, but Jin's outstretched arm obstructed his path. A tense exchange of glances ensued between Jungkook and the general, each meeting the other's gaze with equal intensity. Annoyed, Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Don't be so overprotective. I mean her no harm," he reassured.

"Well, that didn't seem to bother you when you grabbed her earlier!" Jin hissed, his eyes flashing with a warning. The general's gaze shifted from Jin to Jimin before settling on Taehyung. "No one is to lay a hand on her," Seokjin declared, pointing sternly at all of them. However, Taehyung seized the general's finger and held it firmly.

"Point your finger at me again, and you'll see how we handle troublemakers in our world. Ignorant human!" With each word, Taehyung closed the distance between himself and the general, their foreheads nearly touching. To Jungkook's surprise, Jin stood his ground, locking eyes with Taehyung in a silent battle of wills. As the tension mounted, Kaya intervened, stepping between them with a gentle touch to their chests, separating the two males.

The priestess's incredulous expression morphed into a mixture of disbelief and annoyance as her gaze settled upon the two burly men standing before her, their presence contrasting starkly with her own diminutive stature. With a hint of sarcasm, she quipped, "Are we regressing to kindergarten levels of maturity now?" Her tone carried a touch of impatience, a clear signal of her irritation at the situation unfolding before her.

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged knowing grins, finding amusement in the priestess's boldness and the comical nature of the scene playing out in front of them. Kaya, turned to the general, her voice holding a note of urgency as she implored, "Jin, I value your concern, but I alone have the right to decide who may lay hands on me. Trust me, they won't hurt me."

As Kaya's delicate hand reached out to touch Jin's face, a subtle shift in the room's atmosphere was palpable. The unspoken connection between them spoke volumes, hinting at a past or lingering intimacy that transcended mere words. Jin's demeanor softened under her touch, his gaze reflecting a depth of emotion that belied his stoic exterior.