The Crow (Kim Taehyung Hybrid Au)

chapter 8

"Reflection."

Mirae groaned awake and sat down on the couch, her back rather sore from sleeping through the night in the uncomfortable spot. She rubbed her eyes and immediately jumped awake when noticing a tall figure standing behind the couch and staring down at her.

"Shit Taehyung, you scared me!" She whined while taking deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Apologies--" Soon enough his belly rumbled with hunger. She sighed and tried to stand up, only to wince at the sharp pain in her hand.

'Shit, I forgot.'

"You didn't clean your wound last night," Taehyung said, the girl sighed and quickly stood up to walk over to the bathroom in her bedroom, Taehyung simply followed and stood outside the bathroom door watching her every move.

She grabbed some alcohol and cotton balls, gently spread it over her cut and tried to fight the visible tears in her eyes. Mirae hated how bad she was when it came to pain tolerance.

"Why are you crying?" Taehyung asked, the girl frowned and glared up at him.

"Because it hurts?" She raised a brow in suspicion, he tilted his head.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." He shook his head with the usual blank expression.

The girl rolled her eyes while wrapping a few bandages over her hands before turning over to him with the alcohol.
"Alright then, your turn." She said while pointing at the cut on his face.

Taehyung turned around towards her bed and sat down, smacking her face with his wings accidentally. She yelped away and eventually followed behind him and waited until he was fully seated.

"Ok, I'll put some alcohol in this piece of cotton, and I'll slightly press it against your wound. Got it?" She asked, he nodded and closed his eyes to give her a better look at the large cut.

Mirae gulped and bit her lower lip, leaning closer to his face and somehow discovering a few little details when doing so. He had a few beauty marks; on the top lip, under his lower lash line, nose and on the cheek.
What she also noticed was that he was much paler than her, perhaps from the lack of sunlight from being in the dark so much.

With shaky hands, she wet the cotton ball again and pressed it against the wound. And to her suprise, it looked as if it didn't hurt him at all as she continued further on.

"Are you okay?" Mirae asked in shock, Taehyung simply hummed in response.
"You're not feeling anything? Any stinging or...?" She trailed off while trying to get anything from him, even pressing the cotton harder onto his wound didn't seem to do anything.

"No. You're making unnecessary pressure on the wound though." He said, his voice somehow deeper and intimidating her more.

"Oh...sorry." She quickly cleared her throat and moved along to the rest of the wound.
"Alright, good job, we're done!" She smiled down at him, he opened his eyes and met his gaze with her's. His piercing blue eyes sending shivers down her spine.

"What?" She frowned, Taehyung stood up and grabbed her wrist, to which, she immediately moved away from him. Flashbacks from the night before playing in her head.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her breath hitched in her throat.

"Your face is wounded too." He said while pointing at his own face as an example.

She walked over to the bathroom mirror and found a large purple bruise on her cheek and eye, she couldn't help but burst into tears when staring down at her own reflection. She sat down on the closed toilet seat and sobbed against her hands, disgust and hatred was all she could feel at the moment.

What was she even doing exactly? Why couldn't she just stop that idiot from laying his fingers on her? Why did she even let a Government Hybrid, a.k.a an unstable hybrid, inside her house without second thoughts? He could be much worse to her than her ex, what if he tried to kill her?

Even so, if he did want to kill her then he would've when she was pressuring his wound. Why didn't he?
He couldn't feel anything so pity was out of the question, what drove him to trust her this easily? Why her?