ALPHA | BTS FANFICTION

AU - Love Crime - Part 5

Third Person POV

The vehicle glided steadily along the dimly lit street, now deprived of the usual bustling footsteps of the locals as the Kim's heir sat in the back seat with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes closed in silent contemplation. Bump. The tires eventually struck the familiar bump that marked the entrance to the grand estate and the car came to a smooth halt before the looming front door. 

Kim Taehyung opened his eyes to find the elders stepping out of their respective cars in extravagant gowns and tailored suits until they entered the quiet property, leaving him last. He exhaled, finally stepping out of the car, headed inside the mansion behind the others, and retreated to his room to wash away the exhaustion of the evening with a warm bath.

He eventually stepped out of his room with a bottle of soothing cream and strolled through the hushed space. His steps were unhurried as he walked down the right corridor, finally stopping two doors away. Beep.  He entered the pin and pushed open the bedroom door, quietly slipping inside the dark room until he found her— the supreme alpha... lying on her side, nestled warmly beneath the blankets... her delicate glossy black hair spilling all over the pillow.

Taehyung approached the bed with careful steps, lowering himself to sit at its edge without stirring her awake. With a careful hand, he lifted the blanket, exposing her bare feet. Gently, he twisted her ankle to examine the familiar marks— friction burns, reddened and tender. Without hesitation, he opened the tube of cream and began to apply the thick paste over the blisters. His touch was gentle... and precise as he worked to soothe the injuries.

The supreme alpha often wore impossibly high, uncomfortable heels to match his imposing height at social events, a sacrifice she never once complained about. She always walked with effortless posture, her chin held high beside him, yet he noticed everything: the faint bloodstains on her ankles, the subtle limp she tried to mask, the unconscious rubbing of blistered feet when seated. She never voiced her discomfort, but Taehyung had always known.

And so, every night after such events, Kim Taehyung would quietly enter her room to tend to her wounds.

Sighing, the heir finally capped the tube and glanced at her serene face, illuminated faintly by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her lips moved slightly as she murmured in her sleep. A habit he had grown used to. He lingered for a moment, watching her rhythmic breaths, before pulling the blanket back over her feet, silently rose to his feet, and finally exited the room. 

Fast Forward: A week later.

Jang Sora's POV

I nervously arranged the books in my locker while stealing quick glances around the crowded hallway, bustling alive with loud chatter from alphas and lower ranks. Sora, calm down! Why are you so on edge? He can't possibly be here!- I scolded myself silently, frowning as I stacked my books. Tap. A light poke on my shoulder made me jump in surprise, so I wildly spun around with a startled shriek.

"You scared me!" I exclaimed, heart pounding as I came face to face with Kim Seokjin, who loomed over me with a weak smile.

"Why are you so jumpy lately?" He raised his eyebrow in suspicion.

"What do you want?" I muttered, turning back to my locker with a dismissive huff. Seokjin chuckled, leaning casually against the lockers with his arms crossed and his sharp eyes... fixed on me. 

"I'll be late for our baking session, but I've already prepped the brownie dough. Just spread it on the tray and pop it in the oven. I'll swing by later to help you package them," He informed me. I nodded briefly, catching the smug curve of his lips before the passing lower ranks distracted me with their loud gossip.