Ice Heat (Taehyung FanFic)

Chapter Ten: Devoid

(Taehyung's POV)

Something was seriously wrong as I walked into Fondue Freeze – the sad excuse of the singular ice cream shop in this ghost town. I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face. The day was extremely hot, and I felt the hair stick to the back of my neck, along with the light shirt I was wearing this morning. Things hadn't been going well lately; I had just discovered that Loren was being hunted down by almost every single Supernatural I know of, and then she tells me that that cocky, god forsaken guy had come to confront her. Taeyong only brought with him one thing. Trouble. And this time, I had no idea what to expect of him.

I sighed, wishing that I hadn't done the 10 mile run this morning. Running helped clear my head, but today felt like hell decided to do a tour on earth. My phone buzzed inside my pocket, and I scratched the back of my head, heading inside before I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Taehyung."

I cursed mentally, dreading what I was about to encounter. "Good morning, Father." There was a pause from his end, and I felt the familiar tingling sensation across my skin.

"You hadn't called to report your findings." His voice, cold and unreadable as stone, echoed from where he was, and I almost smiled. It was one of the many skills I have learnt from him. To practice and perfect the act of building shutters across your emotions, looking bored, uninterested and detached. It has come to use more times than I care to admit and it never faltered. Except for one person – the only person who managed to crack it once.

Long, wild black hair. Cutting, steel gray eyes. Willowy long legs. Puckering lips.

I mentally slapped myself, focusing my attention back to my father. "I have been busy, father. I'll come by soon and tell you how things are."

He sighed – a surprise, since he never did. "You know how important this is. You need to keep her safe at all costs. If something happens –" he trailed off, stopping completely to let that sink in. I knew what he would say, and he knows that he doesn't have to spell it out for me. It was me who got her into this mess, and if anything happened, then there's no one to blame but me. "I understand," I simply said, lacing my cold voice with calmness before I heard him sigh again. "I expect you to come soon," he said, and with a quick goodbye, the conversation came to an end with a beep.

I quickly made my way to the front of the shop, trailing my gaze over the different flavors at the island – Strawberry and Banana, Tropical Pineapple, Cookies and Cream, Vanilla and a new, rather eccentric one: Hell-hath-no-furry Chilli and Whip cream. I smirked, taking my wallet out and heading towards the cashier. "Hello! How can I help you?" she asked in a quirky voice, straightening out her back and pushing her chest towards me. I almost rolled my eyes.

"Newest edition?" I asked, nodding towards the fire in ice ice cream. "Yeah, it was something one of the workers here came up with." She smiled, taking my credit card and swapping it over the machine. She had a pretty face, along with very straight black hair that reached her shoulders.

"So, are you new to town?" I nodded, pushing my still wet hair back. She twirled her hair between her fingers, staring intently into my eyes. I was used to this reaction from girls, I even acknowledged it sometimes, but today was not one of those days. "Yes. I'm running a bit late though, can you fix it up quickly?" she blinked, letting her hair flutter back to her shoulder. "Please." I added as an afterthought.

"Uh, yeah. Of course. Loren!" she called lightly towards the back room. Loren? I stared at her in confusion as she ripped the receipt out and handed it to me.