Ice Heat (Taehyung FanFic)

Chapter Twelve: Guest

I woke up the next morning with a thirst that seemed to burn my throat off. My mouth was completely dry, and I ran my tongue over it once and then twice in an effort to moisten it. But that didn't work and I sighed in frustration, slumping back against the cold wall behind me.

"Would you like some water?" a soft voice called out towards me, coming from outside the bars. It was a new voice, different from the sarcastic, cheery one that had tortured me yesterday. I shivered lightly at the memory.

"Come closer and take it from me, you really look like you need it." Suspicion erupted like a flame inside of me and I skittered back – afraid that this was some other trick that Taeyong was indulging in. "Who are you?" I croaked, "Relax, Taeyong isn't here. Just take the water, you'll feel better." It was a boy's voice for sure, and it was almost melodious – like the soft pattering of rain on the roof, calming yet cautious. And somehow, I found myself moving instinctively towards the bars, trying to bear the ache that came from every part of my body.

Just as I was a few, cautious steps away from the railing, the boy revealed himself, and I stood face to face with a boy around my age – 18 at most. He had soft black hair, crescent shaped obsidian eyes and a curvy mouth. He was taller than me as well, his lean figure probably boarding 6 feet.

And most of all, he looked like he wouldn't even hurt a fly.

I found myself extending my hand towards him, past the black, greasy bars and outwards to where he stood. He slowly brought the glass of water towards me, long, delicate fingers brushing mine softly before he pulled away.

"What did he do to you?" he asked suddenly, his obsidian eyes helplessly searching my face and slowly raking my body. I probably looked like a mess, and I was glad that I at least didn't get to see my reflection anywhere. But his eyes told me that I looked horrible.

"I don't know," I said, gulping down the water, "all I remember is just the pain." His eyes suddenly widened in alarm, shock and something short of disgust. "Did he –" he asked, cutting himself off in the middle and turning sideways. A muscle popped in his jaw. "No. Nothing of that sort."

"I'm sorry about this. I'm Jeon Jungkook. I'm –" he hesitated, "Taeyong's brother." I sighed. Evil blonde had a friendly brother.

He was still in his pajamas – wearing boxers and a plan black shirt, exposing a bit of his neck and collarbone. "You must be Loren," he asked softly, "Famous me," I mumbled in annoyance. I wasn't really in the mood to chat with this guy, even though he is probably the friendliest voice I've heard in 2 days. And he seemed to get that, because he shuffled back towards the darkness and came with a bottle of cold water, as if this was a peace offering he needed to give me so I can talk. That wasn't going to happen, but I took the bottle of water anyway, downing it again.

"Taeyong will be back soon," he started, raking his long fingers through his hair, "but for what it's worth, I'm sorry that it came down to this. I don't think the Big Four should have made this decision. It isn't fair." He finished with a slight smile on his lips, looking down to study his hands. "Are you part of the crowd that wants me dead as well?" I asked softly, sinking back to the ground but never leaving him out of my sight. You could say that I had severe trust issues at this point.

"Not really."

I raised my eyebrows, "Not really?" He shrugged, looking down at me. "I don't know you, and I can't make any assumptions about you whatsoever. And I know that neither I nor the Big Four or any other person for that matter should decide if you should die or not."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "That's pretty outspoken. Does your evil twin agree to that?" he chuckled lightly, his eyes turning down at the ends as his did so. It was soft and soothing, and I could listen to it all day. "We are polar opposites really. The only thing that really connects us is the family bond."