pastel [3]

forty six

Third Person point of view

Everything around them was extinguished of life, darkened by the supernatural capabilities of the threatening man who still stood within a shadow of anonymity. In the stillness all Taehyung could do was observe, trying to collect as much information as he could from the environment. The two standing were clearly violent, one holding Jungkook's body still, the other standing behind the second captive, their hands pressed to their temples. Both prisoners sat submissive and frozen, heads remaining bowed. Even if there should have been enough light to see their faces, he couldn't make out the details, relying solely on his remaining senses.

He watched the hand of the speaker trail across Jungkook's shoulders, a gentle touch that didn't come across at all compassionate, instead a threatening graze of warning before he stepped away and began to approach Taehyung. Every muscle in Taehyung's legs tensed up when the man surged closer, stride light and sharp. He had a cold charm to him, an aura that radiated a heavy darkness that felt oddly familiar.

"I am offended you can't remember me Taehyung..." The man spoke when he stopped directly in front, holding out an offering hand. "Come, we should catch up on what's happened in the past few decades."

Few decades? How did he know his name? What did he mean? There was so much to get caught up in, so dazed by the strangeness of it all that he didn't have a chance to fight the sudden grip on his wrist that tugged him over toward the waves of the restless ocean. He stumbled behind the man, not fighting the pressure of it all. "You know. We used to be really close." Taehyung's stomach lurched, and if it weren't for the imprisoning grip he would have certainly crashed to the sand.

"What? How?"

"Mmm, you'll understand soon. Take a seat." Taehyung looked down at what they had stopped in front of, two stools placed in the sand with a low table separating them.

"What if I don't want to?" Taehyung remarked, an uncertaintity simmering with warnings of his own safety. The nerves burst through his body when he caught a first glimpse of an unsettling grin appear on the male's face, just visible beneath the artifical shadow of his identity.

"Then I get to have some added fun." He motioned with his right hand and a drowned out scream quickly invaded the natural silence, coming from the place Taehyung had so stupidly left the reason he was here. It was clear the scream was coming from Jungkook, bound body shrivelling up, muscles taut against the restraints.

"Stop!" Taehyung cried with an aching panic, dropping to one of the stools in defeat. The second he sat down the man closed his hand and silenced Jungkook's pain. Taehyung looked over at him with a pensive worry, his body falling into his bonds with a clear weakness in his posture.

"Poor darling, always in pain... All because his pretty lover doesn't know how to listen to instructions." The sweetness that coated his words felt like being force fed methanol, a lethal sweetness that foreboded trouble. With a satisfied grin the man took the seat opposite and rested his head in his hands.

Finally Taehyung got the first clear view of his face. The darkness bleeding into the air around them like smoke evaporating in the air. It left a face that was so recognisable Taehyung felt his chest constrict in tight panic, body plummeting into a terrifying realisation that felt like the fall he'd taken to hell. "Ah, see, you have at least some sense. I was beginning to think you were an idiot." Taehyung gaped at the sight of the sweet and forward waiter of the restaurant he'd frequently sat at. The heavy aura making it much clearer that someone who seemed like a harmless restaurant worker was actually a destructive monster.

"You've been stalking me!" He shouted in a panicked frenzy, fists digging into the raw wooden table until loose grains of wood dug into his flesh. "Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me?!" There was a fear that his brash reactions would worsen the treatment of the prisoners. Thankfully the response he got was words and not actions. The waiter pouted with an uncharacteristic innocence, features in no way matching his true intentions. His personality was no longer the bubbly happy waiter who would serve everyone with a smile. Instead a sneering evil that dispensed darkness.