WINGS || Taehyung

#13 - Almost Caught

'Depends. What's her full name?' Yoongi asked disinterested, crossing his fingers and propping his elbows on the table - it being the only barrier between the two Angels. A flicker of rage passed Taehyung's eyes, a reminder being repeated in his head that he must stay calm. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He opened his eyes.

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat or two as he remembered his wife, 'Kim Min Ji.'

Yoongi's eyes stayed nonchalant before a flash of recognition swam across his face for a mere second. He blinked his eyes continuously before frowning a little, shifting in his seat. Min Ji...He knew he had heard that name before.

'Kim Min Ji? I'm not sure. But, maybe I have heard of her.' Yoongi curled his lips, licking them. He looked down at the files that lay open and scattered on his desk, as if to say the conversation was over, but Taehyung wasn't done. Not at all.

'Think harder, Min Yoongi.' He spoke sternly, his grip getting firmer on his desk, his hip raising from the seat. If he were to get answers, it would only be from the person who was the reason she wasn't living any more in the first place.

Yoongi spared him a glance and looked back at the files, continuing with his work. The pen in his hand moved swiftly against the paper as he wrote on the material, either being unaware or oblivious to the daggers Taehyung was shooting at him. He was goingto rip Yoongi's head off if he stayed ignorant for one more minute.

Taehyung was ready to stand and yell at Yoongi for being an inconsiderate bastard but Yoongi looked up, ready to speak, making Taehyung shut his mouth instantly. Eyes widened, he sat back down, eliminating the space between the chair and himself.

'Actually, I think I do remember one Kim Min Ji. But, it goes back to somewhere around- around two hundred- no, much longer. Three hundred years approximately.' Yoongi said, as he combed his hair with his fingers. Although Taehyung did not really want the details - he couldn't help but feel the rage taking over him. He had to bite his tongue in order to hold back the ever-so passionate strings of curses that were just at the tip of tongue - ready to shoot like venom at him. Poisonous venom.

'So you- you do remember her?' Taehyung stumbled over his words unintentionally, his voice low and clipped. Clenching his jaw tight, he could feel the wings behind him beginning to unravel. But he willed them to stay in their place.

'Yes' Was all Yoongi had bothered to say, making Taehyung contemplate whether he should stay calm or if it would be fruitful to go on a rampage. The latter being too much of a trouble to clean up later on, he decided to ignore the choice.

'Who was she anyway? I mean, I can only vaguely recollect her. Was she someone to you?' Yoongi spoke, his professional side taking over him, as he threw the words at Taehyung. Oh, only if he knew how he was simply and easily adding more fuel to the fire. Taehyung could legitimately feel his insides burn with fury. He clicked his tongue to avoid another curse that was ready to slip.

'She was-'

'Sir!' A foreign voice echoed in the room making both Taehyung and Yoongi jump in surprise, before Taehyung swirled around in his seat and Yoongi looked straight at the Keeper who appeared in the room. He could've sworn he saw Taehyung ready to jump at the man if he had not seen who it was. Giving him a rather judging look, he looked back at the Keeper.

'What have I told you about appearing out of nowhere?' Yoongi glared at Wong Bin, making him bow in apology. His head remained angled as he brought himself up, the wings behind him slopped.

'I sorry sir, but it's urgent.' Wong Bin reasoned as he straightened his wings in alarm at Taehyung's glare.

Yoongi nodded his head, 'Kim Taehyung. Please leave as it's a confidential meeting. You can come in tomorrow, or next week, or never. Although I'd strongly prefer the third option. If you may,' Yoongi smiled at Taehyung and extending his hand pointing to the door behind Taehyung, getting just a blank stare in return. The fire in him calming down at the sudden dismissal, he stood up. It didn't matter that he did not get the details. He was content with the fact itself that Yoongi had definitely known his wife.