WINGS || Taehyung

#15 - Indefinite Attraction

'Yoongi...I- It's not like I asked for it-'

'No, of course you didn't. But, however and whatever it may be, you will not meet that Human again.' Yoongi knew he was being harsh, unforgiving even. But...Namjoon had to understand the dangers behind this one bonding. The bonding which sent many into the fires of Hell. Although it couldn't be controlled, although it was a match made by the Gods themselves, Yoongi knew his Father was way too much of a metal headed man to even take the time to understand that fact.

Namjoon could feel his heart beat quicken as Yoongi's words slowly settled in: It got him beyond pissed. Who was Yoongi to order him around? He was, after all, a Red Blood just like him; of the same nobility. He stood up, slamming his fists onto Yoongi's desk, anger and sudden grief pulsing in his veins. Somewhere, he too knew this wasn't lawfully possible for a Red Blood. But that didn't have to stop him from trying.

'You,' Namjoon began with dead calm, 'will not tell me what to do. And I will do what I wish. He is my mate, and my mate only. You so much as put a hand on him, I will burn you alive. Do you understand?'
Namjoon gave him a fierce scowl, the wooden desk splintering under the pressure of his hands while Yoongi sat in front of him, unaffected and nonchalant. This pissed Namjoon off even more.

'Namjoon, you very well know, a Human mate, especially for a Red Blood, is nothing to be proud of. I've said what I said not because I like seeing people devastated; it's because I don't want you becoming the wrong example for the younger Red Bloods back in Kronell and- and what would Kimroe say if he ever got to know about this?' Yoongi's voice raised towards the end, concern very evident in his tone. If he knew one weakness of Namjoon, it was this: He was very well aware of Namjoon trying, almost desperate for some recognition from Kimroe. He didn't blame him - many of the Red Bloods were like so. In fact, he was surprised that Namjoon was bothering with his bond.

'Wouldn't you fight for them if you had a Human mate, despite being a Red Blood?' Namjoon spat, his teeth grinding as an effect of his short temper.

'I have no words for your question since I don't have a human mate.' He spoke strictly. Not wanting to deal with Yoongi, Namjoon had one last thing to say: 'Maybe you would if you ever did have a mate.'

Namjoon was out the door after spitting his own venom at Yoongi, while Yoongi sat there, painfully stung. It was a discreetly hidden fact that Yoongi, did in fact have a mate once...

You woke up, still feeling slightly feverish. You had had the same nightmare from last night, and you were sure your face was now nothing less than that of a Vampire's complexion - white, pale and lifeless. Groaning, you sat up and rested your back against the headboard, too lazy to reach for your phone or the bedside lamp. The starry night outside hadn't seemed prettier to you as you observed it from your bed, before you noticed a silhouette outside your window. You frowned.

You craned your neck a little more to get a lighted view of the person, but to no avail. The silhouette shifted, as though it knew you were watching it. That's when the moonlight shone against the top of it's head, and you were hundred percent sure you saw those all too familiar golden locks. A smile lifted up your lips.

Grabbing your comforter, you moved it out of the way and placed your feet on the ground. You attempted to stand, but almost fell, still sore from the fever. After two more attempts, you were successfully walking over to your window, as you watched the silhouette facing you, him sitting on the railing of the small balcony outside your window. You opened the balcony doors, and almost immediately regretted it as heavy and cold breeze flew in through the gap, nipping at your exposed skin. You hissed at the sensation and wrapped two around yourself, trying to trap whatever body warmth you could, watching the man get up from his crouched position to stand on the flat tiled surface of the balcony.

'Taehyung,' You whispered softly, his hair blowing with the wind, his face still shadowed by the darkness due to the lack of light in the room.

'Missed me, Y/N?' His voice came, as musical as ever to you, him stepping closer.

You felt arms wrap around your waist, and heard the closing of the window. Your hands unwrapped from around yourself and instantly snaked around his neck in an embrace, as you held him tight against yourself, 'Very much.'

All of a sudden, you felt very light weighted, like you were in mid air but in water at the same time, his hands still around your waist, before you felt the weightlessness leave you, your legs coming in contact with the bed. Feeling light-headed, you had closed your eyes in that moment, but when you opened them you had definitely moved all the way from your window and onto your bed, with Taehyung still in your embrace, all in less than a second.

You pulled away harshly, but his grip lay stationed on your hips.

'Wh-what?' You didn't notice yourself clutching Taehyung's shirt in your hands, as you stared at the exact spot you were standing in before. Taehyung felt your heart beat quicker, panic and doubt over flooding your mind.

Taehyung internally scolded himself for frightening you that way, as he had unintentionally teleported onto your bed. He would have laughed, if it had not been for the petrified expression you held on your face. He placed a finger on your lips, in an attempt to shush you. And it worked. You became quiet, your eyes looked at him.

'Look at me, Y/N. All eyes on me.' He cooed to you, as he successfully got your undivided attention. He took a while to read your features, something he had missed in the last two days of not being able to meet you. This visit wasn't planned either; he had to leave soon. The obligation saddened him.

Not wanting to delay anymore, neither wanting to rush, nor wanting you to feel neglected, he scooted closer to you, your face gently cupped in his large palms providing you endless warmth. He noticed you were sick - with a pale complexion and weak and frail body, he was worried sick already. You placed a hand over one of his, breaking his trance. He wished you well, praying silently - something he surprised himself with - before his eyes fell to your parted, chapped lips. By instinct, you glided your tongue over it.

Leaning in, you watched his lips before closing your eyes and you instantly felt the flapping of wings of the uncountable butterflies in your stomach as his soft lips landed on yours, parting them slightly. You responded right then, as you hungered for his delicateness, tilting your head to deepen it a little. Your lips moved beautifully in sync with his, both of you glad that this time, it was much more than a peck.

Before Taehyung could decide to just stay back with you, to have you in his arms all day, he had to pull away; after all, it was for your safety. He looked you in the eyes with such warmth, you felt a void inside yourself - which you had been quite unaware of - being filled with it. You dreamily smiled at him, his effect on you being so humongous, that you worried you would burst with happiness.

Then, the look got replaced with something you had hoped not to see; a look of sadness, longing and regret. At that moment, his eyes looked strained, the vicious dark circles coming into view as though appearing magically for you to see. He was tired, exhausted even. You knew he had to leave.

And he did, without another word to you, he was gone, but not in a flash. You watched him climb onto the balcony's railing, and giving you one last look, he disappeared, making you take a second glance. Fever was doing many funny things to your vision, or so you thought.

You had reminisced on the occurring that took place not too long ago, the entire night.
You had slipped into a dreamless sleep this time, one fact still bothering you nevertheless: You felt the familiar strings of attraction tugging at your heartstrings, but who was it? Because you had slept with an undeniably beautiful image of Min Yoongi.