WINGS || Taehyung

#17 - Devilish Love

How Ji Hyun went through all of it, you didn't know. But what you knew was for the fact that she was very strong. No where did she falter as she sat in front of the policemen who questioned her endlessly about her younger brother and her mother. She had kept her voice steady and her chin high. The grief in her eyes had dared to speak otherwise.

Her mother had passed away on the same day as you had driven Hoseok home. And not being able to overcome it, Hoseok had slipped into depression and couldn't attend university until Ji Hyun had come home to his body floating lifelessly in the bathtub.

Jin and you, both offered her to stay with you, but she rejected it insisting that she didn't want to be a burden to you as you both were still doing your studies and she had her relatives living in her birth place, Gwangju. It was just an excuse to leave the place that held painful memories, you thought as she fussed over the both of you.

It was one more week before she said she was ready to move out. You and Jin went along with her to the airport.

'Please do come visit sometime, Ji Hyun.' You whispered as you hugged her close to you, hoping that she would be able to move on quickly.

'I will, little one. Take care and- and thank you very much for loving Hoseok. You made him happy.' Her eyes teared up as a sad smile rested on her beautiful face.

'We're always here for you, okay?' Jin said as he hugged her as well. You and Jin, both bid her goodbye as she walked into the airport waving at you. And until she was no more than a speck in the distance, you had kept waving.

'Has he moved out or something?' Soo Young suddenly questioned while you were cleaning the table. You looked at her and gave her an expression that suggested you didn't quite understand her question.

'That Blondie. He hasn't come in weeks now.' Just as she spoke, the bell at the door jingled and the subject of your conversation had walked in. The blonde, tall, gorgeous man turned his head around, scanning the café before his gaze settled on you. He didn't waste time standing there, and walked quickly towards you, grabbed your hand with a quick apology towards Soo Young and pushed open the door before pulling you out with him.

Right when you stepped out, you felt the same light weighted feeling you got when he was in your room two weeks ago. The same light-headed feeling wrapped itself around you before you felt your feet land on hard floor, making you open your eyes. You took a while to adjust your vision around you and when you noticed where you were, you jumped, a hand flying to your chest trying to calm your already fast beating heart. There was a sofa, a lounging chair, a rug and a fireplace. This was not where he was pulling you to. Where even was this?

'Y/N, I'm sorry. This is all very sudden but-'

'Where are we?' You asked frantically. He looked at you with a surprised look before it dawned on him.

He had just teleported to his house. With you. He mentally smacked himself thrice, before opening his mouth. He was struggling, to say the least.

'Ah.. Um-'

'Kim Taehyung. Where the actual hell are we?' You took a few steps back. Unsure glances were thrown to him, behind him and yourself before you could finally rest your gaze on him. A very scared, feckless gaze. It almost made him flinch.

Taehyung took a deep breath, and said, 'My house. This is my house.'

'What?' You gasped. More like hissed.

'Now, really, Y/N. There's nothing to be worried about except-'

'Nothing to be worried about? Nothing to be worried about? I can already say we tele-something-ed here and- WHY AM I HEARING YOUR VOICE IN MY HEAD?' You yelled, frightening him. He was trying to calm you down by talking telepathically, and clearly, it wasn't working. He flinched this time.

'Okay. Y/N. Hear me out,' He said, two hands in front of him defensively. He wasn't sure if to tell you what he had heard back in Yoongi's place or what he really was. Either way, you were sure to bolt out of the door. Your defensive stance screamed escape.

'What? What do you mean what you really are?'

He had spoken in your head again. Great. At this rate, he could might as well let you in on everything he knew. Be it intentional or not.

Silently cursing, he put his hands back down and walked to you, making you take a few steps backwards until the back of your knees bent at the contact with a furniture, making you fall. You braced yourself.

No contact with a hard floor came, but instead there were two arms around your waist, holding you, as you stared back at Taehyung, horrified.

'What?' He asked you, as he noticed your expression.

'Your- your eyes. They're red!' You stuttered, scared and surprised, yet fascinated. You cursed at yourself for that. Here you were getting fascinated by things when you should have been running out of the room and onto the street.

'This is going to take a while.' He mumbled, helping you stand straight and pushing you around the table you had bumped into, before making you sit on the couch.

'Look, Y/N, I have something to tell you.' Your heart beat quickened as he looked at you with such emotion in his eyes you thought they'd burn through your head. Your head was in such a turmoil. He claimed to have something to tell you - which he really should be getting started with if he wanted to cover everything that he was making you experience. But at the same time you wondered if you were simply being over dramatic.

You didn't say anything, neither did you shake or nod your head. You just kept looking at him, while his hands held yours.

'I'm not- you know...I don't- you have- no- agh!' He let out an exasperated growl, leaving your hands and holding his head, turning to face forward, away from you. You stared at him, before everything seemed to fall into place, excruciatingly slow, like how it happened while solving a math problem. Memories of unnatural occurrences slipped their way into your head while Taehyung sat there, trying to figure out how to break the news, subtly but not so subtly to you.

The silhouette in your room that night, when you had found a feather on your floor; the time he would just appear and disappear in front of you, but you thought it was just your eyes playing tricks on you; the time he had brought you from the window to your bed, and today when he brought you to his house from the café all in just less than a second.

'You're not human, are you?' You completed his deserted sentence, your hands crossed over one on your lap, as he slowly picked his head up. You half expected a smart-ass retort like 'You don't say!' from him. But given the circumstances, that really wasn't close to helping to make any progress. Besides, that sounded more like what you would have said. Not him. But, still.

'What?' He looked you, his hands in front of him, his body still bent over.

'You're not like me. You're different. That's why you always seem very out of place in a normal place like the café. That's why you always look different to me. You're different.' Now you knew what you had been trying to say since the first time you let him know what you had thought of him. And the time when you had told him he was different, you didn't how or why he was, but now; now you surely did.

A smile formed on his lips, but you could see it was sad. He looked at you with melancholy eyes before he turned his body to you. Scooting closer, he cupped your cheek with one of his hands. It was warm. Warm and inviting. Almost impossible to resist to lean into.

'You're not afraid?' You saw specks of red glistening in his dark brown orbs, when the reminiscent of the nightmare crashed into you. Your eyes widened, Could it be?

But something - you didn't know if it was in his eyes, or the way he spoke to you, or the way he was holding you - something made you shake your head. No.

He nodded his head. He hadn't told you what he really was, and neither was he planning on telling it anytime soon. After all, he could only reveal things one by one. And he wasn't even sure of how you would react to it. Sure, you held a certain fascination to Fallen Angels - you had said so yourself and sure you had taken this quite well. But, he knew that hearing tales of one, and actually meeting one were completely different scenarios with different outcomes.

But you had a feeling you already found out what he was. And even if you were right or wrong, the image you had of him in his true self, was just as beautiful to you as it was frightening.