WINGS || Taehyung

#18 - Witty Minds

It was like a battle. A battle between wits and extreme stupidity.

He couldn't let the thought sink in that he had to send you home. But he couldn't. It was way too dangerous. Especially if Yoongi was prowling around. He repeatedly glanced at the wall beyond which was the door you had gone through. You had excused yourself moments ago to relieve yourself. He didn't blame you. He wouldn't have been surprised either if you had pissed yourself at the sight of him. But it was just a part of him, he groaned inwardly. With every glance he took of the wall, like he could see through it, he remembered what had happened on the same day, before he had pulled you out of the cafe and teleported into his house. God, he was such an idiot. A stupid, brainless, rutting idiot. If conscious were a person, it would have slapped him until he blacked out.

He recalled going to Yoongi's place, just like he did every other day. Strategy or not, he would avenge his late wife's death. He had to. The memory of it ate at him every single day. He barely cared if Yoongi would find out about his true and actual intentions; he eventually would anyway. But, he hadn't expected the Red Blood to be so thorough with it since day one of Taehyung's visit. Or perhaps, he had the knowledge of it way before Taehyung had even visited.

He was outside Yoongi's study room, his hand at the knob, ready to turn when he heard Wong Bin - the Keeper of the Red Blood line - speak so fast he was surprised Yoongi actually understood him. He kept quiet, silently pulling his hand back as he listened, quirking his ears, sharpening his sensitive hearing. He couldn't just hear the urgency, he could feel it.

Taehyung stopped breathing when familiar names sounded. He knew the Keeper had been talking about the siblings who was supposed to be the next of kin. And a human. He heard the word spring out of his mouth stringed to 'interfere' before Wong Bin lost him. But how could a human possibly interfere in such matters? It was very rarely heard of, and Taehyung knew it very well.

'What? Who is it? Didn't both of them die?' Taehyung heard the rolling of the wheels of the chair against the wooden floor. Yoongi was standing. Taehyung could picture the anger burning in Yoongi's eyes.

'No, Your Highness, Hoseok is dead, he's currently being brought into Kronell. But...Ji Hyun was saved by a girl named Y/N.'

It felt like the world had stopped spinning, everything tilting to one side, before it all went black. And then he came back. Had he just heard your name? Although it was a fool's hope to wish that it was just his damned ears, he heard Yoongi repeating your name like a mantra. Shit. And he was very well aware of how well Yoongi knew of you. And your whereabouts. Hell, even your scent. You were probably a bait that had long been caught and forgotten in a trap, which was now remembered.

'I see. For now, deal with Ji Hyun. We need a new female in the line. However for Y/N- I'll deal with her myself.' Taehyung could practically hear the smirk in Yoongi's voice. He knew his intentions were far more than cruel. It had to be. He was the heir to the throne of the Underworld - Kronell - and a human meant nothing more than just blood and flesh to him. Just like to every other damned Red Blood.

'Your Highness?'

'You can go. I'm not chopping your wings off. But that doesn't I'm being merciful. I have to go meet Namjoon.'

'As you wish.' Following an audible swish, it got quiet for a few seconds. Apart from Taehyung's wild beating heart, there was nothing else reaching his ears. Then with lethal stealth, Yoongi had already begun opening the door. So soon that Taehyung had barely any time to pretend he had not been over hearing their conversation seconds ago.

'Kim Taehyung. Got anything useful, or are you just not seeing Y/N anymore to be coming here everyday?' He smirked. Taehyung wanted to rip his face off. And probably his body too. And send the remains to his hell-forsaken father.