WINGS || Taehyung

#31 - Escape Death

'Alright then...' Hoseok said, as if to say to he was going to leave. Taking the apparent signal, Yoongi turned around to leave. Perfect, everything was on cue and right according to the plan.

He managed a few steps towards the manor when he heard a cold chuckle. He stopped in his tracks, and turned his face, to get a peripheral vision.

'Honestly, brother, you are so easy to fool.' If he hadn't seen it himself, Yoongi wouldn't have believed it was Hoseok who was addressing him. Yoongi, appalled, turned around completely and saw Hoseok with his wings fully spread behind his back and other Red Bloods along with the Keepers slowly appearing behind him, to create a humongous shadow over the gates and beyond it. They arrived in silence, and they seemed to want to obey their orders in silence. Words failed Yoongi, and all he had left to do was contact Namjoon telepathically.

"Namjoon!" He yelled as loud as he could in his mind, his face struggling to stay indifferent and nonchalant. Namjoon didn't take long to return the distress call to Yoongi, who somehow managed to briefly let him know what was going out side, and how he must take everybody in the house to safety.

'I'm surprised father hasn't taken your life. Treason is what you should go to hell for, brother.' A smug look rested on Hoseok's face as he kept his eyes locked with Yoongi's. The latter's snow white wings - that would have blended perfectly well with the snow if it weren't for the contrasting, dark mansion behind him - were long unfolded, ready to fly whenever he had the chance. He would have to distract them for as long as he could, while Namjoon got you and the rest out of Hoseok's and the other's hands. Or needless to say, Kimroe's clutches.

Hoseok's blend of white and black wings seemed to steal most of the show.

Meanwhile, in the house - specifically, Taehyung's room - you and Taehyung chatted about this and that, utterly clueless of the activities happening outside as Jungkook came barging into the room, making you jump on your seat. Ready to reprimand him, you began -

'Jungkook, what-'

'No time. We have to go. Now.' He rushed, and pulled your hand along with Taehyung's, making him let out a painful groan.

'Wait, Kook, we have to help him walk.' You said, and began rounding your arm behind Taehyung and under his arm when this time Namjoon came in, 'I'll carry him, you guys get down, right now!' You almost clutched onto Taehyung's loose shirt when you felt him being pulled away from you.

Jungkook pulled you away when he took notice of your damned hesitation and darted down the stairs, despite your loud protests. He led you to the kitchen where Jin was comforting a panicking Jimin. He looked up to you, a worried expression painted on his face. You furrowed your eyebrows, not knowing why you all were running, or why Jin was looking at you that way. Before you could ask, Namjoon ran down with Taehyung in his arms in bridal style, and you could notice the back of Taehyung's shirt stained with blood. Too much pressure on the wound; you had to treat it; it was your fault. The thoughts ran mercilessly in your mind.

'But what's going on?' You asked to nobody in specific, as you looked around. Namjoon turned to you with a reprimanding, and a rather annoyed look before yelling at you to look out the window. When you did, you could feel all your limbs going numb with fear, your breath leaving your lungs completely: People with huge wings stood beyond the gate, while a small figure, whom you recognized as Yoongi stood on the other side, with his wings spread too. He seemed to be conversing with the man who stood in the middle and you felt you had seen him before. It was absurd - that was your first thought - because he was a little too far away for you to be able to read his face clearly.