WINGS || Taehyung

#32 - Return Home

'Ah...Love is in the air,' Hoseok spoke in a mocking tone as Namjoon faced him. Namjoon responded with a snarl, and the next second he was diving in for Hoseok who dodged him just as swiftly.

'Feisty already?' He laughed as he continued to dodge every single punch or lunge of Namjoon's. As far as it was buying the rest of you time, he didn't care if he was taken or not. He pulled back his fist and went for what was supposed to be an awfully powerful punch, but Hoseok seemed to anticipate just that. He grabbed Namjoon's wrist in a flash and pulled him towards himself so sharply that Namjoon had barely any time to block the knee that was already aiming for his stomach. Namjoon lurched forward, a groan voicing the pain as Hoseok kept an iron grip around the Red Blood's wrist.

'Alright,' Hoseok said coldly, 'that's quite enough.' He finished, twisting Namjoon's hand and grabbing his neck by his elbow, now having Namjoon in a headlock. Hoseok squeezed tight enough to allow Namjoon a scarce amount of air. Nodding to the group of Red Bloods behind him, he disappeared with them and Yoongi into Kronell.

The moment they appeared in the middle of the bailey, the entire court went quiet as heads turned to Hoseok who had Namjoon in his hands and two other keepers who held an unconscious Yoongi by his hands around their shoulders, letting his legs drag on the floor.

'My, that is some scene,' Kimroe immediately commented, 'Hoseok, you do know they are your-'

Hoseok instantly cut him off, 'Brothers. Yes, Father.' He spat. He glanced back at Yoongi with a carefully proportioned disgusted look etched onto his face; he could feel anger boiling inside him as he eyed him and Namjoon. Not at them; never at them. Never at Yoongi.

'What is up, Hoseok? You seem troubled.' Kimroe asked softly; although he was regarded as nothing less than an evil ruler, he was just as gentle with his children. Or so he showed feigned worry and concern. Hoseok's instincts screamed at him to grab Kimroe's neck and squeeze it until maybe his head fell off. But, he did just exactly what was expected of him -

'How could you let these excuses of a Royalty live, father?' Hoseok yelled, his voice echoing off the palace walls. Kimroe gave him an amused look, as he was questioning his father's ways. He chuckled, 'Why, what is the matter?' Kimroe's grainy voice somehow sounded much softer than Hoseok's.

'He is helping Y/N! Being of Royal Blood, how can he even dare to think to do such a thing?' He cringed visibly as he said your name out loud. If Yoongi was conscious, he would have definitely laughed at the irony of the situation.

'There are things you have yet to know, Hoseok. But until then, please let your brothers go, Namjoon can barely breathe.' He said as he pointed to a faintly purple faced Namjoon. Things, Hoseok thought. There's more than just things, father.

Hoseok frowned, dropping Namjoon down on the floor like as though he was a rag doll. He turned back on his heels, marching away towards the door. His fists clenched and his nails poked into the insides of his palms. He had the sudden urge to punch something; or someone. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the door handle.

'And what about Taehyung?' Kimroe raised his voice to make himself audible to the retreating figure of Hoseok.

'You'll be getting all of them in due time, father.' He said it with a promising tone. Just as he was about to open the door, it flew open, pushing Hoseok back on to the floor, him landing on his back. The anger that was kept bottled up was ready to explode.

'What-' He was going to yell at the person but noticed he was no ordinary Angel. The anger washed away but it multiplied. It was as though his emotions were being tampered with, making them go null. And that same feeling was fueling his hate even further.

'What do you want now, Hijin?' Hoseok heard Kimroe asking the man who had just entered the bailey.

'That filthy human is harder to possess than it is to fool your son!' He screeched, his voice hoarse and cracked in an unpleasant way as he spoke. Hoseok remained on the floor, now sitting up, his back facing the court.

'How many times have I told you not to possess a human? You idiot!' Kimroe yelled back at Hijin, enraged. Hoseok stood up, definitely ready to punch anything in his way.

'Okay, look, I had to alright? Your damned son had put on those devil forsaken Barriers. What was I supposed to do-' His words were cut off abruptly when Hoseok slammed the door behind him, getting farther away from the door. He didn't bother to stay, as he had made other plans; plans to get to you.

He was about to teleport himself, as he stood in the center of the palace grounds when somebody yelled, 'Hey, kid! Hold on!' Hoseok heard clanking of chains making him look back at the source. That same feeling returned. The feeling of numbness and fueling of rage. He'd slam his head onto a wall if that was going to happen again.

Hijin was running towards him, as he kept one arm stretched as if he was hailing a vehicle.

'What?' Hoseok asked, annoyed. Hijin ran until where Hoseok stood, then bent over to catch his breath. Hoseok heard him faintly cursing the chains.

'I- I'm coming w-with you,' He said, panting heavily in between.

'What, Why?'

'I have to catch that Sinner.' He finally straightened his back, looking at Hoseok. He could have sworn he would have thrown up if he looked at Hijin's face one more time. Instantly looking away he spoke, 'That's my job.'

'Wrong. Your job is to get that filthy human girl, and I have to get that filthy Sinner, for my wings.' He said and Hoseok heard the stretching of wings, but he didn't look back at him. Cursing his own luck, he began turning around when Hijin spoke again.

'I've gotten one, and I need one more.' He could literally hear the smirk in Hijin's voice. He sighed: he knew Hijin was doing this because he was aware of the job Hoseok was given. He was tagging along because of how much easier Hijin's work would get at getting the wings. And even if he wanted to stop it, he couldn't. He would get what he wanted and he would leave, and Hoseok couldn't help but ignore the urge to slap some sense into that featureless male. 'Fine.'