WINGS || Taehyung

#33 - Deep Thoughts

Taehyung stood so still you'd thought he stopped breathing completely. His eyes remained unwavering and directed to the window before he made his way to it, very gently moving away the curtain to peek through. Then he began speaking to himself in mumbles that you could barely hear. The moving lips was the only proof that he was really saying something. E

'Even so...' You heard him say.

'Y/N,' He spoke suddenly, almost making you jump, him still looking out the window vigilantly, 'Turn off the lights.' You looked to Jin with a doubtful look, 'Wouldn't that grab more attention?' You asked Taehyung who had his back faced to you.

'Yes,' He replied, 'But then they wouldn't know what we are doing.'

Brilliant, you thought. How you would navigate yourself through the darkness, you weren't really sure, but that wasn't the number one worry on your list right now.

You immediately began looking around for a switch. Noticing your trouble to find it, the boys joined in as well, except Taehyung.

'Tae...' You began as you moved the cloak hanger away as gently as you could, trying to locate the switch, 'I can't find any switch.' You stated, and soon all the other boys began saying they couldn't find it either. Taehyung turned his head around with a frown, as he, too, vaguely scanned the room. Then his eyes lit up, like he had just remembered something.

'If I'm not wrong...' He muttered to himself and turned to the room, this time his back facing the window. Clearing his throat, he said sternly, 'Guan Deng.'

And immediately the lights switched off. You, along with Jin and Jimin, let out a sharp gasp, at how the house obeyed a verbal command. 'How...?' You tried to adjust your eyes to the pitch black darkness around you. And somehow, you saw Taehyung flashing a smile, 'Chinese. Always helps.'

It was another five minutes before Taehyung was sure that there was no more danger of anybody finding you and the group. Already exhausted from all the running and tripping, you hadn't noticed until the time you began climbing the stairs that you had extreme muscle fatigue. You groaned, making Taehyung and Jungkook both come to you, either of them standing by your side.

'Are you alright?' Both chorused, Jungkook glaring at Taehyung who simply looked at him with wide eyes. You chuckled softly, 'It's alright. I just need some rest.' You said before climbing the stairs, with slight difficulty.

All of you chose your own rooms and Taehyung chose to share a room with you, 'Just in case.' He'd said. Before you went in to your room, you walked to Jin, your hands wrapping themselves around his waist as you rested your head on his wide shoulder, his hand still resting on the door knob, unresponsive to you.

'I'm sorry, Jin. I'm sure Namjoon is safe.' You sympathized and you felt him tense, making you rub your hand soothingly along the length of his back.

'It's okay. I'm sure he's safe too.' Was all he said before he wished you a stiff goodnight and walking in to his room. You sighed as he closed the door. You could say Jin was hurting. How bad, that you didn't know.

You trudged over to Jimin and Jungkook's room and wished them goodnight, giving them each a peck on their foreheads, 'You were both strong today. I'm really proud of you boys.' You said, smiling at them softly. In their half asleep state, the two beamed at you before you left them to rest. You went to your room, which you were supposedly going to share with Taehyung.

You opened the door and was immediately met with a bare chested Taehyung, who raised his head as he sat on the bed. You felt your cheeks reddening, that stretched all the way to your neck and ears. Your eyes averted to different directions but you knew he'd already noticed your embarrassment. You began stuttering, trying to search for words to string together, 'I- uh- I'm...wow, okay-' He chuckled softly at your flustered look before standing up and walking to you. Your heartbeat increased with every step he took towards you, your breath hitching momentarily.

Your breath finally caught in your throat as he reached behind you to close the door, which you hadn't noticed was open thanks to somebody being half naked in the room.

'Breathe, Y/N, I'm not going to do anything to you.' He purred, as he let out a soft laugh. You could feel his eyes watching you from the corner and before you could call it, he leaned in and gave you a soft and long peck on the cheek. You still didn't release the air you were holding making him raise an eyebrow, 'Or do you want me to do something?' He smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement and slight humor, as he kept watching your face turn from light red to a bright crimson.

'I- n-no-' He pecked your lips this time, before looking at you with clouded eyes. Although it was dark, there was enough moonlight coming in from the window to show his pupils were well dilated. You felt a certain churning in your stomach. As much as awkward you were being, you still felt more than slightly turned on by him.

He chuckled again, before turning around and walking to the bed. That's when you let go of your breath, but it came out as a sharp gasp when you noticed the scar on his back, from where his wing had been taken off.

Your eyebrows scrunched together. It must be hurting really bad.

'Foul sight, isn't it?' Taehyung asked casually - he knew you were staring at his scar. He felt bad, but not because he lost a wing, but because he did not have it to protect you anymore. Sure, he did have enough strength to fend off around five to eight people at a time, but his wings would have helped a handful more, if he had it.

'I'm sorry about your...wing.' You said as you walked to Taehyung and stopped a few inches behind him. You raised a hand and began tracing the area around the wound lightly with a finger. Feeling him flinch, you withdrew your hand instantly.

'It's okay.' Taehyung assured you with a deep sigh and you simply raised both your hands and rested them on his shoulders.

'Sit down.' You pushed gently at his shoulders and he sat, facing you. You climbed onto the bed and sat behind him, before holding his shoulders again.

'Relax, alright?' You cooed, and began rubbing your hands gently over and around his shoulders, making him go limp with every movement of your hands.

As he relaxed more, you spoke again, your voice nowhere above an audible whisper, 'I never really got to see your wings properly. But if I remember correctly, were they black?' You asked as he leaned into your touch more, his head resting right below your chin, on your chest.

'Yes. Very rare, that pair.' He said, which amused you. Curiosity got the better of you and you began questioning more about them, 'So, there are different colors?' You asked sheepishly, making him chuckle at your innocence.

'There are. Like for example, Yoongi has a brilliant pearl white and Namjoon has an ash gray color.' He said and you let your mouth hang open in awe as you kept massaging his shoulders. The images flashed across your mind and you became quiet at the sight your mind had come up with. Brilliant pearl white would be a lovely color to own, and you thought, it was fit just for the right person. A smile stretched across your lips as you remembered Yoongi - how cold he always tried to seem, but let the better nature of his get to him.

You were beginning to think Taehyung had slept off when he reached over and grabbed your hands from his shoulders, bringing them to his chest. He rested them there, inter wining his fingers with yours, and you were about to ask him why he did so, when he spoke.

'Do you feel it?' He asked, referring to the gentle thudding you felt of his heart against his ribs. You nodded smiling down at him as he looked up at you. His eyes seemed to hold the universe in them, and for a moment, you were snatched away. No words could be formed, no thought made sense; staring into his eyes, you felt all your worries slipping away and for that moment, it was just the two of you.

'I've never felt more alive in all three hundred years of my existence as a Sinner, Y/N. And you have no idea how scared I was when I first met you, thinking that you would never accept me if I ever told you who I really was. I'm sorry you had to see it before you could hear it yourself. I thought you would just want to forget me after what had happened.' His voice got an octave lower before one of his hands which held yours came up to caress your cheek. He turned around and had you lying down, as his hand still held your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin gently, a look in his eyes which made you feel a lot of things inside you.

He leaned in, his eyes still opened a fraction, as he watched you close yours, claiming your mouth and locking your lips in a very passionate kiss.

And if you weren't sure if you loved him or not before, you were sure right now.