Luxuria | BTS

Part IX

"Esse cautus de verbis eius"

-Be cautious of his words-

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You're practically running by the time you get back home, breathing ragged and the shopping bag hitting your side. The house looks untouched from the outside, no door or window open like you'd feared.

Panting, you sprinted up the front steps, unlocking the door and striding inside. It was all exactly the way you'd left it, but you didn't trust what you saw.

Namjoon, the guy you now knew to be the one with the brown-grey hair, had vanished when you stepped out of the store. An instinctive feeling had led you to return back home as quickly as you could, looking for signs of the others on your way.

You couldn't tell if you really felt like you were being watched or if your heightened senses were fucking you over. Leaving the bag in the hallway, you walked into the living room, gaze falling on the backyard through the window and with it, the start of the forest.

For a fleeting second, you thought you saw someone stand there.

Cautious, nervous energy buzzing through you, you stepped up to the window. The figure had gone, it also could have just been a shadow. But you didn't think so.

Something was edging you to go and find out.

Your common sense screamed stupid, but you opened the back door and walked outside. Your eyes were fixed on where the figure had been, hands slowly shutting the door behind you and picking up the spare key laying under the doormat.

The grass crunched under your feet, flapping of birds wings resounding above you for a moment. As you looked over at your neighbours houses and gardens, you saw a cat slink around the fence, yellow eyes fixed on a crow sitting in the vegetable patch.

Focusing back on the forest before you, you stopped for a second. Nobody could be seen standing at the edge of the trees, nothing moved behind the branches, swallowed in the shadows that lay behind it.

It was a sunny afternoon, but the darkness of the forest sent shivers down your spine. Shuddering, you wrapped your arms around yourself, just standing there and observing what you could see.

You couldn't seem to make up your mind - go in there or not?

No, of course not. Are you stupid?

Common sense was telling you to turn around and go back in the house, lock the doors and simply continue with your day. But curiosity was edging you on, the exciting feel of mystery driving you to go and explore.

Mystery.

Your head snapped around in sudden realisation. Curiosity, thoughtfulness, a sense of the forgotten and hidden. All the feelings you had associated with the black haired boy from your class earlier were all around you, and made you want to ignore what you logic was telling you.

You stepped back hastily, weary eyes darting around for signs of them. Had they lured you here to get you to go into the forest? What games were they playing with you now?

Goosebumps erupted along your neck and arms, your steps going backwards quickening. Turning your head from side to side, you tried to take all your surroundings in, the feeling coming back stronger when your eyes landed on your house.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

You raced towards the back door, inserting the key with trembling hands. The door swung open and you stumbled into the living room, your footsteps like a gunshot in the peaceful silence.

Heart hammering in your chest, you half ran into the kitchen, eyes darting around. The feeling was all around you, settling onto the atmosphere with an air of almost satisfaction.

On cue of that, a low chuckle resounded around you, coming from the tilted window above the kitchen counter.

You stepped up to it with caution, hands trailing along to grab one of the kitchen utensils. The street was deserted except for a tall male figure with black hair, leaning against the wall opposite you.

He lifted his head to meet your eye. The brown in them was soft, shimmering, but the magenta dots on the side of his iris were prominent even from this distance. His beauty struck you once again, locking you in a trance while you stared at each other.

Slowly, almost testingly, he pushed himself away from the wall. His stare didn't move from yours, it was almost like he was looking for your reaction with every step he took.

You didn't want to, but your eyes somehow managed to flicker to every part of his body and handsome face. His lips looked gentle and plump, a nice jaw and hollowed cheeks pairing with his entrancing eyes.

The shirt he was wearing showed off his toned but not too muscular arms, along with his wide shoulders and broader chest. He had resemblances to Greek statues, something so ethereal and timeless about his beauty that it almost hurt you after looking at him for longer.

You didn't even notice he was standing before the window until your name rang out to you through the slit that was open.

"Iseul".

You refocused on his eyes, the magenta still there, winding around you in delicate patterns. A sudden hit of realisation made you step back, cautious and with heat radiating from you in waves.

He tilted his head, expression almost innocent but clearly controlling at the same time. "I'm Seokjin. Can I talk to you?"

No. No, you shouldn't talk to him!

Hesitance crept over you, standing still, just watching him. Seokjin waited for a couple moments, but upon seeing how you didn't answer at all, something in his face intensified.

"Come on, open the window. I only want to talk, I promise".

The charm that was seeping from his words didn't fool you. There was something darker in his voice, like a double meaning. And it riled you up, fire inside you roaring for release.

You tried to control whatever was happening, not letting your gaze slip from him. Seokjin seemed to notice your struggle, a mild smirk starting to unfold on his face. With it, the magenta in his eyes gleamed stronger, winding around you and reeling you in.

"No", the bite in your voice carried, cold tone a strong contrast to the burning in your eyes. You saw how he focused on them, knew he could practically feel the heat that radiated from you in a close proximity.

Yet, Seokjin merely smiled, a little arrogance in the way his lips curved and his chest pushed out. "Why not? Are you scared of me?"

"I am not scared of you", you spat, a strange sense of power spreading through your body, "Of none of you".

Your voice was so loud that you were sure the neighbours had heard, but Seokjin actually chuckled. "You're scared, admit it. Your tough act isn't unusual, but it might be better to drop it around us".

"Act", you repeated the word, wrath consuming your entire feelings at it. This was a sensation you'd never felt before, anger and that touch of anxiousness making you ball your fists and glare at Seokjin.

"This isn't an act", your voice went flat and hissing, one hand gripping the window handle tight, "This is me. We are alike enough for you to know that".

His smile grew wider. "Oh, Iseul, we're much more alike than you'd think. Do you want to find out how much?". He lifted an arm, hand stretched towards you like an open invitation, the magenta stripes drawing you in.

For a split second, you wanted to open the window and take it. Those words, dripping with alluring charm, that smile darkly controlled and those almost fully magenta eyes were so dangerously intriguing.

The tension was hanging in the air, thick and sexually charged, and you snapped.

You slammed the window shut, frame vibrating from the force. Almost teasingly slow, a crack worked its way along the side, strangely beautiful to you.

You didn't see how Seokjin withdrew his hand, chuckling to himself, because you had turned your back and walked away, powerful and weak at the same time.