Nightfall [hiatus]

25) hate me

t a e h y u n g

"we don't know what comes after one but the thing is he doesn't know either. so, we have a step ahead that we knew both you and jungkook are involved. we've got much time."

"what do we need to do then?"

"find a book. it was made by the flesh of a sacrifice to make the prophecy comes true. we need to get it before anyone."

spinning the pen between his dainty fingers, taehyung's mind continued to fidget on what his mom had told him in the morning.

a book...

his memory replayed of the day when he gave jungkook a surprise visit - after their intimate time, he had a view of a certain book in jungkook's room which was written in greek and if he wasn't wrong, he's quite positive that the book's title was named 'the prophecy' and the texture also seemed odd.

don't tell me...

"kim taehyung"

a stern yet cold voice got him out of his current thoughts, causing him to jolt up in his seat. he looked up immediately and saw many pairs of eyes were focused on him while yoongi was giving him a look.

"you're not into lessons."

yoongi said in calm tone unlike his usual snide remarks. mostly, he would be rude and sacarstic as fuck to taehyung, generally to everyone except jimin or hoseok - after spending a good amount of time with those people, he happened to know that yoongi and hoseok were a thing but not really in a relationship before jimin had came into scene but despite the fact, the trios seemed to be in good terms as much as he had seen. but it wasn't even his business. so yeah, back to the class.

"nothing. just.. lost in thoughts. i'm sorry."

as usual, he answered casually whilst yoongi stared at him in concern. mayhaps, hearing about the world ending and taehyung being the solution of it got him nicer than before. but well, still, he was min yoongi.

"meet me at my office after class. and concentrate. i'm not keen of a student dozing off in my class."

then, with a sharp turn, he went back to write the formulas on blackboard which taehyung missed to recongnize as he drifted into another train of thought.

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"spill."

yoongi said shortly after taehyung had taken place on a black metal chair sat in front of the sleek wooden desk. curling his lips, taehyung nastily gawk at the man before him, who asked him without even giving a glance.

it was kind of inconvenient for taehyung to sit alone with this man in a quiet room. though no one said it out, they knew both taehyung and yoongi were like contrasts to each other; personality, appearance, beliefs, origin, most importantly, their kinds, all were different.

sure, taehyung's mother might be a part of those who created dark creatures in necromacy, nonetheless, the fact that they were not created by consent but by a part of the curse to devour on none other than the blood, flesh and desire of living beings. hence, to say that those immortals weren't really fond on their creators was not a lie.

after all, despite his much unfavoritism towards aforementioned kinds, yoongi was mature enough to let them slide for a greater purpose which was to save the world. the phrase itself would sound like a big deal but unfortunately, it was indeed reality and there's nothing he could do but help the victims of that ridiculous prosphet who created those damn meaningless things.