Taekook Oneshots

Ninja

(I'm no expert with ninjas and stuff I just wanted an excuse to make taekook badass)

There's a sort of elegance to the way his hand lifts in the air, fingers spread out in perfect imitation of a ballet dancer's, his slender wrist partially concealed by the translucent material of a purple kimono, tied with braided gold rope. Underneath this, he wears a simple white shirt and trousers. His feet are bare, and there's something about his simple outfit that makes him shine. Something that reveals the true beauty of the person.

His eyes, their colour artificially changed by contacts, practically glow silver instead of the grey they're marketed as, in the sunlight streaming in from the window. For a moment, those who see him cannot imagine him ordering around a criminal army. It wouldn't seem possible. He's too delicate. Too refined.

A small smile graces his golden face, and he tilts his head to one side, watching the man knelt in front of him with barely hidden contempt. But he's been trained in diplomacy for years. He is better than the bloody feud between him and his rivals. And he is more civilised than them. That's what he's always said.

He snaps his fingers, the sound echoing slightly through the room. The servant in the corner of the room steps forward. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Bring me our hostages. I think it's time our dear friend here-" the delicate male glides forward to lift the jaw of the kneeling man up, forcing eye contact - "understood exactly how rude he has been lately. And exactly why this is such a problem."

"Understood. I'll send someone to collect them for you."

The young monarch smiles slightly, dropping his prisoner's jaw and returning to his previous spot, standing just in front of his throne. Well, it's not really fancy enough to count as a throne, but for the sake of explaining its purpose? It is a throne.

It's a seat for a royal person so they can do regal things. That's what it is there for. It's just not covered in jewels or anything like that. They're too gaudy, the king claims.

"Kim Taehyung." The vocalisation is harsh, spat out like an insult, but the pirate king just chuckles lightly at his prisoner. "You won't get away with this, I promise you that. My people will fight to get me back. They are loyal, and they are numbered in the millions. Do not try to create more conflict than you need."

A shadow moves ever so slightly in the corner of the room, and the prisoner gulps slightly. Taehyung just chuckles again, knowing exactly what the other has seen. It worries some people, whenever they first notice that. But he's more than used to seeing their reactions to something they don't know about. Something they weren't expecting to see.

"You've heard the rumours, then?" he says calmly, casually, as if he's discussing the weather. "I didn't know they would spread so quickly. Well, I guess good news travels fast."

"They're not true," the other male insists.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Taehyung says simply, a dark amusement appearing in his eyes for a moment. "Some rumours hold a grain of truth."

There's a moment of tense silence, broken only by the return of the servant. He simply bows towards his king, informing him that personnel are on their way with the hostages as requested. Taehyung gives him a curt nod, and the servant returns to his spot in the corner of the room. Just in case he's needed.

Maybe five minutes later, there's a knock on the door of the cabin, and the servant moves to open it, revealing five guards and five prisoners. Taehyung's eyes literally light up at the sight of the group, eagerly beckoning them forward. "Ah, you're here! Bring them over here, hyungs, we need to talk to them."