DISCONTINUED
❝ You were an ocean that I wanted to drink from, but every time I get thirstier. ❞
Taehyung is the prince of Wonderland, son of the Queen of Hearts, and the heir to the throne. He was made solely to rule - no matter how much he hated hi...
"Signed, sealed, and delivered." •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•
A sharp caw and the scrap of talons against wood awoke you. You hadn't slept well, tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position nor calm your mind. Now, your eyes fluttered open and were met with golden rays of sunlight streaming down into the little room Namjoon had lent you, from the open window.
Another—almost impatient—caw made you glance up to the window above you. A crow with midnight-colored feathers was perched there, watching you carefully with its beady eyes, with a scroll and rose hanging from its beak.
A bit surprised, you sat up and hesitantly took the scroll from its beak, the rich red rose falling on the window seal with it.
The inky crow watched you for a moment, then took to the sky once again, crying out one last time before it disappeared.
The rolled sheet in your hand was tied with a red string, the paper the texture of ancient parchment and torn at the edges. You pulled the string away gently and the paper unfurled.
Written in dark ink and spiraling handwriting was a letter, addressed to you.
Dear Y/N,
I know it's quite dangerous to spend letters about something this . . . sensitive, but I couldn't stop myself from grabbing the pen and ink.
I don't know what you know about me, seeing as Namjoon is generally quite the blabber mouth, but I just hope your trust in me hasn't wavered. I am going to help you, as you asked, but the door back home has closed for now. It shall open again on the next Blood Moon, in three and a half weeks time from the point of writing this letter.
I will see you soon.
Signed with the deepest regards,
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p.s. Please take of the rose for me, it's special.
Your head tilted to the side. Homes, doors, and roses, oh my. You read over it one more time before setting it aside to look at the red rose Taehyung had sent with it.
Take care of the rose for me.
It's blood-red petals had yet to start to blacken, so you quickly stood and headed to the bathroom at the corner of your small, delicately decorated room. You hadn't been able to admire the room yesterday because of your heavy mind, but now you had a chance.
