𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 | Kim Taehyung //DISCONTINUED

17

Chapter 17
▌ Broken, lonely notes

"Where words fail, music speaks."
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Breakfast had been quiet, to say the least. Seokjin still hadn't left Namjoon's home—you were starting to think he was becoming one of a part of the furniture—but both of them seemed very intrigued to know what happened last night.

Seokjin's slitted eyes hadn't left your form and Namjoon kept glancing up at you from his tea.

Finally, you gave in.

"Do you want me to tell you?" you sighed, words muffled by the biscuit in your mouth.

They both nodded feverishly in unison.

"Well . . ." you started, swallowing down your food and fiddling with the hem of the newest dress Namjoon had lent you from his never ending closet. "It really wasn't that exciting—"

Suddenly, three, loud, booming knocks vibrated through the home. You jumped in your seat, as did Namjoon.

Seokjin glanced towards the hallway that lead to the doorway with curious boredom, which soon changed to wariness. He gestured his head toward the Madder Hatter and then toward the door.

Namjoon seemed to get the hint and straightened his hat, disappearing down the hall. Seokjin stayed behind and watched, his tail swishing back and forth and ears angled in Namjoon's direction.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Those two had always acted odd, but at that moment, they were even unusually so.

"Sir," you heard a, muffled, unfamiliar voice say, "The queen's army is looking for this girl." A paper ruffled. "She was last seen at the Glass Orchards. Do you know of her whereabouts?"

Oh no.

Quick and smooth as ever, the Madder Hatter replied, "My, I haven't . . . Is she some thief, o-or murderer?!" and as dramatic as ever.

"She is none of your concern, but at the moment, I was instructed to search the homes nearest to the Orchard," the voice said.

A pause.

"Search? How—How barbaric!" stammered out Namjoon. His acting was flawless. "If only the Queen were hear such words! She'd never have her lackeys search a home of a member of the royal court!"

"Royal court?" the voice repeated. Hesitation had entered his tone.

"Yes! But you wouldn't do that, would you? I'm sure any soldier that stepped foot into my home, accusing me with such insignificant claims, would soon enough had their heads cut clean off if she knew about it!"

Silence.

You heard a low, mumbled apology, and then shuffled footsteps.

The door shut and Namjoon reentered the parlor, sighing heavily. "Cards are always so annoying."

His tanned skin was dusted in the rose-gold light of the morning; it seemed to always have a certain sparkle to it, giving him a magical atmosphere. His suit was as artful and roguish as ever, his head topped with a matching hat. That day, it was accented with silvers and blues, bringing out the ashy gray of his hair.