Beauty and the Beast | TaeJin

Wrong Way

Taehyung ate the rest of his meal peacefully, glancing every once in a while to look up at Seokjin. He didn't know someone eating could be such a delight.

The way the prince's cheeks puffed up each time he took a bite. It seems like a beautiful scenery.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Seokjin asked, swallowing what's in his mouth.

"Oh, Um..?" Taehyung's face flushed, he can't believe he was caught staring.

"Um? That's your response? Really?" He raised an eyebrow, setting his fork down, "This is a good roasted chicken."

"Uh, right." The angel agreed and patted his mouth with a napkin. "Should I ask why are you here exactly?"

"Don't want me here? It was pretty clear, you did not want me to be Herr in the first place." He stared into those blue eyes.

"Right, as you can see I'm not great at this. I don't usually get visitors.." Taehyung started.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I have noticed," Seokjin stared at his plate, "I never expected angels."

"It's true, we avoid human or angel contact for years, it's quite lonesome."

"For a week, I always wondered what happened to you angels, but I rather not push it."

Taehyung leaned back on his chair, "It's best to save it for another day." His eyes grew dark, Jin gulped and nodded his head.

"I hope the others showed you around this castle, since I wasn't present to do so." Taehyung continued the conversation.

"Oh, they have. Seeing those places are quite unique, I love being around the museum the most. The paintings excite me the most from there, an interesting sight indeed." The prince sighed. 'I wish to leave.' He wanted to say but he knew it was a waste of breath to say that.

"Do you like it here?" The angel suddenly asked.

"Why all of the sudden? Does it even matter? I can't really say much."  Seokjin stared into Taehyung's eyes. "Maybe if I exploded more maybe I would enjoy myself more.?" He suggested.

Taehyung brushed his bangs out of the way and grunted softly, "I guess you have a point." He rubbed his chin. "Just warning you to never ever go the West wing, understood?"

Seokjin nodded, "I heard about it from the other angels." He hands started to get clammy, he had no idea why he was so nervous for.

"Then you got yourself a deal, pinkie."

The prince pouted slightly, don't call me that."

"Call you what?" He smirked, behind his hand, trying not to laugh.

He wanted to growl at him, showing he wasn't weak, but that would be a bit foolish, "Don't call me pinkie, blondie. Don't let the pink hair fool you." Jin glared.

"I was always curious, every since you got here..." Taehyung started off.

This got Seokjin's attention, "What exactly?" Though, he had a feeling he knew what it was.

"Your hair.. why is it pink? It's rather odd." And familiar. The angel realized his words. "No offense by the way." Just in case it sounded bad.

"It's alright," The male waved it off, "I'm so used to this question.. I don't know why or how I got this hair. I never knew my father and then my mother has golden hair, almost like yours. I was born with this. Born different from everyone else." Jin fell silent for a good moment or so. "I guess I'm cursed."

Seokjin doesn't guess, he knows. He doubts Taehyung would understand, but then again he was casted out of Heaven.

Taehyung nodded his head silently. "I see. Well, I think it's time to call it a night." The blonde stood up, dusting himself off.

"That's it? Really?"

"Yes." And then the angel was gone from the prince's sight.

"He's back in being the stubborn cold hearted." Jin mumbled under his breath, now really annoyed.  The angel was acting sweet earlier, but all of the sudden the talk about his hair being pink is a problem?  The heir doesn't understand men, or rather angels.

Jin stood up and began walking to his room, dragging a finger along the wall.

That's where it began.

There was a whisper in Jin's ear that he couldn't seem to get rid of. It instead hypnotized him, leaving him no control over his own body, only his mind. He changed directions, upstairs. He doesn't know why this is happening, it's honestly freaking him out. Next thing, he was headed left.

The West Wing.

Entering the wing, he gained back the control of his body. "Fuck, I need to get out of here quickly. Before Taehyung finds out and does who knows what..." he was about to turn around but something caught his eye..  A red rose floating, contained in glass.

It was like the rose wanted him to be here. Seokjin couldn't seem to remember what he was going to do, he was just focused on the rose. Only the rose.

Seokjin walked closer to the glowing red rose near the corner. He thought the flower was calling his name, maybe he was mad, but the prince was enchanted by the lovely flower.

His eyes turned into a deep purple as he got closer, he reached out his hand slowly to glass, inches away. Something moved in the corner of his quickly, that it snapped him out of trance and gained back his consciousness. Jin's eyes went back to normal like nothing happened.

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung growled darkly. "I told you to never come here."

"I... I.. was just curious. This flower was calling out to me. I swear!" Seokjin tried to explain to him.

"You expect me to believe that? Bullshit! You shouldn't have come here." The angel roared, clearly furious. "Get out." He whispered.

"What?" The prince asked, surprised.

"GET OUT OF MY CASTLE NOW." Taehyung yelled, ripping the painting near him to shreds. Jin gasped and backed up, hitting the table behind him. Taehyung glared at him with sapphire eyes, which frightened him more than ever.

Seokjin turned and ran out the door, not looking back. On the stairs, he ran into Jimin. "Hyung, you don't look so good.. What happened?" He asked.

A tear slipped out of Jin's eye, "I got to leave. Now." He gently pushed the small angel and continued escaping. He grabbed his cloak and out he was to his horse. The pink haired male hopped on and looked back at the door, where five angels looked at him with a sad expression, and whispered, "I'm sorry." And rode out through the gate into the dark woods.

The prince didn't know where he was going, he just rode wherever to get away from that angel.

Far, far away no matter what. Jin looked at his sides and what he saw frightened him. Wolves were chasing after him, snarling and biting at him. "Shit.. shit.. shit...!"

Something caught his hood and pulled him off the horse, he screamed. Seokjin tumbled and rolled on the snow till he hit his back against the tree. He grunted, tearing up in pain. The horse was scared but stayed by him.

The make slowly got him and grabbed a thick branch near him aiming it at the wolves. There was so many, there was no way he would survive this.

Seokjin was surrounded.