Eclipse

》13《

The sunlight hit Taehyung's face, making him wake up groggily. The black haired male popped his neck and sighed as he sat up. He felt not really tired and not really awake either. But once he hot up from the bed he shivered, feeling cold.

"Christ almighty, why is it so cold in here?" Taehyung whispered to himself. Then he looked into the mirror, one that only showed his shoulders and higher. He furrowed his brows when he looked at his hair. The blue roots were starting to take over his hair, it was now to a point where it was visible.

He sighed and remembered the events of last night.

*Flashback*

Jimin sat on the bed, once Taehyung locked the door, he felt a weird presence. Almost like he was being watched. And it wasn't by Jimin.

Taehyung had to play it off.

"Okay, so tell me the truth, now that we have ears and eyes off of us. Why are you acting?" Taehyung asked. This seemed to catch Jimin off guard. The red head scoffed in disbelief.

"Acting how?"

"Dont play, dumb, Jimin. Those wounds may look nasty, but I could tell you were feeling better by the way you got excited not even a few minutes ago."

Jimin laughed in amusement and ran his hand through his hair. Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, watching as the yellow lightly flickered through his eyes.

"I'm not stupid, not only did I notice the extra gear inside of the baskets but I also noticed that week by week, you seem to be moving in a faster pace."

"Well, seems I have an admirer." Jimin chuckled. Taehyung scoffed and got off of the bed, walking to his desk that he kept his best beverages on. He poured himself a bit of scotch on rocks and sipped a bit.

"Did you kiss me to try to get me to fall for some type of spell or something? What trick are you playing?" Taehyung asked. Jimin stood up, his red silk pajamas moving as he did.

"I'm not playing any kind of trick. You just think a lot. Especially on theories." Jimin scoffed. Taehyung chuckled.

"Sometimes, my theories are correct. Arent they, Prince?" Taehyung asked as he faced Jimin. The elder's face became pale and his eyes began to glow yellow.

"That's a fit farfetched. Me? A prince? Please, Taehyung, have some thought into that. What makes me a prince?" Jimin scoffed, seeming to play off the shock. But Taehyung knew.

The BlackBlue haired male placed his cup of scotch down with a sigh, not liking that Jimin was trying to play it off.

"Oh prince. You never fail to amaze me." Taehyung scoffed. Jimin frowned.

"Tae-"

"Sir. You think you can really hide?" Taehyung finally chuckled. Jimin froze. What was Taehyung doing? This was weird.

"Stop. What the fuck are you doing?" Jimin asked. Then Taehyung began to let his eyes glisten into their pretty blue color.

"All royalty respect one another. Isn't that right, Prince Jimanian?" Taehyung finally expressed, his face not turning into one of disgust or envy. It was neutral. Jimin began to let his eyes naturally take their yellow color.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jimin asked, letting his electric bolts surround his hand. Taehyung let Jimin keep his suspicion.

"Someone who wants to take over this place. And Jimin, I just want to tell you, I dont intend on letting you take what's rightfully mine." Taehyung growled, his eyes showing a sense of violence. A sense of cruelty.

"Wow. The Order of Cruelty thinks he can tell me what to do? I'm the Order of Protection. Nothing more, nothing less. Understand me, Taehyung?"

There was silence between the two. One that held tension. A face of amusement started to slowly appear on Taehyung's face. Jimin then started laughing. Feeling light hearted as it went on.

"I'm not sure if I actually got too into this argument. I didn't think role playing was your thing. Look, Tae, if that's your thing, at least stay away from the topic of Princes and royalty. I'll let you know now that I dont like that. Now, if you want to try something else, feel free." Jimin giggled, leaving a kiss onto Taehyung's lips then exiting the room with a wink.

*end of flashback*

Taehyung nodded to himself. Jimin seemed serious. Not only about not liking royalty, but about being very touchy on the subject.

Taehyung checked the tattoo on his wrist, the spade that he continued to carry on. The Order of Cruelty.

What even is his role?

He knows exactly what it is. He just refuses to acknowledge it just yet.

Taehyung sighed as he looked to his roots once again. Hair dye didn't seem to work this time.

"Damn. How else am I supposed to hide myself." He whispered to himself. He hated how easily they could be seen. They hadn't been this visible before, so why now? Why was the black hair dye failing him now?

"Maybe we can help." A deep, soothing, womanly voice answered. Taehyung gasped and turned around, his hair flying around as he did. He saw Dusk leaning on a windowsill, her pretty hair in braids with hints of blue in them. Taehyung sighed as he leaned on the wall.

"Dusk. Who's we?" Taehyung whispered, trying to make sure that no one heard him.

"Well, you know I have partners you specifically assigned me with, sir. And those partners had finally arrived." Dusk smiled, her brown eyes shining in the light. Just as she announced it, Taehyung saw the slim figures in the rays of the sun. Their bodies being covered in darkness while the light surrounded their outline.

Taehyung smiled.

"Jackson, Rose, glad you could finally make it."