Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Five: Ghosts

A/N: Hello. 

I'm sorry if updates start getting slow, I have work and school starting soon :(

But alas, what can you do? Maybe between classes I can write this story :)

QOTD: If you had to be one of the characters in this story...who would you be? 

Just wondering...:)

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"You look better with your eyes closed."

A piercingly crisp voice alerted Jungkook of another presence near him. His eyes shot open; a few blinks later they were clear enough to see the person standing in front of him with perfect horror.

The blood drained from his face as he chose his next words carefully.

"Why...did you come back?"

The figure, amidst the small strand of pine trees the two were located in, turned away from him. Jungkook realized for the first time that he himself was seated in a simple wooden chair, propped against one of the trees. The sky was losing light quickly although the ravenette was sure of the time of day, he was unsure about so many other aspects of the situation. 

How did Jungkook get here? How did Jimin find him? Where was Flor-

"It's...complicated..." Jimin answered in a small voice, foot sliding over a patch of brown pine needles. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, Jungkook."

A flush ran up the ravenette's neck as the white-haired male turned his sad red eyes on the other. Jimin appeared hesitant to approach, his shaky black-inked arms caught up between moving or staying. After a few seconds, the ravenette broke eye contact. It was too painful.

"I-" he started, edging on his seat. He felt a hundred different things at once. What was he to say? He started with something simple.

"Why did you say I look better with my eyes closed?"

Jimin's cheeks twitched as if he'd been caught off guard before smiling. The warm lights of the day closing gave his bright teeth an ethereal sparkle, his white hair matching closely. The ravenette gaped at how exotically gorgeous the half-blood seemed in that moment. He couldn't help himself from thinking that--it had been years of loss and grief wasted over the very person that was standing in front of him.

He cannot be trusted. Taehyung warned him in his thoughts. The ravenette nodded to himself, forcing an invisible wall between his longing heart and the man standing a few meters from him.

"Well," Jimin's voice was quiet, laced with strings of sorrow, "With your eyes closed, you don't see me like...this. And then I don't have to see the pain in your eyes...the look on your face when you see a dead man walking."

Jimin sighed, pushing a strand of ghostly white hair behind his ear. The motion was so innocent, so endearing that for a moment Jungkook forgot the circumstances he was in. Sitting in a chair, someplace far away. Sparse trees, his old lover-

"I wanted to talk to you." Jimin placed his hands at his sides while he was speaking. His attention turned to the prince seated in the chair in front of him. "About myself, I-"

Jimin was cut off mid-sentence. Another figure burst through the trees, bearing a weapon. The Oak Prince stood up, his legs pumping with adrenaline at the sight of a specific golden dagger.

"Tae-Taehyung?"The ravenette briefly made eye contact with his husband before the blonde lunged towards Jimin. "Stop Tae! It won't work anyway!"

Taehyung stopped mid-slash, eyes bolting to his husband. A ferocious, animalistic malice sliced through his husband's stare, rendering Jungkook speechless. Jimin's disapproval at the weapon wavering in Taehyung's tan hand was painted all over his face. Jungkook noted, however, that there was no fear in his expression, no inkling that he was afraid of being stabbed.