WTF Did I Do

Minding One's Manners

"Excuse me"

The words are spoken quietly and incredulous but Jeongguk flinches violently as if the incubus had screamed them in his face. Taehyung himself is still, body still relaxed on the edge of the bed, body betraying nothing if not for the slight flash of purple in his pretty eyes. If it felt like a heavy pit in his stomach before, now it feels like a punch in the gut with ever acidic word passing his lips. Stop it, just stop, Jeongguk mentally pleads himself but it's almost as if he's watching another Jeongguk from behind a mirror. Watching as his other self moves onto the offensive, armed with sharp words meant to slice deep, all while he watches in misery, screaming and banging bloody fists against the glass.

"There's no way for a human to love a hellion," Jeongguk says, eyes wide with shock as the words continue pouring out. He instinctively wants to slap a hand over his mouth but he can't move, limbs paralyzed as the red haze manifests around Taehyung, pressing tightly to his chest as if to protect his heart from Jeongguk's verbal assault. "You definitely misunderstood me. I love sex and your dick game is bomb so it caught me off guard but after everything you've done to me, how could you possibly think I love you? Such a disgusting and insane thought."

Narrowed purple eyes stare back, hard and cold with hellish fire as an angry low growl vibrates through his body, into his core. "That's a lie, especially with how loud you screamed it last night, pet." Jeongguk swallows hard, taking an involuntary step back when Taehyung stands up. His heart pounds in his chest, body jumping when Taehyung's wings snap aggressively behind them before spreading out to their full intimidating length. The red continues to swirl around the incubus, color now darkening until it's a rusty, dark red, reminding Jeongguk of dried blood.

He's scared. Scared of Taehyung's building aggressiveness that's just waiting to last out. Scared of the way he's unsure of how to read anything but anger on that pretty face, now a cruel mask highlighted by the harsh gaze directed at him. Scared of losing himself as the sweet scent intensifies in the air between them. Scare of how his magic is turning away from him, leaving his soul empty and cold, and his body defenseless against a possible threat. But more than that, Jeongguk's scared of himself. He's never been one to say cruel things. To purposely say vicious words with the intent to maim. Granted Taehyung's not innocent, not even close considering what and who he is.

"Come on," Jeongguk says, putting his arms behind his back and leaning against the wall so the other doesn't see the way they tremble.  "You can't hold me accountable for things said in the heat of the moment. There's no way." At least his voice isn't wavering too much.

"But you did!" Taehyung says, voice almost pleading? But with Jeongguk focusing his energy on willing his brain to listen and shit his mouth, he doesn't notice. The fuck are you still talking?! Shut the fuck up and apologize and maybe you'll come out of this alive. "I didn't imagine it Jeongguk. My blood would have killed you when your soul bound us together. And the only way for a soul to mate is if the feelings are mutual. Completely. Do you understand?"

The second the words reach his ears, Jeongguk shakes his head in refusal, unwilling to believe it. This is ridiculous, regardless of whether there's any truth to what Taehyung's saying. He knows it's true, no matter how much it terrifies him. Even with his magic shying away from him, he can feel a gaping hole in his chest. No, not really a hole. Rather a large doorway acting as a two-way transmitter. One side, the entrance to his soul, emitting a wonderful hazy comfort, like a lover's embrace. The other, like a beacon alluring him, enticing him, beckoning him forward. A sweet lure of fuzzy butterflies and excitement, tempting him to dive head first through the channel and into Taehyung's soul. But he can't, no matter how much he wants to, craves it. He can feel something tug on his soul, feel hope, fear, want, hurt, anger. There are so many emotions coursing through him that he's unsure how much of it is coming from him or Taehyung. It's too much, the feelings and the sensations much too overwhelming to understand.

"No! I don't understand," Jeongguk shouts, composure cracking due to all the confusion floating around in his head. "How am I supposed to understand anything about this? You tell me I should be dead, constantly remind me of how capable you are of destroying me!"