Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

07.

I was terrified by his growl, by his sharp eyes boring into mine, by his strong tall body trembling in anger, and unknown. He was utterly raged, with some fade sadness I saw just like phantom.

I tried to match with Taehyung's pace to stop him as he just dashed out his room when I tried to sense him the letter.
      His face was burning red with his sharp eyes shaking in discomfort. I surely awakened something when I said that name, Taetae.

I wonder what does that name hold?

“Sir, please listen to me.” I pleaded and walked behind him trying to hold him, but his pace was faster he rushed downstairs and stride out.
     Jimin saw the commotion and stood from sofa with wide eyes—trying to stop his brother without knowing the reason behind this. Jimin and I both gasped when he saw tear slipping out of older's eyes. Seemed like his self was tired to suppress all emotions. His coldness was loosing and bringing all truth straight out of heart. I feel extremely sorry.

    “I'm sorry.” I begged but to vain. He just left out in dark. Jimin ran after him but his brother on horse vanished giving him failure to go behind. 
     Jimin stood there on threshold and looked at me with his brows knitted. “What did you say to him?” he panted out, his voice laced with anger.

   “I just wanted to talk to him about the letter I found today in garden.”

    “What letter?” I removed the letter from my pocket, he stride to me and I  handed him. He attentively looked at letter. His expressions were unexpected—as tear slipped out. He closed his gloomy eyes with taking shaky breath.

      “I told you to enlighten me with your urgency first. Is this your urgency? This senseless peice of writing!?” I opened my mouth but he stopped me. “I told you, you shouldn't pry into our matters. Didn't I? My brother walks on thin thread when comes to his past. He has gone through something terrible that has break his each fiber present, every will of living, which still pains and suffocates him. He hasn't fully recovered from that.” Jimin cried and slumped on sofa. “Jungkook-ssi, hyung is man of misery. That is why I told you before, that don't tease the history. He is on the very edge of completely shatttering, but something keeps him alive, I bet it is hope. A useless hope.” he sobbed.
    
I was complete clueless on what he said. But, I was sorry very much to dig up the grave.
  
    “I'm sorry, but this wasn't expected from you. You brought us a great disappointment.” I knelt before him
and tried to find his eyes. “I didn't pried in fun or having a kick or pleasure in it. Forgive me for being morral-less.” I sat beside him. “Listen to me once, listen to what I have, then you can state your mind on that, but please first just let me keep my mind.” he looked at me after wiping tear.

I took a deep sigh.

     “The night I came here, I was late for I encountered with a man alone on dark road. He looked like he was fretfully running away from someone. He asked me for way to the Arthur town. Looking at his vulnerablity, I helped him to safely reach him.
     He looked in distress and was in trauma because of an accident he met with, he didn't enlighten me on that, but he just said he was very unlucky by accident he had. He looked truamatized.” Jimin focused on me.

“After few days living here. I went for walk in late evening. There on the same road I saw a masked man in desperate need to find someone.
      That maksed man asked me if I  saw a man dressed in white anywhere there. And to my surprise when I met that distress man on first night, he was dressed in all white.” Jimin's eyes unexpectedly widened, as if, as if he knew something. “And than I got the letter this morning in garden. The writer says that he is running away from his captive, and the writer has mentioned that a remarkable habit of raising brow his captive has. And to my surprise the masked man had the same habit of raising brow. So, this makes a sense that the beauty in white is the writer this letter and masked man is after him for ill intentions. ”