At this moment it is not merely a quilt, it is a cocoon where this little caterpillar attempts to duck away from the onslaught he endures the moment he takes a step out of his chamber.
Curtains drawn, windows shut, lamps turned off, he purposely renders his room obsidian dark.
It is hard for him to breathe as he is choking on his own tears terrified of the ebony snare he has created for himself, however he is pretty sure it will be harder for him if he let's the luminosity of the moon touch him tonight.
King Lee took a toll on him the moment he gave the pristine celestial body such vulgar metaphor. Solely because he is drawn to the same gender in no way implies that he throws himself at every male his eyes spot.
He has already thrown himself at someone and he has no wish to rectify that.
Speaking of who...
A familiar sound of pebble hitting his window rings in his ears. His eyes brimming with tears only squeeze themselves causing a stream to run down the squished cheeks that are now dusted with a pink hue.
Not keen on reading your satire today, Jungkook.
He drifts himself again to the ugliest line between a dream and a nightmare- his reality. He was too engrossed anew when another similar sound perked up his ears.
However today was not a day he would be lucrative enough in climbing out on the ramp. Might fall down and probably not mind at all.
Two letters, huh? Tomorrow.
His head weighs down on the pillow like heavy rocks on sand and even though the tears only rolled down minutes ago, the ache in his head has been pounding for hours on end.
The third little bang against the glass of the window finally magnified his curiosity enough for him to tilt his head towards the window that he had his back to, surprisingly finding a shadow ghosting behind the closed curtains.
It was less than one tenth of a second within which the quilt was launched across the other corner of the room, and the curtains were flung open.
Stood on the other side was the boy who owns the prince's broken heart, in usual worn out clothes fitting snugly to the athletic built shivering because of the unforeseen rain drops that had decided to bestow upon Arauna as an annexation to the destroyed crops.
His scar was the first thing Taehyung's swollen eyes scamper to, overflown with an undying urge to caress it. Jungkook's eyes were unabashedly taking him in from all that was visible through the glass of the window making the other shrink under the intense peer.
The thief on the other hand could swear that he has begun to feel tipsy drinking in the boy he had been thirsting for. Sure, not while the prince was snivelling and looking doleful over something, however a glint of a thought does pass him by saying how are you always so beautiful?
His allowance for the view was mere seconds as the prince forked turning his back to the theif standing on the unstable ramp.
"Taehyung?"
The chill that tumbled through Taehyung's nerve endings was so strong that it simulated the one he had when he let himself completely bare infront of love.
This was his favorite sound in the world that he may patronage anything for. Anything.
And all Jungkook had done was call out his name?
"P-please go a-away. I.. I s-shall see you s-some other day when-when I am s-slightly more resolute." he was thankful to his tongue for not freezing. Or his brain for devising a sentence. Or his knees for not buckling down despite how weak they suddenly felt.
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The Theft (taekook)
FanfictionJeon Jungkook, the most sly thief of the town, isn't conscious about his ugly half burnt face anymore just accepting that nobody would look beyond it to stay in his life and love him. He plans for the biggest theft of his life. That being one of th...
