Wings | BTS multi-ship

10. Mistake.

                                                                               A/N

Thank you for the reads, I appreciate every one of them soo much, but you guys are way too quiet out there!

Make some noise, don't be shy!!

A little smutty make out sesh ahead... Ooh la la~

Jungkook never got tired of the places that Taehyung teleported them to, all the places in the world he'd ever wanted to see, and some he hadn't even thought about. He wasn't exhausted, or dizzy, from getting from one country to another faster than any mode of transportation, now or in the future, could ever accomplish. 

His face lit up like a kids at Christmas at every stop they made, surprise and curiosity written all over his features. Smiling in endless wonderment, his large expressive eyes ate up every detail of every breath taking place they went to.

They settled once more, in a place filled with ruins of a once beautiful castle. The weather was a little cooler than their previous port of call, the pyramids of Egypt, but was still pleasantly warm.

"Where are we?" He asked Tae, his eyes scanning the high windowless stone framework.

"Scotland," he answered with a smile. "Castle Varrich, built in the fourteenth century." Watching the smile on Jungkook's face as he walked, his fingers gliding along the rough aged sandstone rock.

"It's beautiful." He whispered scanning the walls in the slowly weakening daylight. Casting his large dark eyes skyward, the ceiling of this castle long since crumbled away, remnants of its existence lay strewn around the stone floor.

"Careful where you walk, we're on the first floor, and the stairs are long lost to the elements." Tae chuckled lightly. Jungkook smiled and adjusted his footing but continued walking around, his hands skimming the stones on the ancient walls as if trying to feel the history of the place in some tangible way. He was getting the familiar itching at the base of his skull, the same one he always encountered when an idea for a game was forming. Something was there but he dismissed it as quickly as it started.

"You were around when this place was built, when people actually lived and worked here," he stated quietly, his voice filled with awe, rubbing the dust between his fingertips as he turned to face the angel. 

"Did- did you help people here?" he asked with a tilt of his head. Suddenly his minds eye conjuring up the beauty dressed in clothing of the era. A white Jacobite shirt with a dark lace-up front,  rich dark tartan swathed his shoulder and across his chest, and finally the flowing kilt encasing his lean hips and long legs. His skin glowing and his caramel hair shining like a halo in the sun. If anyone could pull off the look and make it sexy, then Taehyung undoubtedly could. He swallowed hard and blinked rapidly, refocusing on the moment at hand, the imagery dissipating.

"Yes, I did," he answered, a small furrowing creasing his brow, wondering just what had been on the younger's mind making his features so previously animated. "A beautiful young scullery wench and the son of a very prominent Clan Chieftain if I recall," he continued with a smile, his eyes now alight with the memory.

Scullery wench?  Jungkook snorted softly, his beautiful bunny smile showing.

"And it turned out alright?"

Taehyung answered with an incline of his head, caramel hair moving silkily with the gesture.

"All these centuries, all the people you've helped," he wandered closer to him, "you've never gotten involved with anyone? No one struck you enough to want to be with them?" His large, dark doe eyes stared into his, as Taehyung began to feel that peculiar pull again. "It must be lonely," he whispered softly, coming to a standstill in front of the angel, who was looking a little unnerved if not uneasy.