Mirinae •미리내• PJM

grey smoldering eyes

[ Your Pov ]

A cold breeze oozing with ice cold dews washes through the heavy curtain of my hair. There is a sudden shift in the air, like a charged live wire left uncovered. Peculiar magnetism suspended in the vacuum of air, drenching every cell of my being. A sudden shudder travels down my back, an impending force clawing inside me to turn around.

Following behind the trails of ferocious abhorrence, my eyes meet translucent silhouettes. The door to the cafeteria is wide open. Walking ahead, like a leader guiding his pack was a tall man with silver hair. A lasting lavender hue streaked its edges, his dragon eyes unwavering. An air of intimidation and power. And authority. His entire existence a smogged mist of pure terror. Right behind him, a much petite man trudged on his footsteps. A deep violet was smothered over his fuzzy hair. The slopping edge of his tired shoulders exuded an impression of lingering boredom. But the sharp slant of his eyes that stayed fixed ahead said otherwise. Always analysing, eagle eyes that saw through facades.

My lungs gasp when they notice two other men enter with charged charisma. A cherry head, with bulging shoulders outlined through the fabric of his grey t-shirt. The rather young contours and adorable smile were a sharp contrast to his manly stature with heavy thighs. He looked like a fighter. But it was the much shorter man beside him who took my breath away. His thick round lips were tugged upwards, a knowing smile stretched across. Draped in a tight black shirt, his cobalt hair mottled with a caliginous aura. Dangerous and sultry, like lust personified.

Like a magnet he drew me closer to him. My eyes transfixed on his persona. The way he walked, with the slight edge of confidence exuding in waves. His fingers that tousled his hair over and over again. Teasing. The group of enchanting men occupy the farthest seats. Far away from where Taehyung and his friends were seated. My neck was completely strained, unable to break free of the spell they had cast over me.

"Who are they?" My lips had betrayed me, slipping off the bubbling curiosity that threatened to drench me in an overflowing trance. The silence that followed my question had somehow caught my attention, and I struggled to look away. Pairs of indignant eyes meet my vision, flushing away the lingering trance I had saturated into. The hopeful eyes of Hoseok steal away as he cranes his neck away, shifting his vision away from me. "Nobody. They're just a group of filthy dogs"

Trembles of terror pebble my skin at the guttural and menacing growl Taehyung had voiced beside me. My head snaps towards him, watching in shock as ice cold hate stays blanketed over his eyes. The edge of his lips clenched together in anger, his fists that dug into his honey tanned skin. A foreign emotion of concern settles over me for a brief moment before Seokjin sighs at his uncanny behaviour. " They're just, not good people. You shouldn't mingle with them Y/N."

I don't miss the slight edge that lingers in Seokjin's voice despite his neutral facial expressions. I'm not exactly sure if I'm supposed to take in Seokjin's advice. There was no doubt those men appeared dangerous, but despite their terrifying existence they did not exude any air of threatening behaviour. They seemed quite detached, and self absorbed. Lowering my eyes on my tray of food, I play around with the small pieces of fruits on my plate.

Taehyung's previous angry stance had gradually shimmered down. Considering the tight tension that was still gripping the people around me, I had decided against probing them further for any information. Soon enough, Ji Soo had cracked a strained jibe making Hoseok clackle in chuckles. The initial lightedness returning to the scene. However, Boo Neoul's piercing gaze remained fixed on my frame for the rest of the lunch.

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I shared my next class with Taehyung and Neoul, much to my dislike. But at least Taehyung's general persona could cut me some slack off Neoul's consistent hate gaze. To be the subject of hate wasn't a new experience for me. I had almost always faced encounters with peers who in search of validation had attempted to hurt me. And I, had always threatened them away with my uncontrolled anger. But not with Neoul.

There was something about her that kept her nerves unaffected by my blazing aura. Almost like she was familiar with the raging fire that burned my blood vessels. In ways incomprehensible, it felt like Neoul drained my anger away. Like her presence sucked me off my energy, feeding over my power. So naturally, by the time lunch had gotten over my eyes were heavy with exhaustion and tired tears.

Taehyung's incoherent chatter faded into my ear drums, as my legs trailed towards the end of the classroom. My feet had almost occupied the window seat when Neoul's frame suddenly barges through my body, instantly settling over the desk. The tips of my fingers burn with uncontrolled heat as I feel warmth course through my flesh. Pricking my nails I'm struggling to control my actions when Neoul daringly scoffs at me.

Hard fingers loop around my arms, dragging me away towards the unoccupied seats in the front. I don't have the time to think before I'm gently pushed inside. The seat beside me is in an instant occupied by Taehyung's beaming face. I cringe at him. He smiles brighter. I huff softly at his dorkiness, a reminiscence of his earlier behaviour drifting through my mind. It feels almost impossible to realise that Taehyung had a few moments ago coiled into a loop of hot burning iron. His currently beaming face almost making me believe that this small figment of memory was nothing more than my own work creation.

Almost. Because it's the familiar charge of air that drifts into the classroom when his face twists into dark contours of shadowed rage. Right behind him my eyes catch a reflection of cherry red and cobalt whisk into my vision. Breaking my previous stream of thought, my eyes automatically glance towards the two men who entered our class. My heartbeat thuds violently as I find myself lost in another pair of black eyes.

Black eyes shining through a translucent grey. Smoldering grey. I can't breathe.