Stranger feelings ✔️

#14

The faint scent of fire and ashes linked in the air, creating a hazy atmosphere.

I could feel the blazing fire by my side as I wriggled towards the soothing warmth. As if all my aching muscles were craving the heat.

Each movement created ripples of pain. It was too much for my comfort. The hard floor beneath the thin fabric that I laid upon was doing no help either.

I could hear the faint sounds of distant night birds chirping and the gluttony fire eating up the firewood. Each breath was burning my lungs. Maybe because of all those chemical smoke that I inhaled.

I couldn't help but open my eyes slightly to stare at the fire. The reddish-orange flames dancing around the fireplace bringing steaming recent memories to my mind.

Where is Taehyung?

That one question was tugging my conscience.

I tried to get up, ignoring the growing pain in my limbs and arms. I hugged my knees and covered my body with the blanket that covered me, looking around in hope for some exit ports.

The room was an extravagant one. With a golden ceiling and pearl white walls. Some heavy antique chandler adorned the ceiling.

Some luxurious furniture was decorating the room, along with some ornamental plants that seemed too fake to be real. All of it creating a royal atmosphere.

"I see that you got up." A voice called out as I heard the tapping of shoes nearing me from behind.

I turned toward the echoing footsteps and was greeted by a good build man suited up in a crisp white tux who was walking towards me.

He halted by the enormous chair in front of me and leaned on it.

He gave off a powerful aura like that of a king. He had long grayish blue hair, some strands loosely falling around his face while some slicked back as if it's tied.

"You must have a lot of questions and I am someone who hates interrogations. So before you start, you two friends, the girl, and her bunny are safe with us. Not here, though. But we couldn't help that little tiger with you. For the first time, I failed something." He walked towards the chair and sat on it, placing his leg above the other.

"Why are you sitting down? Get up," he was undeniably cool compared to me who was having mental fits and motioned towards the sofa was near me.

The soft cushions welcomed me as I stared back at him in obvious obliviousness.

"No, I am not the bad guy that you think I am." He shook his head in disappointment clear on his face.

"I know you will have many questions to ask, but calm your nerves, man. I will not eat you up. Breath!" He gave a slight chuckle as he fixed his cuffs.

Seems like I was right. His hair was tied up in a bun! How long is his hair?

"Ok so here's the deal. I spill out the details of why you are here and you help me with a minor task that I would give you," he raised his eyebrow as he asked.

I remained silent.

"I am permitting you to speak. Please," he motioned his hands in waves.

"Who are you?" I was curious.

"Oh, how antisocial am I? Pardon me. I am Zargon. You don't have to know my surname. It's Sir Zargon for you, anyway." He shrugged his shoulders in a know-it-all manner.

I could say my stance gave off an unbalanced vibe that he had to start over again.

He chuckled as he walked towards the bottle of red wine placed elegantly over the small table by the fireplace. Pouring two glasses of wine and he walked over to me and extended a glass to me.