As you watched him look away from you, the true expression that he wanted to show couldn’t help but come out. His nose scrunched up and his eyes widened, taking a sip from the glass of water that was in front of him too.

“You can just say if you don’t like it Tae,” you assured him, slightly apprehensive to give it a try yourself after seeing his reaction.

His head shook back across at you as you spoke, not wanting for you to feel bad with Taehyung knowing exactly how much effort you had put into cooking, determined to try and impress him with what you’d come up with.

“Your face is a giveaway,” you then told him, shaking your head as he quickly tried to mask his expression, “you’ve never been able to hide when you’re disgusted by something.”

A lump ran down Taehyung’s throat as he realised how obvious his expression was, smiling weakly as you sunk slightly down in your seat, annoyed more at yourself that you had managed to mess things up.

“It’s alright,” you smiled as Taehyung fell silent, not knowing what to say, “I guess cooking just isn’t a strong point of mine.”

Taehyung’s head shook as he held his hand out for you across the table, “it’s not inedible, but it’s not the best soup that I’ve tasted either. I can see how much heart you put into it though, that’s the main thing.”

“You don’t need to try and make me feel better Tae,” you assured him, “you can just tell me that you don’t like it, you won’t hurt my feelings.”

He couldn’t help but worry that he would though, having seen how excited you were to show him what you had been up to. In your voice too, he could tell how disappointed you were that things hadn’t exactly gone as you’d hoped they would.

“Maybe we can try and make it together next time,” Taehyung suggested as your hand fell into his, “we can see where you’ve gone wrong and try and make it right.”

“I’m sorry,” you hummed, “I’ve probably ruined our date night now, haven’t I? We’ve not even got any food to eat.”

Taehyung head shook once again as he picked his phone out of his back pocket, “there is one thing available that could save the day for us both? You know, I was craving takeout anyway.”

“I’m paying,” you told him, “this is my mistake after all.”

“Nonsense, this is my contribution to date night.”

---

“If the thief isn’t you, then who is it? Everything you’re doing points to you as being the thief!” You reasoned, flinging the blanket off your body and standing by the TV to resume.

Taehyung’s eyes widened; he had probably never seen you so worked up outside the bedroom like this. You watched as he gave names to the staff who was assigned to film him. He smirked, withholding the information from you.

“I think your beard is to distract from the fact that you’re the thief,” you said, playing the scene once more.

He comes up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist; you crane your head to the side to make room, but more so to avoid the water droplets that fell from his hair. He kissed your cheek once, twice, then a third time, his tongue snaking out, his lips capturing the lobe of your ear. You smell his shampoo, you feel the heat of his skin, the way you didn’t care that the shoulder of your shirt was slowly getting soaked from his hair. He managed to make you moan softly but you remembered that you had two more episodes to get through.

“I want to watch!” You complained, though you found yourself leaning against him as his arms tightened around your waist. He relented, but his hand clasped over his wrist, keeping you close.

“The beard kept falling off,” he said shyly, his voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed at the thought of him unable to use his full range of expressions as the glue wasn’t strong enough. On the screen was Taehyung himself, the wispy beard that he had attached to his chin stuck out like wiry tendrils.

“How come it has white hair?” You asked, bringing your hand up to cradle his head. You pushed your fingers into the wet tendrils. Above the costume headband, his light brown locks flowed through. You felt the deep echo of his laugh, making your skin vibrate. On the screen, Jimin was scooping up flowers off the ground; there were already numerous stems wedged in the belt of his hanbok.

“I asked for it, but I’ll end up taking it off, watch,” he replied, leaning his weight onto you even more. In the next scene was what he said, albeit with Jimin's help, who peeled it off in one swift movement.

“The tape hurt slightly when he ripped it,” he said, putting on that voice he uses when he was acting cute. You brought your hand down so it covered his bracelets, you feel his slim bracelets as you ran your finger over them.

“Look! There’s a hint!” You said excitedly, bouncing on your heels, jerking his head up from the space on your shoulder.

Taehyung pressed his chest against your back and looked at the TV, his arms still secure over your waist while his fingers teased the strings on your shorts. You tilted your head to try and look at him as best as you can. Taehyung hadn't said anything as you both watched him meander on the screen, getting distracted by everything else apart from the task at hand.

"It's you, isn't it?” You accused, pushing your fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands gently. He shook his head as best as he could, his hums tickling your neck. You squirmed through your laughter.

"It's not me," he replied, kissing along the column of exposed skin until his tongue licked your earlobe, earning a soft gasp from your lips. You were meant to pay attention to reply but this time, he had succeeded in distracting you, so you turned to face him, meeting his playful smirk.

“I still think it’s you.”

He winked at you, backing himself through and through.

“You’ll see.”

-

After watching the next two episodes, your conviction waned.

It turns out that Yoongi and Jin were the thieves and Taehyung had the pleasure of watching you go through the rollercoaster of emotions. The pin dropped as you witnessed him and Jungkook desperately trying to defend themselves against the numerous accusations hurled at them. That and gauging that Yoongi was one of them just by his expressions.

“Do you believe me now?” Taehyung asked.

You only had a moment to catch your breath before his lips capture yours, the slip of his tongue in your mouth stealing your words as you moaned. One of his hands cradle the back of your head, his other arm curling around your waist, keeping you flush against him so tightly that he pushed your breath from your lungs. You could barely think, let alone answer, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

“Why did you spend time playing with a cat?” You asked, breaking from him embrace so you could back up to the kitchen island. Taehyung puffed his cheeks, feigning hurt.

“Is that a crime?” He asked, diving into you, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, his thigh coming between your legs, the hard muscle being a welcomed relief against your aching core.

“I should have known,” you sighed, pulling his shirt over his head, his dark locks springing up as he broke the kiss, but he leans onto you, backing you up till the edge of the island dug into your lower back.

He deepens the kiss and all you could think about was how good his lips felt against yours, and the way you brought out his small groans. His hands skim down only to bunch your shirt, tugging it up along with your bra. You gasp as he dove down, his lips softly biting your hardened nipple, his tongue sweeping over it, making your eyes flutter close as you arched your back, trying to close the distance. You feel his touch all the way to your core. Wedged between him and kitchen island, you watched as his tongue flicks over your nipple, your pussy so wet, your clit throbbing that you rock your hips over his thigh over and over. You couldn’t even breathe since he was relentless, you hold onto him, your body practically shaking as the pleasure coils until it snaps, and you cry out.

Taehyung pulls away, looking at you, smug. You shuddered.

“Did you just cum?”

You nod, still in shock. His eyebrows raise, his lips so close to the sensitive nub, making you squirm. Your mouth seemed dry as you tried to swallow.

“You like that I did that?” He asked. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and his rhetorical questions.

“I like it when you kiss me anywhere,” you replied, trying to steady your voice despite his thigh edging upwards.

Taehyung pulls back, his touch leaving you for a moment holding your gaze as he forcefully yanked your shorts down. But he carries on going down to his knees as he directed his gaze on your soaked underwear, his hand skimming the inside of your thighs only to part them. You tremble from the attention.

Fuck.

The sight of Taehyung on his knees in front of you made goosebumps erupt all over, your breath hitches, and his fingers hook on the sides of your underwear, tugging it down, exposing you. He holds your gaze as he rises, his breathing shallow as he whips you around. You place your hands on the cool surface of the island, bracing yourself as you hear the familiar sound of a foil packet being ripped between his teeth. You found yourself shaking, so turned on that you hung your head, trying to steady your breathing.

You arch your back, you wiggle your hips for him, widening your legs. As you look over your shoulder, you see Taehyung pushing his shorts down, tugging at the condom, lining the head up your sodden folds. You hum, urging him. You feel his hand around your neck and your hands lift, straightening yourself briefly as his cock sank into you, his other hand grips your hip, you shiver as you spasm around him.

“Ah, shit,” he gasped, settling so deep inside you, his hand over your neck tightening, the air filtering past your lips, the blood rushing to your head, your pulse throbbing against your neck. You splay your fingers on the marbled surface, you close your eyes, you wait as he pulls back only to drive his cock forward. He wastes no time with his bruising grip on your hip and his practiced hold on your neck keeping you right where he wants you. The stool next to you was low enough so that you could rest your left knee on top, you lean forward, you change the angle, his hand leaves your neck, the blood filters back everywhere, your thoughts scatter as he fucks you, his hands on your waist, your shirt falling.

“Oh f-fuck, T-taehyung,” you moaned, his hands reaching up to cup your breast, the other dips to rub your clit.

His lips come by your ear, panting and grunting, deep reverberations combined with his wandering hands has you melting. He says your name, so breathless, so fucking hot that you whimpered. His cock rams into, punishing and brutal, it’s like you’re being split in two as your bodies continue to meet, again and again. Your toes curl, your muscles protest, you feel your orgasm cresting, the pad of his fingers rubbing your swollen clit that juices slip past, coating his balls and your inner thighs.

You look over your shoulder, you see his snarl, the way he can’t be lured away from the way your pussy takes his cock, over and over, the obscene noises of your bodes connecting echoing in the walls of his kitchen. His hands plant themselves back on your hips, his grip so firm that the tops of your thighs stung from constantly hitting the edge of the island. You ignore the dull ache because you’re so close, it feels so fucking good that you screw your eyes shut, you darken your vision as you back up, using the island for leverage. Taehyung growls your name, grabbing onto the base of your neck in one, rough move. Fire spreads all over, from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“Just like that, fuck, mm,” you moaned out as Taehyung pounded into you so hard that you’re robbed of all coherencies. He surges forward, his cock feels so fucking good that you whined as you came, spasming around him with such force that his growl becomes muffled against the skin of your back. Your orgasm tears through you like nothing, your fingers trying to find purchase on the hard surface but to no avail. You lower yourself down, your cheek against the cool marble, your pussy twitching over his throbbing cock, as you arch your back, his hips still jerking into you. Taehyung was breathing hard, just as spent as you. He leans down, kissing your temple as you shiver, his hands gliding under your shirt, up your back.

“You know I was just teasing, right? I knew it wasn’t you,” you said, a smile finding its way on your lips. He laughed, sounding like music to your ears.

“Yeah right.”

-

The water runs down, hitting the floors, making clouds of steam to rise only to condense on the glass walls. Though, no one was under it.

“What did you do for this episode?” You asked, or rather, moaned, since Taehyung, on his knees, had you backed up against the wall, his hands spreading your thighs, his mouth hovering over your pussy.

“We had to decorate a room,” he said in an even tone before his tongue licked your clit, making you pitch forward slightly. The feeling of pleasure mixed with the thoughts of wanting to know why he came back with yellow paint flecked all over his arms.

“Which team won, ah,” you sighed.

He doesn’t answer because he sucks on your clit, lapping you up as if you were his last meal, forcing whimpers to slip past your lips, echoing in the shower. Your fingers found their way to his hair, you tug at the wet strands as you feel his bracelets against your skin, the layered beads and strings impressing grooves. You squirmed, rocking your hips, your head against the wall, almost on your tip toes as Taehyung licked along your pussy, swirling his tongue so expertly over your swollen nub, drunk over your taste. His hand presses against your lower stomach so that you down curl forward, toppling you both. He leans back, his tongue making a slow drag along your pussy, kissing your inner thighs, nibbling the soft flesh until you whined.

“Jimin’s team,” he replied, curving his arms around your legs, his hands kneading your ass and holding you still as you arch off the wall, his tongue flicking against your clit, tearing a gasp from your lips.

Your hands slam against the wall in a wet slap, your fingers desperately curling on the hard surface. He keeps going, going until you’re panting, so close to coming apart that your moans echo in the space, the water continuing to cascade down in full pelt. Taehyung pushes his face, fucking you with his tongue, shoving the wet muscle into your pussy only to sweep it up to circle your clit. You weren’t religious but you thanked god anyway. He keeps his head buried between your thighs, the shower becomes so hot that your thoughts spin, they spin until your body tightens, your orgasm blooming, forcing a cry that resounded throughout the space. You inhaled sharply, humming as you rock your hips, Taehyung’s nose rubbing along your pussy as your juices pulsed past your pussy. His greedy mouth took it all, lapping it up in quick licks till you grab a fistful of his hair because you feared that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up if he carried on. He relents after sucking your clit once last time, your knees wobbling as you find yourself on the floor, pushing him to stand up, but not before shutting the water off.

Fuck. He looks so fucking hot where you were on your knees, the only direction your eyes going to was up so you could appreciate his cock. He doesn’t wipe your arousal from his mouth or chin, and it glistens due to the lights above. You sit up, going for his cock, taking it in your mouth while your hands reaching up, nails dragging down his front, only pressing lightly to not mark him. He groans, his hands circling your wrists as he thrusts into your mouth. Your nails dig deeper, but you stop yourself. He looks down at you, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes mischievous.

“Do it.”

You raised your eyebrows, his cock nestled nicely in your mouth, your throat spasming briefly. He squeezes your wrists, his thumbs running over your skin. His command sounds clearer now that the sound of the water has stopped.

“Do it. It’s fine,” he pants, his tongue pressing on the side of his top lip.

You rock your head, leaning back so that your lips settle on the hot, angry tip of his cock. The pre-cum dribbles as you drew out a moan from him. It wouldn’t take much for him to cum and the thought made you rub your thighs together. His eyes narrow since you hadn’t moved your hands. Not that you needed reassurance, you wanted to scratch him up as much as he did but his stomach wasn’t the most discreet place. After all, he did wear loose tops and shirts that could easily lift when he danced and everything is filmed in 4K nowadays, so nothing would go amiss.

Nevertheless, you aimed to please.

So, as you took him in deeper with your mouth, your jaw relaxed while you dug your nails down, dragging them with more force as his cock got swallowed, your saliva coating him in thick waves. His tan skin now painted with red lines, the inflamed surface raising as you marked him. He thew his head back, gripping your arms now with more force, using that to fuck your face as the air left your lungs.

“Fuck, fuck,” he rasped, his voice booming across the space, bouncing off the dampened walls, so much so that you feel it right in your core.

You pulled back, inhale sharply through your nose, and dove back down, taking him in so deep that the sound that left him was almost inhumane. It was that rich bass that came from the back of his throat, ending in a growl that found its way right to your pussy. He sighed your name, thrusting briefly, letting you do what you liked, your tongue flattening against his length, using the same motion on the tip. When you looked up, you find him staring down at you, his gaze so zeroed in, his blown-out pupils visible, and something else, something carnal. You could see the pulse in his throat as you titled your head, sucking expertly along his cock, the taste of him, slightly salty but all him. You could never get enough. Your nails go back up, marking him thoroughly, going over the fresh tracks, earring a growl as Taehyung thrusted more abruptly.

“Mmpfh!”

It was more of a gurgled yelp as you leant back, released his cock with a lewd pop, his hands weakening over your wrists. You used that you wound them back, gripping his ass, marking him there too, feeling thrilled at how he fell apart underneath your control.

“Shit... ah, how the fuck are you so good?” He asked, his voice raw from holding himself back.

You make it all the way down, foregoing air, down till you reach the base, making him emit a low groan, his hands settled at the back of your head. Fuck. It felt so fucking good to hear him, his curses, knowing that you were the cause. You moved your head, back and forth in this frenzied rhythm, raring to go as your juices dripped down. Taehyung gasped above you, his grip on your hair tightening, the delicious pressure that enabled you to tighten your throat. You watched him lose it as he came with your name tumbling past his lips in a snarl followed by several expletives. You swallow it all, the taste of him filling your senses, the salty musk pooling in your mouth as you pulled back, gasping, feeling lightheaded and sated, only to settle your lips on the hot tip, your tongue giving teasing, kitten licks till he shuddered.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his breathing exaggerated, looking down at you in awe as his cum and your saliva dripped down from your lips to your chin. You pushed your tits up, catching the slippery slick, wiggling your hips at the same time. You stand as he clasped your chin, kissing you hungrily, his teeth nipping your bottom lip till you moaned. You placed your palm over the marks, which were warmer than the rest of his skin.

“You’re gonna get into so much trouble,” you murmured, your light touch making him hiss. He kissed your forehead, somewhat sagging onto you as he recovered.

“Fuck it. No one could say no to what you just did,” he replied, prompting you to laugh.

-

It was late but not late enough to clock out. You were at your place, sat crossed legged on the floor, a familiar position when you were swamped with work. When you were in the zone, it took little to rouse your attention. But that didn’t stop others from trying, specifically your boyfriend, Taehyung, who was cooking up a storm in your kitchen. If he was being patient, he wasn’t doing a great job as every action he did on the counter was followed by a question.

“What does AFG mean?” He asked. You corrected a vacant cell on the spreadsheet, your brows furrowing at the mismatched data.

“All fried chicken,” you replied.

“You knew that?” He asked, sounding shocked. You glanced at him as he was cutting the crusts off two pieces of bread. You shrugged as you drafted an email to an intern assigned to you.

“What about GMYA?” He asked, followed by the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board.

“Give me your address,” you replied, sending the email.

“Okay… um, how about ‘OYKF.’”

You take a moment to answer not because you didn’t know but because your email bounced back.

“I knew that you -”

“Oh! You know fun?” You said, slamming your fingers down the keys.

“What?”

You turned to Taehyung, his mouth full of bread and jam.

“And there’s another one - ‘OYKYF.’ It means ‘Oh! You know your food?’ It’s all about the tone and inflection,” you informed, resuming your typing as you found better footing with what you needed to correct.

“TLR!” He said, or rather shouted with an enthusiasm of someone reading out numbers for bingo. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your head so that you face him so you could see his face as you delivered the right answer.

"It’s Taking Lunch Recommendations - wait, what is this about?” You asked, wanting to understand why he was so hung up on deciphering slang words. Taehyung puffed his cheeks, his lips pressing into a line. You tilted your head, waiting for an answer.

“Remember that time when I went away for one night? I was at the Josun Palace Hotel,” he began.

You nodded, remembering that it had something to do with a ‘staycation.’ Then you realised that guessing the slang must have been a game they took part in. The episode was scheduled to air next week. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips as Taehyung avoided your gaze.

“Please tell me that you at least scored a point,” you said. He swiftly turned to rinse a plate, his shoulders slumping. You chuckled, going back to your work.

“At least I didn’t come last.”

-

“Come here,” Taehyung says.

He was sat on the edge of your bed as you approached him but hung back, just a few inches. He cups the back of your thighs, tugging you towards him, his chin resting on your lower stomach while your hands plant themselves on his shoulders.

“We’re filming in the SOOP again,” he murmured, though muffled since he had pressed his lips to your shirt.

“Whereabouts?”

“It’s at a new location, and now, we have merch,” he said, leaning back so he could reach behind him to the giant paper bag that was placed in the middle of the bed.

Oh. So that’s what that bag was for.

He placed that on his lap as you parted and produced a lilac hoodie and a black shirt with rounded designs. But the thing that got your attention was a green blob. After placing the clothes to the side, he lifted it from the bag and revealed something that looked like a moss green gumdrop with white, dotted eyes and stumpy legs. You cooed, taking it in your hands.

“Is that -”

“It’s called Soopy,” he replied, laughing slightly at the name. You brought it up so you could see it better. It stared back at you as you nuzzled it back in your arms. You were silently grateful since it was something you could afford. Not like the previous gifts he got you, which included a necklace with a diamond pendant worth at least eight pay checks and your car. You tried to refuse but, in the end, he had managed to clasp it around your neck, where it now sits, catching the light.

“That’s so cute,” you admitted.

“I know, that’s why I got you one,” he replied. As you hugged it close, you smelled Taehyung’s perfume on it.

“This Soopy smells like you.”

He buried his face in your shirt, wrapping his arms around you and Soopy.

“I’ll be leaving for a couple of days soon,” he grumbled. You tried not to sigh since the separation was part of his job. You should be used to it by now.

“For how long?” You asked, your fingers threading themselves in his soft, brown locks. He hummed, his voice causing your skin to vibrate.

“Might be six days,” he replied, nuzzling into you, holding you tightly.

You hate that number.

“Hm. At least I have Soopy to keep me company,” you said, though you placed him on the side while Taehyung’s hands slide up the backs of your thighs, his fingers finding the waistband of your shorts, hooking then pulling.

“It’s going to be torture for me,” he said, his teeth finding the string of your shorts, a mere tug caused it to fall apart. Your heartbeat escalated, hammering away at your ribcage, already embarrassingly wet, soaking your underwear. You squeeze his shoulders with your fingers, sinking onto the firm muscle through his shirt.

“I’ll be the same too,” you replied, letting him remove your shorts till it pools at your feet, along with your underwear.

You close your eyes, trying to keep still as he lifts your shirt, kissing the exposed skin above your navel. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue draws patterns. His hands slide up, up till you straddle him, your bare pussy over his clothed cock. You ground your hips down, spreading the slick, your lips hovering over his. He adjusts you, his hands over your thighs, spreading them, then cupping your ass, pulling you flush against his body. You gasp, the ridges of his clothes grazing your clit. You plant a soft kiss against his lips, you feel his smile. His hands settle on your lower back only to grasp your shirt and flip you over. Soopy rolls to the ground rather unceremoniously. Taehyung bends over you while he tosses his shirt to the floor. It covers Soopy.

“Soopy isn’t getting a very nice welcome,” you laugh, slipping out of your own shirt.

“Soopy shouldn’t be watching anyway,” he replied, causing you to erupt in laughter.

He smiles but it melts as he bit his lip at the sight of your naked body, you spread your legs wide as you lift them towards you, bending yourself in half, presenting yourself for him. He groans as you flex your pussy, so wet and aching for him. You see him dig in his pocket for something and you chuckle as he finds it, shoving his shorts down and tearing the foil so he could roll the condom over his cock. He reunites with you, his lips finding yours as you moaned against his mouth, his cock stretching you out.

“Mm, fuck… Taehyung,” you sighed, sweeping your hands over his back, settling on his neck as he begins to thrust inside you. He groans and you feel your pussy spasm around his cock, so close despite it just beginning.

“Keep your phone off silent. I’m calling you every night,” he mumbles, lifting his hips only to slam back down, tearing a cry from your lips. You hold onto to him as he goes deeper and harder, as if you couldn’t get any closer to each other.

“When did I not?” You moaned, grabbing onto the hair that covered the nape of his neck.

He doesn’t answer because he knew you were right, so he moans in your mouth, his hands everywhere, pressing you down, kneading your tits, you practically vibrate against him because it was so good. He was already tense under your touch, and you knew you were tight, especially when your legs are pressed together and over his shoulders. His lips meet yours, in this messy kiss that had your tongues shoving against each other, making everything heavy and hot. Your moans and gasps fill the air, your skin erupting in a fine sheen of sweat, Taehyung’s grunting every possible expletive, Fuck, that’s it. Fuck! Shit, how the fuck are you so fucking tight, he growled, pounding into you so hard that you paw against his skin. You lick your tongue over his bottom lip, sucking it, forcing a low groan from his throat.

“T-taehyung, oh fuck!” You cried, arching into him, lifting from the bed, your hips tipping down as he raised himself up, his hands finding themselves on your waist.

He thrusts into you, overcome with the need to go harder, deeper, faster, so much so that you fist the sheets below, closing your eyes as you got lost in him. You feel the pad of his thumb rub your clit and you come apart, your pussy tightening around him so forcefully that he comes back towards you, muffling your growing moans as you gushed around him. You knew he was close, your heart hammering so hard in your chest that you wanted him to cum so bad, you whine from the sensitivity, your voice petering back into silence as you throw your head back onto the mattress.

“Fuck…Fuck!”

Taehyung plunges deep, stilling as he came, his drawn-out groan sending aftershocks as you trembled from how his cock throbbed inside your pussy, a small orgasm coursing through you making you whimper. He kisses you once more, his hums doing nothing to temper the roar in your ears as you stay high, your legs like water as he leaned on you briefly. After a while, still connected, he nudges his nose against yours.

“I mean it. I’m calling every night.”

You kissed him back.

“With video?”

He laughed, reaching down to squeeze your ass.

“Whatever you want.”

Other drabbles (m)

Washing machine | Shower | Reward | Alarm

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The first time was while the two of you were watching some random action movie. It was getting close to the end of the film when you dozed off, your body naturally slumping onto Taehyung. He didn't give it much thought, after all why would he? That was until he felt your arms wrap around him and your head nuzzle into his neck a couple of moments later.

How was it that such a simple, and possibly even absentminded, action caused his heart to race a mile a minute. Tae looked down and there you were, sound asleep with your head resting in a semi-comfortable position. A few strands of hair were out of place and your lips parted as soft puffs of air flowed in and out of them in a calming rhythm. And for a brief moment, that was all he heard, all he saw. Movie long forgotten by now, Taehyung reached over to the nightstand as cautiously as humanly possible to grab the remote and turned off the TV, the room being filled with darkness.

He laid there that night awake for longer than he probably should have been. He simply watched you as you slept, admiring the way your chest rose and fell. Without realizing it, Tae's arms wrapped around you, your cuddly nature activating his own.

Taehyung recognized from the second night that you cuddled in your sleep. As a sleep cuddler himself, he knew that when you grabbed the extra pillow before sleeping, you were trying to prevent exactly what was happening right now. Oh, how happy he was that you slipped up that night. Of course, in the morning, he woke up before you. Though he wished to stay that close to you for a moment longer, he untangled himself from your hold, not wanting to startle you when you woke up.

You have no idea those events occurred that night, besides it being one of the best nights sleep you've had in a while.

---

Unfortunately for Taehyung, you haven't had that happen much after. Only about twice outside of tonight. If he was being honest, he's thought about hiding the pillows just so you'd cuddle him instead, but he'd never sacrifice your comfort for his selfish wants. He assumes it's something you're probably embarrassed about.

But he really did love it so much. He loved the weight of your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around his waist and clinging onto his nighttime t-shirt. How could one human being look so peaceful and beautiful at the same time? It should be illegal if you asked him. No one should have the kind of power you hold over him, but you do.

It's not just when you're asleep however. Even when you're awake, he finds himself just staring at you. Not in a creepy way, more in admiration, lost in thought as he watches you concentrate on whatever it was you were doing. His heart starts to race and his stomach ties in so many knots its almost impossible for him to deny the fact he has a blooming crush on you. He has for a while now.

But who was he to try and ruin this good thing you two already have? Just having you as a friend rather than try something new and mess everything up was a small price he was willing to pay if it meant he can guarantee having you in his life.

So he will remain content with this accidental cuddles you give him every now and then. But as he tenderly kisses your head, the smile you give him as you slept gives him a small hope that one day he can be more than what you two are now.

Another loud bang.

This time, you felt your heart rate raise a little as you watched as your father motioned to a knight near him and spoke to him as few knights slipped out of the many doors in the room. The man next to you seeming more alert than before though you were more preoccupied with the look in your father’s eyes. He looked put together but his eyes held the one thing you never thought you’d see in them. Fear.

A third one.

With the sound of that one, the room fell into chaos. The doors flung open, splinters and chunks of wood scattering into the air from the brute force of the entry. Unknown figures entered through the destruction armed and ready to attack any and all.

You watched as the men that were attending the ball unsheathed their weapons and jumped into the mess of intruders to help the many knights who have been overwhelmed. The man whom you had been dancing with had left you alone amongst the scared guests.

The whole room was filled with the clanking of metal and yelling, but it was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat as your adrenaline took over. You realized you were in the open and maneuvered your way toward one of the many columns scatter throughout the room. Once behind it and in cover, you let out a shaky breath you had no idea you had been holding.

You peaked around the pillar; your eyes scanned the room for your father. You noticed him on his feet, fighting against some man who you assumed had entered with the intruders. Deciding to try to make it to him, you searched the rest of the room.

Your eyes only met destruction and bodies; some being the enemy and some your own people. Your eyes even found the image of a small child crying into the chest of his mother who laid on the floor covered in her own blood and unmoving. You leaned your head back against the pillar trying to erase the image to no avail.

With an uneasy breath, you started to head toward your father. You eyed the hand of a dead body as you moved through the chaos, grabbing the dagger from his lifeless fingertips. Once in hand you grasped the hilt, not noticing your knuckles turning a shade of white from the amount of force you gripped it with.

You took a step backwards to avoid a scuffle that was coming from your left, causing you to trip over some debris. You kicked yourself back against the wall as you tried to avoid being the next person lying on the ground in a pool of their own blood. The knight fought against the other man, neither aware you were even there.

You stood back up looking for your father once again. You found him mid fight with the same intruder as before. Closer now, he noticed you were still in the room. He locked eyes with you, which seemed to be all the distraction the other man needed. The blade was shoved dead in the middle of the king’s chest and his eyes grew wide and he grasped at the sword. Once out of his chest, your father fell to his knees and then to the ground.

Your whole world shifted as you felt the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision. Amongst the terrified screams and fighting, your own gut-wrenching scream could barely be heard. Instead of falling to your own knees like you wished you could, you fought against the feeling of your lungs collapsing as you gasped for air; having it knocked out of you from the metaphorical blow.

You started to make your way toward his body when multiple of the heavily armor-clad trespassers noticed you. You couldn’t hear what the one yelled over your still coursing heartbreak, but they started moving in on you. That’s when you took one final look at your father and ran.

You hopped over the heaps of bodies that now scattered the room and ran out one of the broken doors, barely avoiding the swing of a blade that ran astray from a battle you pasted by. Once out of the main room, you found the fight was still going on in the halls as well.

You desperately looked for a way to escape. Deciding the left was arguably safer, you hurried down the corridor. You rounded the corner, knowing there was a passage a few halls further that exited out into the garden where you could hopefully find shelter. You felt two hands grab you and you weren’t entirely sure if he had come from in front of you or behind. Pinned to the wall, you tried fighting him off. You shook your arm free and, with dagger still in hand, you thrusted it between his helmet and chest plate. His eyes grew wide as he released you, choking on his own blood.

You stood frozen, eyes looking between the man now on the floor gasping for air and your own hand now soaked in red. Just as quick as you froze, you were brought back into reality. You switched the blade into your other hand as you wiped the blood off your hand onto your dress which had already been ruined.

It felt like hours before you made it to the passage that lead outside but, it had only been mere minutes. Opening the door, you sucked in a breath of fresh air; something you felt you had been deprived of for too long. You leaned against the now closed door. The newfound silence only broken by your staggered breathing and the sound of your kingdom aflame in the distance.

You heard a conversation in the distance, it not being loud enough to understand. You hoped the dark of night would conceal you from those who you didn’t want to see you. Your breath hitched as you heard the voices come nearer. You had gotten so far, and it wouldn’t mean anything if you were caught. You decided to risk it.

You ran for the hedges, hearing the men now hurrying toward you. You were almost to shelter. Almost. But your foot landed on an uneven patch of ground, causing your ankle to twist and you to tumble down to the ground. On impact, the dagger flew from your hand. You searched the ground for it, but it was too late.

You felt your heart leave your chest as two men grabbed your arms pulling you up from the ground. Kicking, you tried fighting against them, but their strength was too much for you. You didn’t give up, even if it was a useless task.

You were pulled back into the building, which was oddly quiet. It only confirmed the worst, that your kingdom had now fallen. You assumed whoever wasn’t dead was taken as prisoner. The halls became familiar as they tracked back the way you came to the grand chamber.

Once there, your eyes landed on the mass of bodies being moved into a pile at the end of the room. Then they found your own father’s. He was surrounded by a few men, one obviously the king of the intruders and the other, you could only see the back of.

“Your majesty, we found her fleeing. If I’m not mistaken, this is indeed the princess.” One of the men holding you hostage announced.

but to disgrace your father and irritate you. Angered, you demanded they let you go and continued to do so, hoping annoying the poor men would work.

“What would you like us to do with her, sir?” The other asked.

“Shut her up, will you?” He asked, exhaustion dripping from his voice.

You saw the man next to you raise the hilt of his sword and swing it down at you. You couldn’t say what happened next because you in fact had no idea because your whole world went black.

When you woke, you expected to be laying in your bed under your duvet. The hard surface you found yourself laying on was not your bed and it was a rough reminder of the events that took place before you were knocked unconscious.

You opened your eyes being met with the sight of the dirt floor. Pushing yourself up off the ground, you groaned as the pain in your head increased with the new position you now sat in. Your dress was dirty and ripped around the bottom. You weren’t sure if it happened while you were running or when they dragged your unconscious body to where it is now. You noticed the blood you wiped off your hands had darkened as it dried into the fabric of the skirt.

Slightly disoriented, you looked around trying to focus on anything other than your ruined dress and the pounding of your head. You made out an old wooden bench that probably would fall apart if too much pressure was put onto it. Above that, a small window. There was barely any light flowing through but enough for you to determine that it was early morning. Turning your head the other way, your eyes focused on the metal barring you within the small room.

You pulled yourself onto your feet only to trip from the rush of pressure that went to your head. You gripped the bench and pulled yourself onto it hoping that it wouldn’t buckle from the weight. Once sitting on it you leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes. Your vision still blurring in and out whenever you concentrated to hard on something, you hoped closing them would relieve some pain.

Your mind flashed back to your last conscious memory. The image of your father on the floor and the man standing over him looking at him like he was just some pest that finally got what was coming to him. And then, you were locked away in your own dungeon. You had never really ventured to the castles personal prison on your own accord, so you had no idea what it looked like until now. The only confirmation that you were still within the walls of your home was the residual smell of smoke from the town that was burning the night before.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you let your body fall sideway until you laid on the bench. You didn’t even try to hide your cries, for no one was around to hear you. The impact of your world exploding seeming to be too much to handle and the only thing your mind knew to do was send droplets out of your eyes and sobs from your chest. The only sound to comfort you being the echo of your own cries in the empty dungeon.

What you noticed while you were in your own personal hell that time seemed to blend together. You seemed to wake and sleep whenever your body wanted you to. The only indication of time you had was the little bit of outside you saw through the window. Even then, you weren’t sure exactly how long you’d been locked up. If you had to guess, you would say you were there for maybe a week at the most. The only interaction you had with anyone was limited to the guards bringing you food. Other than that, it was just you alone with your thoughts.

It gave you time to grieve the loss of your life and what you had always known. You spent the first few days crying, having the only words of wisdom being the guards telling you to shut it whenever they decided it seemed fit to feed you. You cried less, though you felt like the hole in your chest would never be filled. You had never gotten to say goodbye and that broke open healing wounds whenever the thought crossed your mind.

You were sitting, staring at the bars from the bench when you heard someone entering the area. You perked up, confused. This was too close to the last time you were fed; it didn’t seem right.

You watched as a figure found its way in front of your cell. From what you observed, he had no idea you sat a mere few feet away. The lantern he held in his hand lighting what the small window of your cell didn’t reach. The back of him looking oddly familiar, but you knew you had no clue who this was or why they were amongst the prisoners of the castle.

You stood, curious of the man. You studied him as he searched the area, finding an old wooden chair. He kicked it into the corner farthest from the cells before setting the lantern town next to it. He proceeded to then sit in it, resting his hands on his legs. His eyes focused on the ground.

You reached the outer wall of your enclosure, lacing your hand through one of the bars as you peered through it in his direction. He seemed almost as if he was overwhelmed or tired; maybe both.

“You seem down,” You croak out, surprised your voice didn’t fail you. You didn’t think it would fail you because you were afraid but because of its lack of use.

His head slowly lifted, reaching your eyes for the first time since his presence was known. Your breath hitched just from the intensity of his glare. His dark locks fell around his face in waves resting right above his eyes, casting a shadow onto them. His head turned to the side ever so slightly as he examined you from the distance.

“I am,” He spoke; his voice as deep as the glare he still held on you.

For a moment, you let the silence take over. His eyes never broke off of you as his words sunk into your being. It wasn’t much of a reply, but it was a reply. It was more of a response than you’ve gotten within days.

You swallowed trying to wet your throat before speaking again, “I didn’t expect you to respond. No one does.”

His eyes didn’t waver away from you as he took in your words. Another silence set in but now that it had been broken, it seemed so much heavier than before. Part of you wondered what could possibly be going through his mind as he stared so intently in your direction, though you knew better than to ask. So, instead, you waited for a response if there would be one.

“Well, surprise.” He said, leaning back.

He rested his upper half against the back of the wooden chair, his body finding a more relaxed position. Even then, his eyes still held on you. For the first time in days, you wondered what condition you were truly in. You assumed you were full of mud, possibly bloody and bruised. You felt exhausted and you knew your face showed it. Not once did your appearance come to mind, but under his intense stare, it was a passing thought you couldn’t shake.

Still unsure if you had full trust in your voice, you cleared it before hesitantly adding to the very short conversation, “Why are you down?”

He didn’t seem to hear you, or well, he chose not to acknowledge your question because he didn’t attempt to reply. You couldn’t quite blame him for his lack in communication. If the roles had been reversed, and you found yourself on the outside looking in, you probably wouldn’t have even batted an eye in your direction.

You let out a quiet sigh, knowing full well whatever socialization you had been gifted had come to an end. Even so, you were oddly satisfied that someone had given you the time of day. It might have been the bare minimum, but it wasn’t nothing. For that you were grateful.

You pushed yourself off of the bars of the cell, letting your hand drop from the one you were grasping.

“Is that dried blood?”

Shocked from his question, you looked down at where you had wiped the mess that had been on your hands days prior. You had almost forgotten about the stain adhered to the fabric you had been wearing, but without a doubt when you looked back down there it was.

You leaned back forward to look at him through the gaps between the bars. He was still looking in your direction, though his eyes seemed to soften as he waited for a response.

“Yeah,” You let out a shaky breath. Memories of that man pinning you against the wall flooded back to the front of your mind. You felt your w burn as you fought the tears, “Yeah, it’s dried blood.”

Silence fell again, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme within the conversation, though this time you weren’t yearning for it to continue. You looked away from him and blinked, hoping the brimming tears wouldn’t cascade down. It was quiet enough you could make out the sound of faint footsteps getting closer to your own cell. You pushed off the door again, this time actually making it to the only seating within room.

You could tell he too could hear the footsteps. He sighed, standing up from his sitting position. He then gripped the lantern that had been comfortably sitting next to his feet the whole time. Just as he did so, a guard rounded the corner, food in hand. You assumed the food was for you.

A peak out the small window of your cell told you more time had passed that you expected, and that it very may well have been time for them to bring you food.

Taken aback by another figure, the guard halted. The unknown man nodded at him in recognition.

“Ah, we have been searching for you,” The guard announced, “The king is in need of your presence, sir.”

You watched as the gentleness in his eyes he had shown you moments before disappeared, only to be replaced with the same tired look he held when he first sat down in the chair. You felt bad for him even though you were the one imprisoned. You wondered if him wandering the prisoners ward was him escaping whatever thing was wearing him thin.

“I’m always needed,” He sighed but still proceeded to maneuver around the guard before disappearing the way he had come.

The guard shook his head disapprovingly, before sliding the food into the cell with little to no care. He muttered something to himself you couldn’t quit make out from your seat on the bench and then left you on your own.

If you hadn’t lost track of the days before, you had now. It had been a few days, or maybe a week, since you had found yourself in the company of the unknown man. You weren’t entirely sure how long it had truly been because you barely noticed the difference between the warm rays of the day and the soft light of the night.

It was hard to focus with your mind being so numbingly bored. You actually started to look forward to the times they brought you the god-awful slop they fed you. The guards, though not the best conversationalists, still bought a difference into your very dull life. They at least bought something to the table that the dirt floor and the rusted iron bars could never do.

You found yourself mindlessly picking at your fingers. The amount of mud and dirt caking to them had become quite evident and you weren’t exactly fond of the idea. You felt disgusting having been in the same clothes days on end. You had come to the conclusion that you’d be wearing this torn up garment until there was nothing left of it.

You heard the squeaking of a lantern echoing from down the hall. It was late, past the last feeding of the night. The guards should have left you down there to drown in loneliness by now. Your eyes fell on the light making it closer to your cell. Even within the small haze of the lamp, there was no mistaking the eyes of the man approaching. He wore a simple shirt contrasting the more up done one you saw him in the first time. Even late in the night, he looked well put together.

Once in front of your cell, you watched him locate the chair he sat in before. He then proceeded to grab one of the torch sticks, lighting it with the fame of the lantern. He stuck it back on the wall, it lighting not only the hall but the cell you were confined into.

You slowly stood up off your seat, curious as to why he was down here again. Or better yet, you were just curious of who he was. He shot you a passing glance as he then bent back over, grabbing something off the chair. You made your way slowly to the barred off area, peaking through the gaps between them. All you saw was his back and the way his shoulders moved under the fabric concealing them. You felt a wash of familiarity come over you like before, but you would have remembered meeting a face like his.

You quickly adverted your gaze when he turned back around, not wanting to admit you might have been staring at him for a tad too long. He walked forward, hands holding what seemed to me a mass of cloth. He stopped inches in front of the bars, his gaze meeting your eyes. He threaded his arm though the bars, handing you what was in his hands.

“It’s not much,” He paused, releasing it to you, “But I figured it would be better than wearing what you are currently.”

You stood silently, excepting his gift. You were taken slightly aback. You had been attacked, chased, and knocked out. You had been thrown in your own castles dungeon and fed like a dog. You didn’t know what to expect but an act of kindness from anyone wasn’t it.

Hurrying back towards the dimmer end of your cell, you set the clothes down on the bench and examined them. The whiff of clean clothes enticed your senses, making your heart race. It was foolish to be so excited over a clean set of clothes, but you were.

Uncaring to whether you had prying eyes, you began to strip out of your dress. It dropped to the floor, along with all the horrible memories it kept reminding you of. You didn’t care that the white shirt that he gave you was eerily similar to the one he was wearing. You were just glad to be out of the thing now laying in a lump on the floor.

Once in fresh clothes, you walked slowly back to peak through the gaps. He sat in the corner, same position as the first time you saw him; arms resting on his legs and head hanging low. You made the conclusion that most likely didn’t try to steal a glimpse of you changing. You watched him for a moment, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

“Thank you,” The words come out as almost a squeak, voice being weakened by the lack of use yet again. He lifted his head, eerily similar to the time before yet no intense glare. His eyes were soft, and you were able to see they were a dark brown when not consumed behind the metaphorical mask he wore. He straightened up, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Wish I could have done more,” He said, voice quiet but the silence of the hall amplifying every word that left his lips.

Your heart panged at the kindness being shown for it was a nice change, but the constant state of fear you had come to know gnawed at you like a gnat.

“But why?” Your voice hoarse but you forced the question anyways.

He hummed to himself for a moment, as if contemplating whether he wanted to give you the answer before looking you in the eyes once more, “I wouldn’t want to be wearing someone else’s blood.”

Silence fell between the two of you as you absorbed his words. Your eyes drifted to the dress in the corner before looking back at him. You didn’t know what his reasoning would be, but you never thought it would have been that. You also didn’t expect him to break the comfortable silence, but he seemed full of surprises since you met him.

“What happened?”

You saw the way his eyes caught the refection of the torch fire as the flames danced within them but behind that you saw what you only could decipher as concern, or guilt.

“I was attacked. I did what I had to.” You spoke, his eyes still trained on you.

He nodded in understanding. He then slowly stood up from the chair and reached for the lantern on the ground grabbing that as well. He started to walk towards where he came but stopped in front of the bars of your cell.

He glanced over, “I hope you’re able to get rest.”

The odds of that happening were slim to none, you both knew that. Still, it was another nice gesture that he in no way needed to do, especially to someone who was imprisoned. You wondered why he seemed to be so kind to you, but maybe he was just that. Just as quick as he turned to look at you, he started to leave all the same.

“Can you at least tell me your name?” You ask but it comes out more as a plea. He halted his movements and turned back to you. You watched him turn to look at you once again, this time you watched as one of the corners of his mouth perked up ever so slightly.

“Taehyung.” Was all he responded before both he and the light had disappeared down the hall.

Part of you, almost all of you, wanted something to grasp onto, even if it was just a name.

Fresh air.

The concept seemed so foreign to you now. You were used to the damp and the musk by now, but your mind traveled to that night where everything went downhill. You remembered the fresh air you had inhaled and the slight smell of roses that had engulfed the night.

So, there you were on the tips of your toes leaning dangerously close to the edge of the bench. Your fingers grasped the edge of the small, barred window of your cell. You had been hoping to possibly get a breath of fresh air from the open window.

Somehow, you had propped yourself up enough to barely see out of it. You were surprised to find that your window was located by the very garden you had been fantasizing about. Honestly, you were surprised at yourself for not trying this sooner. Seeing any color other than the brown walls of the dungeon was welcoming enough.

You felt the suns rays hit your face and you closed your eyes in satisfaction. You felt a cool breeze kiss your face and the smell of roses wafted in your direction. You sighed in content, just happy to feel something from the outside world once again.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice broke the silence you were enjoying, scaring you. Your grip on the ledge failed as you tried not to stumble off the edge of the bench. You fell onto the dirt floor despite your attempts not to.

You sat up slowly and turned to the source of the voice. Your voice dry as you responded, “I miss outside, Taehyung.”

You had grown accustomed to his sporadic visits. Ever since he had bought you a change of clothes, he seemed to show up more often though it was never for long. You noticed that he was not much of a conversationalist, but you believed that to be because he always seemed to have something on his mind distracting him. You could see it in the way his eyes never felt they were in the present moment.

He looked away avoiding your glance, “I’m sorry I interrupted.”

The room grew quiet as you watched him walk towards the seat he had claimed as his own. He seemed a little more dressed up than the past few times he had decided to grace you with his presence. His hair though, still fell across his face in waves of black.

You pulled yourself off the floor and walked towards him, leaning against the metal to look at him better, “You always seem so distracted.”

He looked up from his hands and bit the inside of his cheek. He looked as though whatever was on his mind was on the tip of his tongue and he was biting it right back down. He directed his attention down the hall and away from you and your observation. He obviously having no intentions of responding to your statement.

You dropped to the ground, sitting with your legs crossed, “I didn’t notice that my cell was one of the ones located by the garden. I could smell the flowers when I felt the breeze hit my face. I used to walk the garden with my father before, well...”

You raised your arms, motioning to your cell. Taehyung’s eyes found your eyes once again. You let out a  laugh, finding the irony of the situation funny. Here you sat caged away when right outside your window bloomed freedom and life.

His eyebrows raised at your laughter obviously surprised by your outburst. He watched as your smile faded, and your eyes glossed over.

“I miss him,” You sighed, “He wasn’t the best, but he cared.”

“I’m sorry,” He said, and you felt as though he was apologizing for more than just your father’s death.

Your hand traced one of the iron bars in front of you feeling the cool metal under your fingertips. He watched as you did so, finding your ability to be so calm when everything you had known had crumbed to be quite astounding.

“I’m sorry can’t fix what has already happened. I just wish he had gotten a proper burial.” You sighed, looking away from your hand and finding Taehyung’s figure against the wall, “So, why do you hide down here with the prisoners?”

“You’re better company,” He responded, which surprised you. You weren’t expecting him to answer your question because up to this point he had been a master of keeping the focus off him. He always somehow flipped it back onto you and if he couldn’t do that, then he grew silent.

“Me?” You asked not being able to hide the innocent shock that laced your voice, “I’m sorry, but I’m sure there are plenty of people who could keep you in good company that aren’t locked away.”

He chuckled dryly, “You speak to me like I’m real. Up there, it’s scripted. They’re too afraid of what might happen if they said the wrong thing. It’s ‘yes sir’ and ‘anything for you’ but I never hear people’s wants and their feelings. No one wants to have a conversation.”

You felt a wave of familiarity in what he was saying. You felt as if things started to finally make sense for the first time since he began visiting. From the guilty look in his eyes to the kind gestures he had shown. He had felt familiar, but you never knew how until that moment. Your eyes widen at the realization.

“When your father’s the king, you don’t get to just talk.” You replied almost monotoned, knowing too well the way people treated the offspring of royalty even if they were royalty themselves.

His body stiffened at your words. You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to make the connection and it threw him off guard, body going defensive automatically.

“How did you-“ He paused with a loss of words.

“Because that’s how I felt,” You sighed as you remembered the countless nights sitting up hoping someone would truly want to treat you like a human being and not some figure or purchase, “I knew you looked familiar. I- I couldn’t quite place it. I knew I hadn’t met you before. I’d remember a face like yours. I did see you though, standing over my father’s body before I was knocked out.”

“If it were me, none of this would have happened,” He said, gaze falling on your position on the ground.

“You can’t help who your father is,” You reassured not completely sure why you felt the need to, “But, if I were to be frank, your father is a piece of shit.”

For the first time since he had begun coming to your cell to keep you company, you heard him truly laugh. It wasn’t one of those fake ones he had shown you, but a genuinely bubbly sound. It flowed into his whole face, brightening it.

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to put it,” He responded, a boxy smile gracing his lips.

He began to visit more, and you hated to admit you waited for him. Every time you heard footsteps come toward you the idea that it could be him crosses your mind. Your heart rate would quicken and the bit of energy that your body would produce was evidence enough that you hoped it would be him instead of a guard there to feed you.

You couldn’t blame yourself. If it weren’t for him, you probably would have gone mad from isolation. It wasn’t hard to understand why the prisoners your own father had held for information gave in so quickly. Being alone with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company and entertained could drive anyone mad.

It led you to think of why you were in fact, still alive. You would have thought you would have been discarded by now since you really had no more use. Taehyung’s father had successfully taken over your father’s kingdom from your understanding. Your own father having no siblings of his own left you useless for there was no one to barter you off to. There was no gain from keeping you.

With you deep in your thoughts, you had not been aware that Taehyung had found himself before you. He watched you as you fiddled with your hands, eyes not focused on anything specific. Your mind somewhere far off.

“Care to share what’s on your mind?” He asked, pulling your thoughts back down to earth. You realized he liked to ask you about your thoughts on things and actually hear them. It was much different than the way many had treated you as you grew. You were so used to being a pawn that being treated like a human was refreshing. It was different, but nice.

“Why am I still here?” You asked voicing the very thing that plagued your thoughts, “Your father has nothing to gain from keeping me imprisoned.”

He hummed, “My father doesn’t share anything with me. If he does, he had made the decision long before telling me. He’s never trusted me with much more than simple duties. He thinks I’m troubled.”

“You seem far from troubled,” You responded, finally moving from your spot on the bench. You followed his voice.

Taehyung stood, leaning against the wall directly across from your cell. His arms were crossed across his chest. Normally, you would find the stance intimidating but the way his body was relaxed with no tension made you feel the opposite. A smirk formed on his lips as he let out a halfhearted scoff, “He just doesn’t like anyone who disagrees with his point of view.”

“Your father is warped,” You shook your head, “He would have gained much more from this if he had just sent you to court me. Alliances are worth far more than enemies.”

His eyes found yours at your words and you watched as emotions flickered through them before settling on anger, “My father doesn’t look for the most profit; he thrives in power. He takes joy in destroying cities and taking them as his own. Yes, it would have been smarter to align ourselves, but he would have drowned knowing he didn’t have full control.”

You watched as he shifted uncomfortably in front of you, running his hand through his hair. The conversation not being one he was enjoying, obviously.

Unsure on exactly why you felt the need to, you shifted the conversation, “What do you take joy in?”

“I enjoy going to theatre and viewing artwork,” He responded after pondering for a few moments of silence, “Actually, despite my father’s distain towards the bards, I also quite enjoy their music.”

Your mind wandered for a few moments at the idea that he enjoyed any form of art. It opened up a new layer to him you had barely had a grasp on before. Oddly, you felt elated at the tiny reveal.

“I used to like wandering the garden after raiding the library and finding a quiet place to read. My father didn’t let me leave the castle very often but sometimes he would take me to see a show. I also quite enjoy them.” You responded, a soft smile laying upon your lips at the memory.

Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you babbled about what you liked. He also couldn’t help but mimic your small smile though his was more out of guilt than fondness. You seemed so full of life, the one thing he craved from others, and yet you were thrown behind bars to rot. It didn’t sit well with him.

Clearing his throat, he pushed off the wall to move closer to your cell, “Um, I actually bought you something. I figured you were getting tired of the same stuff they’ve been feeding you.”

You watched as he rummaged around in his pocket for a second before pulling out a small wrapped package. He then reached through the bars separating the two of you, placing the item in your hand. His hand barely grazed yours, but you could tell it was warmer than your own.

Curious, you unwrapped the paper surrounding whatever he had smuggled you. Your heart raced at the sight of it. It wasn’t something you normally would be ecstatic about the small piece of pastry in your hands said otherwise. You then took a bite, closing your eyes at the sweet taste and the rich flavor.

“Thank you,” You say softly once you finished chewing.

“It’s nothing,” He said, “I have to return, but I’ll be back. Keep your head up Y/N.”

He gave a small wave before disappearing. You let out a deep breath, eyes finding the pastry still in your hands. Even though he had been gone only moments, you already missed his company.

Trying to do the one thing Taehyung requested was probably one of the hardest thing’s you could have done, but you did it. The only thing keeping you head above water was his visits and the stories of life he brought back with him. It seemed silly but hearing about the minuscule drama that flowed through the halls of the castle gave you entertainment. It made you feel alive still.

From what he had told you, it had been about two months since the total takeover of your home and your very own imprisonment. He does his best to keep you in the loop considering losing track of time down in the dark and the musk was easy to do. You appreciated him for it.

You’ve grown fond of him and you could tell by the way the small smile that never seemed to leave your lips when he was around or the way your stomach twists in knots whenever he told stories he was fond of. But you were definitely certain you had because even when the two of you sat in silence, it was just as comfortable.

Even now, no words between the two of you were being shared but you were in no rush to break the silence. His presence was enough.

“You don’t deserve this,” He sighed from his seated position on the ground, obvious hurt in his voice.

You felt for him. He was a man who was taught right from wrong but forced to stand behind a man who lived for chaos. The same man that drove him to find solace in the dark of the dungeon and confide in you.

Even then, he didn’t say much. You just noticed he would come down bothered and watch to make sure the guards didn’t follow him. Once comfortable, he would fall into what you had come to find as his true self and a very kind man.

Ironic considering who his father was.

You sighed, “This isn’t on you.”

“It doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad for it,” His response quick and slightly irritable.

You could tell he had worked himself up. His eyes locked on the ground and his leg bouncing endlessly to ease the tension through his body. The need to touch him to help calm him down shot through you but passed quickly when your brain deemed it impossible to accomplish. You settled by placing your hand on the metal in front of you, not comforting you or him in the process.

“Tae,” You breathe out, afraid to be any louder, “I’m still alive, therefore, I still have a chance to get out of here free.”

You spoke words that neither of you really had faith in. The odds of you walking out of the cell alive were slim, let alone alive and free. The fact you were even still breathing was a wonder in its own. Though he knew it wasn’t plausible, you still watched as his leg quit bouncing and his eyes broke from the dirt. He still opted to stay quiet.

“You deserve more,” You said filling the silence, “You’re a good man. I’d hate to see your father take that from you.”

You looked away from him decided to give him some privacy. It was odd; the way he got so worked up over the idea you were still behind the iron bars. The very bars under the touch of your fingers. Even abnormal as it was for his reaction to be the way it was, especially since your situation wasn’t a new one, he didn’t deserve to be ogled.

You felt warmth envelop the outer of your hand. The idea of pulling your own hand away flashed through your thoughts, but when your eyes met with another resting on the top of yours all feelings of that were lost.

Taehyung had moved closer, enough to where he could touch you. His thumb grazed your skin in a soothing movement, and you felt the tension you didn’t even know you had flee.

“I’m not sure how but,” He paused, and you surprised yourself with how fast your heart had begun to beat, “I’ll figure something out. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.”

The warmth of his hand gone in seconds and part of you longed for it to return. Instead, you watched as he pulled himself off the ground. He didn’t need to announce he was leaving. You knew. He brushed his pants off once standing and you watched dust fly into the air in the minimal sunlight. He then started his way down the hall.

“Don’t do anything to get you hurt,” You pleaded loud enough for him to hear you. He paused his step and turned to look at you from the distance. It ironically reminded you of the time you asked for his name though this time the smirk didn’t grace his lips and his eyes didn’t light up in amusement. You felt as though your voice would fail you as you somehow managed to speak the last bit out, “Please.”

He nodded his head and disappeared. Part of you, if not all of you, had a hard time believing he wouldn’t.

Kim Taehyung wasn’t the one for business meetings. He had been through his fair share of them and they all were so boring and drawn out. He also wasn’t a fan of family dinners. There was too much baggage to weigh him down within one for him to enjoy it. And frankly, he wasn’t a fan of his father. So, when his own father had announced that he had invited important clients for dinner and he was expected to show, he was in no surprise very indifferent. Could anyone blame him? It was the trifecta from hell.

He had really planned on skipping out, but with his father specifically seeking him out and asking personally it meant business. No one, not even the kings son, would go against him; or could for that matter.

A light knock on his bedroom door echoed into his silent room.

“Yes?” Taehyung asked, his eyes flicking to the door that remained closed. He really would rather had not been bothered, but he couldn’t ignore it.

“Sir, your father wished for me to remind you to be in the dining room before the guests arrive.”

As he always did. His father didn’t think he could get dressed for the day let alone show up to a meeting on time. It was all for appearance. He wanted people to know he had an heir to his thrown. He wanted people to know that once he was gone, there would be another to stand in his place. His empire would still run strong.

“I’ll be there.” He called back to the staff, feeling bad for the poor woman.

Once he figured she had disappeared into the massive castle, he proceeded to fling his legs off his bed and go to his wardrobe. He dressed in his less formal clothes, but they were put together enough for his father not to feel like he was bringing shame to his name.

He then made his way out of his temporary sleeping quarters and turned down the corridor. He had gone a few doors down when one in particular caught his eye. He paused his step, looking at it. The door itself wasn’t the thing that caught his eye. Actually, it looked exactly the same as every other in the castle. The archway that framed the door was the reason he had stopped.

Taehyung moved in closer, seeing lines etched into the stone of the doorway. His hands reached out, touching the lines carved in deep enough he could feel every bump under his fingertips. A small smile formed on his lips when he realized they had to be height marks. He was under the impression that you were the only child, so he assumed it to be yours.

“Ah, Sir, there you are,” A voice said causing his eyes to drift away from the notches on the wall to the person in question, “I was just going to check on you.”

Taehyung cleared is throat and let his hand fall from the wall, “I was already on the way. Have they arrived?”

“No, but the king requested me to go fetch you.”

“Well, it’s only down the hallway,” Taehyung sighed, “Or does he have you escorting me there as well?”

The man took a step back and bowed, leaving him to find his own way.

The eating quarters only took moments to walk to and when he rounded into the room it was still empty except for the staff fluttering about making sure everything was ready for the arrivals. He sighed, fully taking in how long of a night it truly was going to be.

The guests arrived a while later, leaving both him and his father to greet them before all taking a seat at the table. He had taken in that the guests were royalty from a few kingdoms away which struck him confused because his father wasn’t one to be social to others. From what he gathered his name Prince Lee and he brought along his own son.

The dinner went as neatly as it could have. Barely anyone had talked, which wasn’t a surprise to him in the slightest. If they did speak, it was to address the staff. No one decided to speak until the short wait for the dessert.

“So, why did you ask us here?” The Prince inquired, causing Taehyung’s eyes to leave and look at the guests.

His father stared at them for a second eyeing the man before responding, “I am aware that your sister was the queen of this kingdom before her passing, am I correct?”

Taehyung felt his stomach drop. He hadn’t realized the royalty his father had invited was in fact royalty related to you. He glanced between the two men. Both were obviously overconfident and neither showed any emotion.

“Yes, you are,” the Prince said taking a drink from his glass and setting it back down, “But as you said, my sister has passed and long before you became in possession of his kingdom. So, why am I here?”

His father chuckled, “I have something you might want.”

Taehyung choked on his drink, which summoned a glare from the king next to him. He sent a small, closed mouth smile to his father in attempts to apologize, not that it would matter in the long run.

“And what might that be?” He asked, eyebrow pulled up as he questioned.

“You are aware they had a child,” the king hummed. Each passing moment made Taehyung want to leave the room, but he had to know how this would play out. He had to know if you would be safe, “I still have her if you were interested. Of course, there would be a price.”

The silence that fell over the table was deafening and Taehyung was afraid that they may hear his own heartbeat which had been pounding since the mention of you. He itched to fidget with something to ease his growing anxiety, but he couldn’t, so he kept glancing between the two.

“What makes you think we want her?” The other questioned.

“She is your kin, is she not?” His father responded causing Tae’s eyes to follow where the sound came from, “I thought I would show good faith and offer you her life. You should be honored I even thought to.”

“She would be dead if you didn’t think you would get something out of this exchange, so what were you thinking? Tell me, and I will deem whether it is worth it.”

The staff came into the room. The hands maneuvered around the room picking up dishes that were done, refilling drinks, and placing the dessert down onto the table. Tae’s eyes followed them around appreciating how it was so well choreographed. Each person moving in and out without interference from another. Normally, he wouldn’t have paid much attention, but he was looking for anything to distract him from the tension in the room.

“I was thinking of an alliance. I heard there were talks of conspiracy against me and my kingdoms. I would be a fool to ignore them. So, I offer you the girl for your arms if need be.” Taehyung’s father offered, his eyes scanning the man across the table.

The other laughed, “Maybe you are a fool if you were to believe my father would ever ally himself with someone of your nature. The girl may be royalty of our blood, but she isn’t worth the risk and embarrassment of being associated with you and your tyranny.”

Taehyung grew cold at your uncle’s response despite how much sweat he had been producing. Without a reason to keep you alive, you would be executed. Both himself and you knew that would be the case despite his denial. He had never felt more shame than in that moment. His own father was the reason you weren’t worth being saved. They had no idea who you were so none knew how worth it you truly were.

He’d risk it if it were him.

“It’s better to keep me on your side rather than not, though I see you made your decision,” The king warned causing Taehyung to cringe internally. Threats were all his dad was good at.

The man on the other side of the table rose, his eyes locking with the other’s, “We are more united than your makeshift kingdoms and unreliable loyalties. Know that if you try, we will take you down. My welcome has worn so I will take my leave.”

Both king and prince watched as the guest exited the dining hall. The silence within the room was eerily loud. Taehyung wouldn’t dare try to talk as all he would get in response was the anger buried deep within his father from a deal that fell through. Not only that, but he was afraid his own voice would give away how shaken he was from the encounter.

“A public execution seems fitting for a royal, don’t you think?” The King voiced to no one in particular. Taehyung swallowed hard at the image that flashed through his mind.

“Isn’t that a little drastic?” He asked, a risk in itself.

His father turned his head and locked eyes with him, “I refuse to let them make a mockery of my name. They will regret their decision.”

The King then stood, slamming his hands against the table. Taehyung flinched back at the action. He then watched as his father exited the hall, leaving him alone with the dining staff. All of them wearing the wide eyes as they too felt the fear he had.

He cleared his throat shaking all of them from their trance, “I am done. You may proceed.”

As he stood, the staff began to clear the dishes and clean the table. He barely noticed the routine they had placed amongst themselves this time. He was too distracted with the knowledge that you had just been officially given a death sentence.

If his father had done this closer to when he had forced himself into power, Taehyung wouldn’t have been so torn. Yet too much time had passed, and now he was drawn to you. He found himself wanting to spend his time with you, even if it was within the dungeons of the castle.

He wouldn’t be able to witness seeing you hanged.

The dungeon was quiet, as it has been for the past week. It was just you, the bars that held you within, and the drunkard that had been thrown within a cell a few down from you that didn’t know begging wouldn’t get him anywhere.

You hadn’t realized how reliant you had become to the Prince’s visits. It was lonely being there with nothing but your thoughts. You tried your hardest not to let them consume you because you’ve seen what isolation does to a solid mind.

Time seemed to still be a foreign concept to you. The only way of being able to tell was the small window that would fade from light, to dark, to back again. Though, when you looked out from it, you were able to see that your garden was indeed looking less vibrant than before. You assumed that autumn would be on its way soon.

The rickety bench laid beneath you, somehow still able to support your weight despite the use it had endured within the past few months. Your arm found rest laying across your eyes shielding the sun that peaked through the window. Your mind wandering to daydream about freedom. Something you knew would most likely always stay a dream.

The clearing of a voice broke through the silence, “Am I interrupting?”

Your mouth opened slightly at the familiar voice. You removed your arm from your eyes as you went to push yourself into the sitting position. There he stood on the other side of the bars. His hair was disheveled and hung into his eyes.

“Not much for you to interrupt, is there?” You respond, standing up and walking towards the metal. The closer you got, the easier it was to see that he seemed concerned behind all the fringe. Despite his obvious distress, he gave a weak side smile at your attempt at a joke. It fell almost instantly. You cocked your head to the side slightly, trying to meet his brown irises, “What’s wrong?”

He stayed silent at your question, his eyes finding the dirt floor below him. His weight shifted from foot to foot as he tried to process what was on his mind. You didn’t push him as you figured that he would end up letting what fogged his mind out into the open. He wouldn’t look so troubled if he didn’t plan on telling you.

Yet, there was no need to tell you. You already knew from his actions.

“There was a meeting a few nights ago,” He started, his eyes finally finding your own, “I was surprised he wanted me to attend. When I found out that it was a prince from a near kingdom it made more sense. He wanted to look the part of a great king. When he arrived, I come to find out that he was the brother to the queen, your mother. My father offered him a deal. Your life, for an alliance.”

You nodded, taking in the information. The corners of your eyes stinged as you held back tears, “And they didn’t take the deal.”

“No,” Taehyung swallowed hard, “My father plans on making an example out of you. He scheduled a public execution within the next few days. I- I don’t know what to do.”

A tear slipped down your cheek at your solidified fate, “Nothing, there isn’t anything you can do. This was always going to happen.”

It was your turn to find comfort looking at the dirt below as another tear slipped. You told yourself that you were never going to get out of this situation alive many times, but the reality was finally hitting. Your will seemed to dwindle within seconds as you watched the hope you shouldn’t have held onto get crushed under the news.

Taehyung reached through and grasped your hand, enveloping it within his own. He tried to sooth you the best he could with the barricade in the way. He would have brought you to his chest if he could have, but alas, it was impossible. It was almost painful to see you so distraught.

“I figured you’d want to hear it from me,” He said, the sadness in this voice evident.

You looked up at him. His eyes were red and glossy from him holding back his own tears, you could tell. You almost wanted to thank him for being so strong because you just couldn’t anymore. He pulled the hand he had within his own through the bars and up to his lips, placing them gently against your skin. If only you were able to relish in how they felt on you then on your own impending doom.

He pulled away, letting your hand go gently. You pulled it back to you and laced your fingers around the metal in front of you, “If only we had the chance to meet in different circumstances, Kim Taehyung.”

“I agree,” He voiced. He straightened his body and bowed to you, “Princess.”

Your heart ached and this time it wasn’t for your life, but for him. Your whole life, you knew that you were nothing but an asset in a bigger game. Men came from many kingdoms to be in your good graces, and your fathers, so the families could merge and become a greater force. You always knew that a prince would come and sweep you off your feet, even if it was just for their profit.

But this prince in front of you was nothing like the ones who always stared over your shoulder seeking your father’s approval. He yearned for the day to shed the foul taste his own father left in many’s mouths. He was thoughtful and understanding. He saw you as a person. That was something no one seemed to be able to do. Even now, with your dirty clothes and matted hair, he bowed to you as if you stood before him in a gown looking to be courted.

When he stood, he held a sad smile, “I have to make an appearance, or they’ll send out a witch hunt for me.”

“Do what you must,” You respond. He nodded and turned on his heels, “Thank you.”

His movements halted more a minute at your thanks before he then continued down the hall.

Taehyung couldn’t shake the sick feeling he had in his stomach as he stood behind his father in front of the towns people. It was only a few hundred, far less than home, but he assumed the night his father came parading into the town there were many casualties. They might have had more in number before then.

He was used to the dirty glares; He had gotten them since that night, not that it was new then either. The staff that hadn’t died in the attack continued to work within the walls for the new royals, though the stares and cold air were obvious. Yet, the look of the commoners faces as they waited for the king to speak in itself spoke wonders. None of them wanted to be there. None of them had respect for the new King.

Taehyung didn’t blame them one bit.

He shifted his view from his father slightly to the right. His eyes landed on the execution stage, causing his stomach to churn. It was simple, which was all it needed to be. The rope hung slightly too high for your small figure to reach, which he assumed why a step stool lay not too far off. A man stood there, dressed in black, readying himself for his job.

It didn’t take long for the King to grab the crowd’s attention, them fearing that if they weren’t their village would go right back up into flames, “We are here for the execution of the only blood left to from the king before me.”

As he said that, you were dragged onto the scene. It was almost a mockery as they cleaned and dressed you up as if you didn’t just spend months within the confines of a cell. Your hands were bound, making it easier for the guard to drag you around. They also gagged you, so you weren’t able to speak. Taehyung assumed it was so that your words couldn’t influence the town into a revolution, and so no one could hear you scream.

The crowd itself seemed shocked; most probably assuming that you had already perished with the first attack. They didn’t know about your blood-soaked gown or the will you used to even survive that night.

The walk to the execution stage seemed to take so much longer than it should have. Taehyung could have blamed it on you struggling within the guards arms, but really, he knew the real reason was the anxiety of what he was about to witness.

He wondered if this was what the people who had loved ones on death row felt as they were forced to watch them hang.

But then, you were on the stage standing under the rope. The struggling had stopped. If there were a chance for you to escape your fate, it would have happened before then. You scanned over the crowd, exceedingly calm for what was about to happen.

Taehyung could hear his heartbeat in his ears as your eyes found his and stayed on him. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through your mind at the moment. He couldn’t even properly filter through his own thoughts; he couldn’t imagine yours.

The executioner then placed the bag over your head, cutting your eye contact off and shielding the onlookers from the gore that was about to occur. Then, the rope was placed around your neck and tightened. Then he left you there, alone, as he went to stand by the lever and awaited his orders

Taehyung’s mouth went dry as his father demanded the attention of the audience once again, “Your kingdom was a disgrace when I came. It didn’t take me but moments to take over and make it my own. We are cleansing the kingdom with this execution. With my actions, we will rise to become untied and undefeatable. It’s time we-“

The King’s words fell off as he coughed, blood splattering onto the ground. The crowd erupted into a murmurs and screams as the sword that punctured through the king’s chest was withdrawn, leaving him without support. He fell to his knees holding the wound that was now profusely oozing blood.

Taehyung stood, sword still in hand. The blade itself was drenched with the blood of his father. The guards that surrounded them drew their own weapons, pointing them at him. He kept his composure, though honestly he felt anything but that. The sound of his father hitting the floor echoed in the silence.

“Stand down.” He voiced outload to the guards. It came out far more steady than he thought would have, but he wasn’t complaining.

He watched as the men debated doing as he demanded, though the shallow breathing of his father seemed to be proof enough for them to still stand strong. His eyes risked a look down at the dying man. The pool of blood under him continued to grow beneath him, staining the wood he laid on. Then, his chest seemed to have stilled.

Taehyung always knew his father would parish from the hands of someone he had wronged, because frankly, he was a horrible man. Yet, Taehyung didn’t know he was going to be the one to perform the fatal blow. It didn’t surprise him that he felt no remorse.

“I said stand down,” Taehyung said, more power within his voice, “As King, I demand you to stand down.”

The guards still seemed hesitant, but one by one they sheathed their swords. Taehyung followed suit, placing his own bloodstained weapon back in it’s cover. He glanced once more at his father’s corpse before turning to it. He pushed the body with his foot as if to double check that he was in fact dead. He then refocused his attention on what was important.

He jumped off the platform and hurried his way over to the execution stage. He waved off the executioner from the lever, making sure there could be no mistake.

He sighed to himself at the image in front of him. He had watched quite a few executions in his time, having the father he had, but they all were faceless. He didn’t know them, but he knew you.

He reached out and pulled the knotted rope from around you neck, freeing you from death’s possible grasp. Once freed, the rope swung freely though it would soon still once more. The bag thrown over your head was next, giving you back your sight once more.

Light flooded into your vision, confusing you. Your eyes adjusted slowly, and they found the familiar eyes you had come accustomed to seeing while you were imprisoned, though this time there were no bars obscuring his face. He was just as handsome as the last time you saw him, maybe even more now that both of you were out of the dimly lit dungeon.

He reached around you, untying the knot that tied the gag. You looked at him, “What did you do Taehyung?”

His eyes hardened a little at your whispered question as he moved to work on the ties on your wrists, “Nothing that wasn’t going to happen anyway.”

Your eyes then focused on the body lying in the distance and you sighed. Of course.

Once your hands were free from the restraints, he moved back within your line of sight. He only spared a second of a warm glance before addressing the crowd, “You were brought here under the assumption that there will be an execution today. I’m sorry that the plans had changed. The princess is not sentenced to death anymore. Please return to your normal routines.

As much as he sounded like a true leader, he looked nervous and shaken. With your now free limbs, you shuffled over toward him taking the chance to lace your hand within his in attempt to lend him strength and comfort.

He looked over at you, eyes once again softened. A soft squeeze of your hand telling you that you had made the right decision.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, appreciating the dress you were wearing. You never thought you would miss the process of getting dressed up in extravagant dresses to socialize with other royals. After being a prisoner for months with nothing but one change of clothes the whole time, you didn’t necessarily mind now.

To be honest, you thought you were dead. It wasn’t hard to deny the awful truth when the days behind the bars turned into months. What solidified it was when the bag was placed over your own head and the noose tightened around your neck. It was hard to deny anything at that point. You were going to die.

But nothing came despite the obscured vision and the rough twine rubbing against you.

Your savior being none other than the man you had found comfort in for months. Meeting his eyes comforted you yet again despite all your confusion.

You never thought that he would have taken his own father’s life just to save your own. He literally risked everything to save you, even his own life. You owed him far more than you ever think you could return since everything you owned in your life already belonged to him.

He still was king.

A knock echoed into your room, breaking the comfortable silence. You peered over at the door as it creaked open only to close after the new presence was within the walls.

The man leaned against the wall taking in the view, causing you to feel as though you needed to hide from embarrassment. A boxy smile crossed his face at your reaction. Trying to ignore him, you returned to your reflection making sure everything was in place.

“Why haven’t you gone down to the event?” You asked, taking a peek at him from the corner of your eye.

Taehyung let out a small chuckle at the idea you proposed at him, “A King shouldn’t ever enter an event without his Queen by his side.”

A small smile crossed your lips as you turned and walked towards him. He excepted you as your wrapped your arm around his own. He leaned over placing a gentle kiss upon your head before he escorted you out of the room and down to the hall.

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