LIGHT VS DARKNESS // taekook

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Taehyung's pov

The strained voice calling for me didn't put my already nervous self to any relief, I could already notice the hint of anxiousness in jungkook's contour though he seems a lot collected than me, I was just rounding around his room.

The hammering against the door didn't died, instead a very soft familier voice called behind the door,

"Your highness, I have brought dinner for you. Please, open the door! " the voice beseeches, that I recalled as of that overly excited server.

"I am not ravenous right now!––I will call for it later" jungkook hurriedly responds, his voice coming out loud that intended.

He quickly clasps my forearm, halting my to and fro motion before hushing me with his sharp glare,

"Could you stop making noise?" he whisper-yelled, hushing me down. The stretch of silence followed which was broken by the girl's voice

"Is Mr berry there, your highness!" jungkook looks confused, his brows drawn together, lips pursed. I quickly nudges him, his face contorted to one deep frown when he looked down at me, "What??"

"She is talking about me!"

"What? "

"Just freaking goddam answer her, it is suspecious!"

"What am I supposed to say? " he retorts back, his voice dripping with annoyance. I bite back my instincts to curse him, my eyes blinking at the oblivion

"Say her no, what else you dumb" I spoke out, he wants to counter the last part so badly but he refrains. His eyes darting to the door before answering her,

As soon as we hear the retreating foot steps, his grip loosened before jerking himself back,

I instinctively rubbed the area, the sting of his tight grip still palpable on my skin. Ofcource, I didn't let him have a idea of it, though my scent turns sour.

His nose scrunched up, eyes intently darting at me, "Are you planning on leaving?"

"Duh, as if I should! Your those peculiar natives will freak out while smelling my scent!" I points out, he narrows his brows followed by a weary sigh, I know he couldn't just ignore the pristine fact in my statement,

"So should I adopt you. What say? " He mocked, his eyes boring boringly at me,

"Thanks but sorry! You don't meet my standards" I grinned at the twitch in the side of his eyes, his tougne poked his cheeks, a tougne bump that travels across his cheek before subsiding when he licked his lips

"You speak a lot for someone who could be held hostage in no time!" His responce comes late, though it seems it was from his mouth rather than mind. A figment of challenge at the reccess of it,

"Your hands are equally tied by the ageing portion......." I paused teasingly before continuing, "__which only I can lend you!"

His lips twisted upwards, a curve unexpected, the insides of his eyes swirling with mischeviousness, "Is that ageing portion really worth to not held you hostage...."

He paused this time, and my insides were instantly running out of patience. Instead of continued, his steps neared me and I couldn't help but subconsciously stagger back

"....we could get a lot more keeping you held!" he mutters lowly, his voice coming accentuate, velvety.

I felt my insides warming a little, his words inclining my thoughts to something else, which makes me to gaze at him.