Taekook: Little Purple.
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There's someone out there.
The sound of their harsh breathing slip from outside my room, going up and up in staccato, resembling a trapped injured animal.
My eyes fly open, and I stumble out of bed, smoothing my hair from my face. Then I tug down on my purple sleep shirt that barely covers my ass.
Shadow linger in the corner, twisting and groaning like starved beasts. The only light comes from the balcony bulb that I always leave on. I don't reach out to the lamp's switch or even attempt to touch it.
Something tells me that if I shed light on whatever animal is lurking out there, the situation will diverge in an ugly direction.
My brother's mansion should be the safest place on the campus and second-safest on earth after our home back in New York.
It's why he insists I spend certain nights here. I don't meddle in his business, but I know what those nights entail-mayhem, chaos, the butchering of poor souls.
So the best place to keep me protected is right under his wings with a dozen guards watching me.
You know the ivory tower Rapunzel stayed in? My room in this mansion—my brother's anarchy—infested club—is the personification of that.
Hell, there are even guards beneath the balcony, so even if I actually attempted to climb down the tree, they'd be the ones to catch me. They'd scowl, grunt, and report my actions to both my brother and father.
On the bright side, however I'm protected. I've been protected since the day I was born into the Jeon Family.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
And I'm Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Okay, whatever is lurking out there, you better be some injured bird or something trivial. Otherwise, be ready to die.
The balcony curtain flaps inside, the white material soaked in the color of the night and the dim light.
The logical approach would be to turn around and run to the door, call for my brother or any of his men, and hide in my safe cage.
My toxic trait is curiosity, like I really can't sleep at night if I don't satisfy that thirst for knowledge.
Fate works in mysterious ways.
Ever since I was little, I've known that I wouldn't always be a sheltered little ore prince or Princess which my father likes to say, but I prefer prince— fighting for his family approval. That one day, something would come for me when I least expect it. I just don't know what it would be or what it would entail.
The moment I reach a hand to half-open glass door, a dark figure slowly slides inside.
He's in all black. Sweats, a long sleeved shirt, shoves, gloves, and a mask on his face.
me😗
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The bleak color of his doesn't conceal the bulging of his muscles beneath the shirt or reduce the sheer power of his quiet presence. He's someone who works out, his chest filled with planes of muscles and a defined abdomen, but he's not bulky.
He's also tall. So tall that I have to crane my head to take in the entirety of him.
We stare at each other for a beat, like two animals before they go at each other's throats.
The two holes in the creepy mask serve as his eyes, which are dark, but not black and brown, more like the darkness of the ocean.
And I latch onto that color, to that disruption of the black aura. It's also my toxic trait to see the good in people, to not let the world harden me until I can no longer empathize with anyone.
It's a promise I made to myself when I figured out what type of world I was born into.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
~•My limbs continue trembling, the rhythm matching my skyrocketing heartbeat. Still, I force my super cheerful, super casual tone.•~ You might want to leave before the guards find you—
The words die in my throat when he advances towards me.
One imposing step at a time.
So, remember the fact that his presence has power? I'm witnessing the efforts of its firsthand.
It's not only power; It's intimidation in its purest form.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
~•I don't even notice I've stepped back until he advances again. This time, I stand my ground and stare up at him.•~ As I was saying, you should probably go—
His chest nearly collides with mine as he swiftly kills the distance between us. Warmth mixes with something spicy and the smell of soot. Was he near a fire or something?
He steps forward again and I automatically step back. Either that or I let him crash into me and sweep me over like a tornado.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Seriously, do you know whose house this is? ~•My voice is no longer cheerful and has long since matched the shaking of my limbs.•~ Do you have a death wish—
I'm not ready for what happened next.
In a flash of movement, he slams his gloved hand against my mouth and shoves me back.
The mask rests a few inches from my face like an episode from deepest, darkest nightmares.
It's accentuated by the proximity of his body against mine and the strong leather smell.
And he's all I can see. His eyes are indeed blue, but they're black rimmed.
Like a mythical creature.
I've seen these eyes somewhere.
Is it wrong that I want to see what's beneath the mask? To just pluck it off and find out if he's the crying or the smiling half? Maybe both.
The longer I watch him, the more my breath hitches and his warmth seeps into my bones.
It's simply not who I'm thinking about.
Just to make sure, I lift a hand to his mask, fully expecting him to swat it away.
To my surprise, he doesn't make a move. My fingers slide over the edge of the mask. But I don't see it as a petrifying anymore —it's just a cover for someone.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Is it you? I ask with my eyes.
？？？
And his slightly narrow in return.
So I try to peel off the mask, but before I can do so, he shoves my hand away. It falls limp by my side, but I'm almost sure my hunch is correct.
I don't know anything else, But I would recognize these eyes anywhere, including in an alternative universe.
A bang comes from outside.
It comes again, and I realize it's on the door of my room.
Guard
Master, are you awake?
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Guard
~•The Russian-accented voice comes again, coupled with another bang.•~ There has been a breach in security. Are you okay?
I meet the masked stranger's eyes.
He's way more than a stranger.
I'm still shaking, but it's for a completely different reason.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Mmmmm.~•I let out a small, muffled sound.•~
He tightens his hold on my mouth, sweeping into my space with the sureness of a hurricane. My breasts brush against the hardness of his chest with every inhale.
I grab hold of the intruder's arm and implore him with my eyes. He narrows his to slits but slowly slides his hand from my mouth. He keeps it hovering, ghosting close, probably to shut me up again if I scream for help.
But that's the thing, I don't need help, because he's not a threat.
Or at least, he wasn't in the past. I'm not quite sure in this situation.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
I'm okay! ~•I say loud enough for the guard to hear. I'm surprised I don't stammer or sound nervous, considering the situation.•~
Guard
~•The door opens a bit, but it remains in that position as the guard's voice drifts in •~ I'm coming in to make sure, Sir.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
Don't! I'm..... I'm naked.
The clearing of a throat comes from the guard and I can almost imagine his flustered face. He knows his head would be on a stick if he saw me nude.
Unless my life was in danger.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
I'm really cool. I'm going back to sleep now. Don't wake me up.
Silence for one, two, three seconds—
Guard
Very well, sir. If there's anything, the boss will come to see you. ~•The door close.•~
My next inhale causes my chest to brush against the non-stranger, and I pause, staring up at him.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
The boss he just mentioned is my brother, and I can't keep him out with the 'I'm naked excuse'. He'll just come in, eyes closed, pick up a sheet or something, and throw it on me, then do his search. He's brutal like that, so you really want to go before he comes if you don't want to have beaten to death' written on your tombstone. Oh, also, are you going to stay glued to me for a long time? I might seem cool, but it's actually hard to breathe when you're around.
He stares at me blankly, absolutely not impressed nor derailed by my word vomit. It's a habit I'm trying to get rid off, but it's actually harder than it sounds.
Jeon Jungkook/ Ore/little💜
What are you waiting for? ~•I whisper.•~ Seriously, go before Yoongi shows up. If you came through the balcony door unnoticed, then return the same way. And uh, maybe give me my space back sometime soon?
He reached a gloved hand to my face and I think he'll shut me up again, but this fingers wrap around my jaw.
It's not threatening, but power summers beneath the gesture.
He oozes with it to the point of suffocation.
His thumb strokes my bottom lip ,and it parts just like that.
My heart hammers, and I think maybe I'm dreaming or something.
Maybe I've conjured so many scenarios in my twisted brain that one of them is actually coming true.
Otherwise, why would he touch me when he never had before?
And he's not just touching any part of me.
Before the thought is fully formed, his rich, deep and absolutely familiar voice rings in the air.
？？？
You talk too much. One day, this mouth will get you in trouble.
Then he releases me, steps back, and slips out of the balcony door as easily as he got in.
My limbs finally fail me and I slide down the wall and to the floor.
There's no doubt about it.
My fingers touch where he did a second ago. Well, he had a glove on, so it wasn't a direct touch, but it still counts, right?
Only, now, my lips quiver and my heart falls in disarray.
The one I shouldn't want.
me😗
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