FlOWERS WITH THORNS | K.TH

Youth Behind Adulthood

It's the aura of one that possesses true power.

He bows.

"I will see you soon, Your Majesty."

He turns. And my lips slightly part, at how he announces his own coming and going. When he turns, the back of his dark, thick cloak slightly flares to the side. I see white underneath, tethered with vibrant emerald. It's engraved on the skin of his wrist, as vividly as a nightmare.

Ah.

Now I see why.

The Mark of Sage.

Silver eyes. The darkest smile, shadowed with the burden of a man who had lived a hundred lives and had seen such things. The Healer of this Generation.

The corner of my lip curls.

I hadn't known he was nearly as young as I.

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Why isn't he eating?

My eyes narrow. The meat, raw and fresh with blood, lies on the top of the nightstand. The light of the lamp makes it gleam a dark shade. I can see the stains, slowly soaking through the wood.

It is there for him.

Yet he sits there, unmoving and refusing to eat. Even when his eyes are so scarlet that I could swear my own reflection upon it. Even when his entire body is practically in spasms with the urge. I see his fingertips tear through the sheets.

His eyes flicker back and forth. And there's a hidden anxiety that I don't understand.

"Eat, Taehyung." I whisper. "It's for you. I—"

Ah.

I'm the problem, aren't I?

I hush a smile.

"I'm sorry." I murmur, turning on my heel. I hear a sharp gasp run through his lips. They are raw and tender, from how much he's bit down on them. "I'll leave you in peace, love. I—"

"You'll come back."

My eyes lift. I turn, and I see him nearly shuddering with self-hatred. But his gaze is fixed on me, still. His hands dig deeper into the frame of the bed. He repeats, the words nearly grinding past his pressed fangs.

"Come back, Mistress. Come back after. Please."

The smile ghosting on my lips deepen. And I give him a quiet nod, just before I leave the room and shut the door behind me. The moment that I'm in the cold darkness of the hall and the wood is between us, I hear the sound of tearing meat and the low growls of an animal, mixed in underneath.

My fingertips overlap. My eyes close, as I listen to my Tarakan.

How I wish I could tell him that his Beast did not bother me. That I had done worse things, than simply eat raw meat out of the hunger he couldn't even resist. How I longed to let him know.

But the least I could do was uphold his dignity.

The sound soon ceases. My brows knit, and I place a hand on the doorknob, wondering if I had his permission to make my way back in.

A smile tinges my lips again.

Look at I.

Supposedly Queen. Yet so beneath the hand of my Taraka.

Then the door suddenly swings open. My eyes slightly widen. I hadn't expected this door to open first. But it does, and my gaze meets bright, feverish eyes.

Taehyung looks down at me. His full lips are blushed and wet. A thin stain of blood marks the corner. The edges of his eyes are red as well, and my own edges soften as I see him struggling with himself. He looks breathless. Trapped in a room that's in his mind.

I smile. Then I step in, and let the door fall close with a click behind me.

I'd seen the panic in his eyes before he had slammed open the door. Then he had seen me. And the panic had melted into those red, tearstained pools.

"Did you think I'd left you?" I murmur softly, tilting my head to the side. My eyes briefly flash over the nightstand. The meat is gone. All of it.

He purses his lips and shakes his head.

I raise a brow, a smile still on my lips.

"Liar."

"I'd never leave you." I say, placing a hand on his shoulder and tracing it gently down the hard flesh of his arm until I reach his wrist. With the other, I place it on the bloodied corner of his lips and wipe it clear. "Not when you're like this. I would never."

"Do you understand?"

There's another silent nod. And I blink, slowly.

There were so many things I wanted to ask him. About his relationship with the Sage. How long he had known him. How come they had met. A Sage and a Taraka. It was an unimaginable combination.

Yet now is not the time for an interrogation.

"Come."

I grip the end of his sleeve and lead him towards the bed. He lets himself be pulled so easily, as if putting himself entirely under my control. Trusting me so easily.

When he shouldn't.

"Down." I whisper, and he follows my orders like a puppet. His eyes are fixed on me the entire time. Only when his head has touched the pillow do I see the fatigue weigh down on his lids. I see him try and force them open, to look at me yet again.

I let out a quiet breath.

"It's a late time." I start. And just like a child being put to bed, his expression twists in a slight frown. But I continue, ignoring his displeasure.

"Sleep, Taehyung. Do not worry about anything."

"I will take care of it."

"No," He mumbles, his fingertips twisting my sleeve. "Mistress, don't leave."

"Mistress."

"I will be right next door." I say playfully, but still he shakes his head with a firm, childish look. "There's only a single wall between us, love."

But how could I ever win against him.

I sigh, at his unwavering stare.

"Very well,"

"I will stay until you fall asleep."