❝ Kim Taehyung was born in the aristocracy, but he was what you call the runt of the litter.
An omega of no worth to his parents.
So when chance to rise in the ranks presents itself, they use him as their sacrifice.
Taehyung was never supposed to wa...
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The nights that came after the incident carried a strange change, it was peaceful rather than cold.
The tugging of the covers never went away, rather it became more obvious, but not near his feet.
The tug always came from behind him, followed by the dipping of the bed, as if someone was pulling the covers and lying down beside him.
Taehyung, however, never willed himself to turn around to face whatever it was. It would become real if he acknowledged it. Despite ignoring its existence, sleep was nowhere to be found for him. His eyes would only give up staring at the wall when the safety of daylight would cross its way to his bed.
His butler grew concerned over his complexion and began to take him to the lake behind the villa. He would have his afternoon tea under the willow tree near it. The days spent in the serenity of the villa and surroundings were helping him get through the terror-struck nights he had been forced to through. He wonders briefly if selling this property would solve his problems. If only, it wasn't haunting the house after all. It was haunting Taehyung.
Returning to his bedroom, he had fallen asleep during the late hours of the afternoon while reading a book. He woke up around dusk to a knock on his closed bedroom doors.
"Come in," Taehyung answered, voice groggy with sleep, knowing it was his butler.
"Sir, would you have dinner at the usual time or should I inform the staff to delay the preparations?" He asked Taehyung, regretting that he had awoken his master. He's noticed the dark circles around his eyes.
"It's okay. Let the dinner be served at the usual time,"
"Sure thing, Sir.
And would your guest be staying tonight as well?" He continues, surprising Taehyung. He finally turns to look at his butler, his heart beating loudly at the mention of a guest he had never invited. The events of the time he had invited the Alpha began flooding his mind. He couldn't allow something like that to happen again.
"Guest? I have no guests over as far as I remember," he said, hating how his butler looked utterly confused.
What makes seconds slow down is that his butler adjusts his neck to look towards the couches near the foot of the bed...
An uncomfortable feeling settled in his guts as if his heart had fallen into the depths of abyss. Looking past the foot of the bed felt ominous to him but he did.
A man was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands, the one that had been in his lap moments ago. As if sensing his gaze he lifts his head, towards Taehyung who all but halts all his moments.
He felt like a stone with a beating heart, he didn't know this man, he was sure he hadn't seen him yesterday or any day.
His brown eyes pinned Taehyung to his bed, trapping him in them, making it hard to breath.
The longer he stared the more queasy his stomach felt. He wanted to look away but he was falling in deeper for reasons he couldn't fathom.
It was dragging him towards depths his heart wouldn't be able to bear.
"I'm sorry, Sir Jeon," the butler addressed the man on the couch, making Taehyung jerk his head towards the butler.
"Sir Kim hasn't been sleeping well lately. He must have forgotten that you were here. Please excuse him," The butler bowed to the man as if he too was one of the aristocracy. Taehyung had never seen the man at any of the banquets or balls he had been allowed to attend.
"Mhm," the man, 'Sir Jeon', responds, looking back down at the book he was holding, "He tends to do that, doesn't he? Ignores people's presence, forgets that I've been here since the first day," he muses as he turns the pages of the book.
"Have you, sir ?" The butler looks at him befuddled,
"I have, I arrived with him," Sir Jeon smiles, not looking up from the book.
"Yes you have, Sir Jeon," repeats the butler monotonously, as if spellbound.
"How long have I been here, butler Byung Chul?"
"You arrived with Sir Kim, my lord," Byung Chul repeated, changing the way he had addressed the man earlier.
"What did we have for dinner that night?"
"Your favourites, my lord. Beef Tenderloin with Ginger-Shiitake Brown Butter and cheesecakes for dessert," he recites the menu that had been served to Taehyung when he had first arrived.
"Good, you may leave now," he dismisses Taehyung's butler, who bows deeper than before and leaves without a question asked.
Taehyung looked at the man stunned and horrified. He had witnessed his butler be compelled and have his memories muddled. And the "man" doing it hadn't even raised a brow while at it.
He was scared.
He was scared of whoever this was. Whoever it was sitting on the couch.
He stood up and made his way to Taehyung, making him press against the headboard of the bed. He smiled at Taehyung as if he was a long-lost friend, but it only made him want to put as much distance between them as possible..
"Oh, mine," he said making goosebumps crawl on Taehyung's skin, making him finally realise who...or what it was.
"You shouldn't be scared of me," he said reaching for Taehyung's hair, making flinch at his approach,
"I would never harm you," he said, amused. He proceeded to tuck that stray strand behind his ear again and caressed Taehyung's cheeks, all while Taehyung stayed stupified on the bed.
"W-what did you do to him?" Taehyung built the courage to ask,
"Just adjusted a few of his memories so that nobody would hinder our reunion. But don't worry, I would never do something like that to you," he whispered, bending to Taehyung's level.
"Why?" Taehyung asks on the brink of tears.
"Because I want all of you."
He said before he stood up and disappeared into thin air again.
