Satan's Protectors (Taekook)

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It was currently Sunday at night. Hoseok had left earlier due to the fact his father wanted him to practice his powers more. It left just Taehyung at home since his mother worked at night on Sundays and Fridays. And he hated it. Usually he would talk with his mom till he got tired but tonight he had an unsettling feeling sitting with him.

Ever since he opened that box in his dads office he felt uncomfortable and like he was being watched.

Looking at his phone the time read 1 am and if he didn't go to bed soon he'd be a wreck for school.

However he just couldn't sleep. So he decided to get a glass of warm milk with sugar. A childish drink yet it always helped him sleep. So making his way downstairs feeling very uncomfortable in his own house he made it to the kitchen.

He had to blink a few times due to the bright light but he got used to it and made his way to the fridge.

Attempting to get a glass he mentally cursed his mom for being so tall. His favourite mug that was light yellow was in the highest shelf. He couldn't even reach it on his tippy toes.

His heart beat raced when he felt a presence behind him. A slightly pale and tanned hand with dark purple nails extended above him and got the mug.

You know how most people have a fight or flight mode? Right now Taehyung didn't know what to do. He felt the the persons body press up against him and hand him the mug. Wrapping their hands around his waist and he feels a soft sensation on his neck.

"Thank you for releasing me" the voice spoke in his ears. A deep and soothing voice that sent shivers throughout his body.

But Taehyung was confused and angry at himself. Why wasn't he moving? Why was he letting whoever they were do this to him.

Finally snapping out of his trance Taehyung put down the mug and turned around only to be met with nothing. But he swore he could feel the person still holding him.

"I just need sleep" is what he tells himself as he continues what he originally came into the kitchen to do.

As he was waiting for the milk to heat up he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If he didn't like being home alone before then he doesn't like it now.

'Thank you for releasing me'

The males voice rung in his ears as he remembered the moment so clearly. He wished he had turned around to see him but he was stuck in that position.

The purple nails.

Could it be he released something from the box?