"Crimson Desires"

Friend?

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she heard Taehyung's voice behind her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. Startled, she turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise as she met his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

"Your Highness," y/n murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath catching in her throat as Taehyung drew closer, his presence casting a spell of enchantment upon the room.

As he approached, his proximity sending a surge of heat coursing through her veins, the lady felt a flush rise to her cheeks, her pulse quickening with every step he took. His words, a whisper of admiration and intrigue, resonated in the air like the haunting melody of a forgotten dream, stirring something deep within her soul.

"You're more beautiful without a mask, my lady," Taehyung's voice was soft, his eyes alight with a fire that ignited her senses, his gaze penetrating the barriers of her defenses with an intensity that left her breathless.

In that moment, the lady found herself ensnared in the magnetic pull of Taehyung's presence, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of desire and uncertainty. With each passing second, the distance between them dissolved, until they stood on the precipice of a forbidden temptation, their destinies entwined in the delicate dance of fate.

"Please excuse me my lord, Im not allowed to talk to anyone." She was ready to leave. Y/n's panic deepened as Taehyung's hand came to rest on her arm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. She tried to pull away, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and uncertainty, but his grip remained firm, anchoring her in place.

"Did Jungkook tell you that?" Taehyung's laughter echoed in the dimly lit corridor, his amusement a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within y/n's mind. With a sense of desperation, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to find the words to convey her distress.

"He's still the same possessive, controlling king, don't worry about him, my lady. I can handle him," Taehyung's reassurance fell upon her ears like a lifeline, his words a beacon of hope amidst the storm of uncertainty.

Yet, even as she tried to find solace in Taehyung's words, y/n couldn't shake the feeling of dread that coiled in the pit of her stomach. Beneath the veneer of Taehyung's charm and confidence, she sensed a darkness lurking, a shadow of danger that threatened to consume her fragile sense of security.

"No, you can't," y/n voice trembled with uncertainty as she met Taehyung's gaze, though a note of hesitation lingered in her tone. She knew she needed to stand her ground, no matter how tempting it is for her to just talk casually with king taehyung. She can't erase the punishments she will receive once jungkook found out she talk with someone else.

Taehyung's laughter faded, replaced by a look of intrigue mixed with a hint of challenge. "Why, my lady? Do you think I'm no match for your king? Do you know who I am?" His words hung in the air, laden with a sense of mystery and anticipation.

Confusion clouded the lady's thoughts as she struggled to make sense of Taehyung's cryptic question. She had heard whispers of Taehyung's reputation, tales of his power and influence, but the true extent of his identity remained shrouded in mystery.

"I... I don't know," y/n admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't change anything. I... I can't disobey him, no matter who you are."

"Hmm this is new, did he hold you captive against your will."

Y/n's shock deepened as Taehyung's question pierced the air like a dagger, his tone laced with a chilling nonchalance that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I... I don't understand," y/n stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she struggled to process the gravity of Taehyung's words.

Taehyung's gaze softened, a flicker of empathy glimmering in his eyes as he regarded the lady with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. "It's okay, you're not his first muse," he said, his voice gentle yet tinged with sorrow. "There's one, but I forgot her name. Too sad she died young."

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her heart heavy with a sense of foreboding. The realization that she may not be the first to fall prey to Jungkook's controlling grip sent a surge of fear coursing through her veins, her thoughts consumed by the specter of tragedy that loomed over her fate.

"Why did she die?" Curiosity was evident in Y/n's voice. But before taehyung could answer. Jungkook's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, "What's taking you so long?" his words a sharp reminder of the precariousness of her situation.With a quick glance at Taehyung, she immediately stride in-front of jungkook.

"I'm sorry, Your majesty," y/n murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she hurried to Jungkook's side, her gaze downcast in deference to his authority. With a silent nod, Jungkook led her away from the corridor, his grip firm yet possessive.

Taehyung stop them, a knowing smile played upon his lips, his eyes alight with amusement as he spoke to jungkook, "You've got an obedient queen there," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of irony. "I tried talking to her, but she's not answering me back, I thought she's mute."

Y/n stood frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest as Taehyung's words reverberated through the corridor like a chilling echo. His jest about her silence sent a wave of indignation coursing through her, the implication of her compliance cutting deeper than any blade.

"Did she?" Jungkook's question hung in the air, laden with a hint of curiosity as he awaited Taehyung's response. His eyes flickered with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, a silent challenge lingering in the depths of his gaze.

Taehyung's laughter echoed in the corridor, a hollow sound that reverberated with a sense of unease. With a final glance at the lady, he offered no response to Jungkook's query, his silence speaking volumes as he turned to leave them behind.

As Taehyung disappeared into the shadows of the masquerade, y/n felt a sense of relief wash over her. Y/n turned to follow Jungkook back into the masquerade, her steps guided by a newfound resolve to navigate the intricate dance of power and passion that awaited her. And as she disappeared into the throngs of masked revelers, she knew that the echoes of Taehyung's laughter would linger in her mind.