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Jungkook hasn't visited Namjoon for a year.
The crown prince tries not to be disheartened with that, assuming that Jungkook is still upset with him. But then a year turned into two, then three.
Now, it’s been five years.
More often than not, Namjoon finds himself looking up to Limbo, hoping that the guard he had secretly assigned would inform him that a little angel has finally arrived to spare his prince a little visit.
But alas, none.
Namjoon doesn’t want to think that Jungkook has forgotten about him, or worse, replaced him. He doesn’t let the heartbreak and grief consume him yet because he always held on to the belief that Jungkook loved him, and even if he did stop doing so, the angel would still be kind. He’d at least part with a goodbye, and not leave Namjoon hanging for the next five centuries.
But five years of radio silence is enough to undermine the prince a little.
Still, he tries to be positive. Taehyung and Yoongi visit him a lot, at least once a month. Hoseok and Jimin would send him little trinkets through the demon shapeshifter, and it’s almost funny how Yoongi always carried at least two bags of something every single time he came to visit. Sometimes, Taehyung would also bring Seokjin with him, and Namjoon would be ecstatic. He knew how uncomfortable his hyung was in hell, but to know that the angel would gladly set aside his discomfort for him means a lot.
He tries to ask about Jungkook of course, but Seokjin always says the same thing. His eyes drift away as he says, “He’s… fine. At least, as fine as he could be without you.”
Namjoon knows that a small part of Seokjin still resents him for hurting his brother, and the prince knows that he’ll spend the rest of his life asking for both his and Jungkook’s forgiveness.
The prince also learns from them that the world has quietly accepted BTS’ disbandment, too. Against all odds, some fans were still hoping they’d make a surprise comeback, but the members also didn’t know how to tell them that one of them was literally gone.
As the years passed by, the sadness dwindled, but the hope began to turn fiery.
There were some fans who still looked for RM too, and Namjoon tries not to think of their heartbroken faces after finding out that their favorite idol was indeed a demon, and has just disappeared from the surface of the earth without an explanation. It still hurts when he thinks of the faces that eroded all his edges.
Namjoon is only snapped out of his reverie when someone knocks inside his private quarters. Namjoon might not yet be accredited to sit on the throne in the throne room, he still, however, had his own spot. Kind of like an office.
“Enter.”
The demon walks in. It’s Adramelech.
“Your highness,” He says in a language only demons can understand. “We have news.”
Namjoon hums uninterestedly, barely even looking up. His pile of work that was staring right back at him from where he’s seated was tumultuous. His hand already aches from the scrolls he had to sign. “What is it?”
“Hell has gained another fallen angel.”
Namjoon tries not to wince. “What did they do this time?”
Angels fall down into hell for a variety of reasons. Mostly because they allow themselves to be tainted by sin. The most common reasons are like those of Lucifer, who allowed their knowledge to get the best of them, making them greedy and rebellious. There’s also the occasional stories of angels being blinded with earthly riches and human flesh, aiding humans in their road to sin.
Whatever it is, Namjoon knows that these angels are usually scornful and angry. Once they get one every few centuries, it’s always a trouble to help them adjust into their new life. If it weren’t for the covenant that God has struck with the then king of the demons—to allow his fallen angels to live peacefully here in hell—Namjoon would surely have a fun time disciplining those ungrateful brats into submission. Namjoon knows that God only did that because he’s still merciful and he still loved them in one way or another. Though Namjoon thinks that they don’t really deserve the privilege.
“This angel didn’t do anything, my prince. As a matter of fact, he comes in peace.”
“He—what?” Namjoon’s eyebrows couldn’t help but raise. “They didn’t do anything?! How could that be?”
Adramelech nods. “He’s here, your Highness. Shall I allow him to meet you?”
Namjoon’s curiosity grew as he nodded. He knows it’s customary for the royal family to greet those angels who have fallen, and despite hating to do this every single time, Namjoon feels himself getting eager. What a peculiar little angel.
He’s not given enough time to wonder, however. Because Adramelech leaves for a while, and he returns with another creature in tow.
When Namjoon sees who it is, the pen on his hand drops the same way his heart plummeted to the ground.
“J-Jungkook.”
The fallen angel only looks at him half-amusedly. The corner of his lips tilting upward as he marvels in the shock so openly displayed on the prince’s face. He then bows, almost in mocking. “Your Highness.”
Namjoon is still frozen, his mouth agape as he registers Jungkook in hell. Every cell in his body runs cold, the reality that Jungkook is… is a fallen angel still not making any sense inside his feeble mind.
What could have gone wrong?
“What are y-you doing here?”
Jungkook shrugs, nonchalant. “I think he—” The fallen angel points to Adramelech. “Told you already of what happened.”
It’s so odd not being able to see Jungkook glowing with his angelic halo. While he still looked breathtakingly beautiful, Namjoon was unable to grasp his new look of being anything but pure.
“Adramelech, leave u-us please.” Namjoon commands, and the other demon exits with one last bow. Once the door slams shut, Namjoon springs to his feet. His knees wobble a little, breath a bit shaky as he walked across the room to reach Jungkook. Holy shit it really is him.
“Jung—Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon breathes. After five years of not seeing him, this isn’t how Namjoon expected to meet him again. “You—what the—what are you doing here? What in the—what the actual fuck is the meaning of this?”
This close and all alone, Jungkook finally allows himself to smile. Namjoon’s breath almost got knocked out of his throat at the foreign but familiar sight.
“You heard the peacock,” Jungkook smirks, referring to Adramelech. “I’m a fallen angel now.”
Namjoon wants to pull his own hair out. “But—why?!”
Jungkook suddenly raises his palm, cupping Namjoon’s cheeks gently before stepping close. Oh how he had missed his angel’s touch.
“Because I gave up my wings for the next five hundred years.”
At that moment, Namjoon could have sworn that if it weren’t for the hand holding his face—grounding him—he would have crumpled into the ground. He would have melted like ice placed into a fire, for nothing could have ever prepared him for that.
“You…” Namjoon gapes. “But why on earth would you do that?”
“Simple.” Jungkook shrugs, another smirk adorning his lips. “Because the same way you promised to never leave me, I also swore to never let you go. Ever. I’m just making the most out of my oath.”
For a moment, Namjoon thought Jungkook spoke in a foreign language. Absolutely nothing about that made sense, and he couldn’t get the logic of God’s most favorite angel actually giving up the essence of his existence. For him.
“Jungkook—” Namjoon didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry. “Why would you do something this—this crazy?!”
Jungkook smirks brazenly, and Namjoon briefly wonders if hell was rubbing off on him way too fast. “I thought it was fun. Heaven was getting boring anyways. I thought I could go for a change of scenery.”
“Jungkook this isn’t—” Namjoon squawks indignantly, making Jungkook giggle under his breath. “This is serious, Kook. You shouldn’t have—your wings! You shouldn’t have given them up for me.”
But then Jungkook’s face suddenly turned somber. All traces of teasing leaving them as he stared back fearlessly at his now ruler.
“I believe that was my decision to make.” He says firmly, tone not leaving anything for discussion. “Besides, who says I’m never getting them back again?”
Once again, Namjoon finds himself gawking. “ What?! ”
Jungkook grins, saccharine sweet, as if he only finds the whole situation humorous instead of something so consequential to his being.
“You underestimate me, your Highness. You have forgotten how much God favored me as an angel.” He says almost arrogantly, and Namjoon reminds himself that now is not the proper time for him to be turned over how hot Jungkook looked when he’s this confident.
“If you can make a deal with the devil, then I myself can make a bargain with God. I gave up my wings for the next five hundred years, and when it’s done, I can get them back. The only condition God has for me is that I would return to my job as a soul guider for another five centuries once it’s done. I guess singing for him for most of my life had done wonders to gain his favor. Plus, we garnered a few brownie points for being able to stop that war.” He explained, almost nonchalantly. “Seokjin is keeping them safe by the way. My wings.”
It’s not supposed to sound that simple, but Jungkook is making it sound like it was the easiest and most logical decision he has ever made.
Namjoon wanted to shake him. Why doesn’t he look like he regrets it?
“Jungkook, but y-you’re—you are an angel.” Namjoon said as if Jungkook didn’t know. “You shouldn’t have just given up your wings for me.”
But Jungkook only scoffs. “And what? You’d make me wait for five centuries for you? Make me wait for the day Seokjin will finally come up to Earth and tell me you’ve finally found yourself a mate? Telling me that I’ve lost you forever.” He rolls his eyes. “No can do, baby. I’m an angel, maybe fallen, but I’m—I’m still fearless.”
A short breath emits from Namjoon’s lips. He’s so taken aback—so caught off guard and he didn’t know if he can just accept this. But what can he do? Jungkook said it himself, it was his decision to make. Plus, his wings were already gone, and there’s no taking them back anymore, at least not for the next five hundred years.
All Namjoon can do now is to make sure that his stay would be worthwhile. But first...
“Jungkook, you’re so, so stupid.”
Jungkook snorts brattily. Not even a day in hell and he’s already getting the hang of being a menace. “Says someone who gave up his freedom for the next five hundred years just to keep me safe.”
“I—” Namjoon can’t defend himself from that. “Weren't you even scared? Jungkook, surely, you have thought about this right?”
Jungkook blinks at him, unamused. “Of course, why do you think I’ve taken so long to see you?”
Ah. So that’s why Jungkook never stopped by. He needed the time to both think of a plan and actually push through with it. It wasn’t a decision he made overnight. It took him years to even entertain the thought, and a few more to actually go through the process.
All sorts of grouchiness over the fact that Jungkook didn’t visit him flies out of the window. Still, just to be annoying, the demon prince pouts. “You didn’t even visit me.”
The fallen angel snorts, both humourlessly and fond.
“Well I’m sorry, your Majesty. I was nursing a broken heart while simultaneously having an existential crisis. You have to forgive me.” Jungkook says sarcastically, and Namjoon rewards him with a pinch to his waist. “Ouch!”
“You brat!” Namjoon huffs, even as he runs to the angel and finally wraps him in his arms. Five years of being separated felt like five eons, and Namjoon could only bury himself against Jungkook’s neck, greedily inhaling that scent he’s missed for so long. He might no longer be an angel, but Jungkook still smelled absolutely heavenly. “I want to be mad at you, but I’m just—I’m really happy you’re here. You—you came to hell for me and I… Jungkook, fuck, I missed you so much.”
Jungkook all but melts into his arms. He hugs Namjoon back equally as tight, burying his face against his prince’s shoulder. Oh how long had he yearned for this? Namjoon’s hug alone already made giving up his wings absolutely worth it.
“I missed you too, hyung. So, so much.” He whispers back before he clears his throat and he pulls back slightly. “But before you get all sappy on me, please lead me to the king and queen first. I have a message to deliver.”
Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow. “What is it?”
“It’s for the king and queen.” Jungkook reiterates, poking Namjoon on his dimple. “Now, come on.”
He intertwines their fingers together, and Namjoon finally finds his footing to lead them to his parents. Whatever Jungkook has to say… he hopes it’s good news. After all, he knows how Satan feels about Jungkook, and Namjoon’s pretty sure that he won’t exactly be too ecstatic at their newest unwanted guest.
And so Namjoon is utterly nervous as he knocks on the door of the throne room. His hands are clammy as he raises his fist, but Jungkook only smiles at him and that gives him an extra boost.
“Who is it?” His father calls out from the inside.
“It’s me.” Namjoon opens the door by a portion, enough to poke his head in. “With our new fallen angel.”
News must have travelled fast, because his father didn’t even look surprised.
“So I heard we gained another.” He muses, before sighing deeply. “Let them in.”
With that, Namjoon fully pushes the door open using his trembling fingers. His eyes immediately zero in on his mother sitting by his father’s side. The queen was sipping her coffee that she had tasked Yoongi to bring to her religiously every time he visited hell, while the king merely looked bored.
But the moment Namjoon’s companion enters the room, the king’s spine straightens up, and the coffee mug on the queen’s hand falls unto the ground, the ceramic smashing into tiny pieces.
“You!” The king bellows, eyes flashing red in anger. While the queen emits a small, “Oh.” She must have recognized the angel’s face.
Impressively, Jungkook didn’t cower. Even as Namjoon protectively stood in front of him, Jungkook’s enite demeanour proved to be dauntless. He even bows respectfully, purposely being ignorant of Satan’s menacing glare. “Your Majesty.”
“How did you—” The king grits out, already on his legs as his fangs protruded. “How did you get in here?”
Jungkook looks up confidently, the only reason Namjoon knew he was at least slightly nervous was because the hand around his own tightened momentarily. “I’m the newest fallen angel, my King. And I come with a message from God.”
Jungkook almost sounded proud as he said that, sending the king to another bout of shock.
“I—” Smoke literally brew from his ears. “Bring it forward then.” He commands unkindly, making no attempt to hide his disdain for the man clinging unto Namjoon’s side.
Gently, Jungkook disentangles his fingers from Namjoon’s hand. He then plucks a magical scroll from his side, and he gingerly offers it to the king. Satan only snatches it from him, grunting as he read the letter hastily.
Namjoon will admit that he, too, is curious about the letter, moreso when his father’s face became increasingly agitated the more he read the message Jungkook delivered.
“You—” His tone is accusatory, Satan’s fingers crumpling the scroll as he glared angrily at the angel. Frustration was evident as his shoulders shook with barely hidden contempt. “You are cunning, I have to give you that.” He grits out through his teeth.
It seems that Jungkook has taken that as a compliment; he grins.
“Father? Jungkook?” Namjoon couldn’t help but ask. The sight of his glowering father and a smug looking Jungkook confused him as much as his mother was. “What is it? What did God say?”
Jungkook turns to him and his smile only brightens. Namjoon would even say that it almost looked innocent.
“It’s a recommendation letter.” He says. “God’s showing his endorsement for me to be your new mate, plus, He also explained how my wings are currently in a pawnshop right now.”
For the nth time that day, Namjoon finds himself standing in ice-cold shock in yet another goddamn revelation.
“Wait—my what?!”
With her curiosity getting the best of her, the queen stands from her throne to reach out for the scroll on her mate’s hands. Namjoon watches as she reads the letter pensively, a look of awe and shock predominant in her eyes, with small hints of regard. She retreats to her seat silently.
“I assumed you still haven’t found anyone to share your life with, right? At least, that’s what Seokjin has informed me.” Jungkook says it like it was the easiest thing to puzzle up. “Therefore, I asked God to give me an extra boost.”
He talks as if God was just his ex-employer and Jungkook is just applying for a new job in Hell with Satan as his new supervisor. Namjoon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“He’s smart.” The queen comments, already having a new mug on her hand. The king glares at her but she only shrugs. “And besides, I don’t think your son is opposed to it.”
The king emits a sound of pure anger and contemptuousness, but Namjoon was busy staring at Jungkook’s face, barely even able to his awe.
I’m an angel, hyungie. I’m fearless.
“Great. So I don’t have just one, but two kids who wish to be bound to literal angels. ” Satan grits out, his nostrils actually flaring out with smoke in irritation. “Fuck my life.”
“Technically, I’m fallen, my King. That makes me eligible, right?” Jungkook says almost mockingly, and Namjoon didn’t know if he should warn him about angering the devil or sit back and watch this free entertainment.
“Shut up.” The king snaps, but Jungkook didn’t give up his wings just to be silenced.
“I heard that the only people you want the crown prince to mate with is someone who belongs in hell, which I do now. Someone who can be a ruler and a companion to your son as he governs over the Underworld, which may take me some time to learn, but I’m an ex-Seraphim, my Lord. We’re not just born as the highest of the angels, but I also learn easily.” He says with a certain confidence Namjoon has never seen in him. “It’s just a great plus that your son would also be on board now, would he?”
Jungkook widens his eyes at Namjoon threateningly, daring him to go against his words.
“I—” Namjoon gulps, clearing his throat as he is thoroughly intimidated by that mildly threatening look. “Of course, I-I am.”
The queen snickers behind her mug, amused at how the angel already has her son wrapped around his finger. Again, behind every queen is an acquiescent husband.
Or in this case… soon-to-be king.
“You’re great at selling yourself, I’ll give you that.” Satan huffs, crossing his arms as he glared at the angel even more ferociously. “But what makes you think that I’m going to agree?”
The fallen angel doesn’t allow himself to be deterred by Satan’s crude smirk. While he knew that the devil would undoubtedly have the biggest say on whom Namjoon will wed, Jungkook is more than confident already.
“Your Highness, with all due respect, I believe you don’t have any reason not to. I have proven myself to you—my loyalty to your crown prince by giving up my wings just to be here. Besides, would you rather have your son rule with someone he despises that would ultimately lead to the crumble of their governance?” His eyes twinkle with mirth, knowing that what he was saying was inherently logical. “I surely hope not.”
A flash of respect momentarily shines in the devil’s eyes. As much as he hated it, he was impressed.
Still, he only clenches his jaw tighter. He is the devil, and despite him being outsmarted, he refuses to make it easy. “So this is your courtship for my son then.”
“If that is what you want it to be.” Jungkook shrugs. “As long as I get to be Namjoon’s mate, then you may call it whatever you want, your Majesty.”
Despite literally playing with fire with the actual king of demons, Jungkook was acting like the ball was already on his court. Namjoon was so fucking in love with him… and maybe a little turned on.
Before Satan can open his mouth though, the lone woman in the room interrupts the discourse. “Why conduct a courtship when you’re going to get married anyways? My King, we’re already getting old. Namjoon has deterred finding a spouse long enough. Why waste more time?”
“You—” Satan squints his eyes at her, as if to say you were supposed to be by my side. “Why would you support this?”
The queen only lifts one of her shoulders in a shrug. As much as she hated to admit it, Jungkook has indeed proven himself to her—to them actually, and she no longer had any qualms about letting him have her son’s hand in marriage. “He’s smart and cunning. Strategic, too. He’d make a good ruler.” Before she adds, “At least we got a decent one your son is not vehemently disagreeing with.”
Jungkook will admit, he does feel pleased to know that Namjoon has kept his word. He’s still rejecting all those who have tried to steal him away without a second thought. Good.
The king was obviously being swayed. As much as he hated this angel in front of him, the reasonable and logical part of his brain knew he made sense.
“So you,” He spat, and when Namjoon looks up to his father, he sees him looking directly at his angel. “You wish to have a wedding then?”
Jungkook grins, already knowing that he’s about to win. “I don’t want just a wedding.” He says. “I want our spirits to be binded.”
Again, Namjoon wonders, how many surprises can he handle in a single day. His eyes snap towards the angel, mouth falling to the ground once again.
“You—what?!” Both the devil and the devil’s child exclaimed. The queen merely cocks an elegant brow, looking like she already expected it.
Jungkook maintains his calm smile. “In five hundred years, I’m going to gain my wings back, but I do not wish to be denied entry here in my new home. Also, Namjoon is only bound to live for another what—six hundred years. That doesn’t give us enough time, especially not for an immortal being like me.”
Never has the devil met such a greedy angel, especially one who fell from heaven not more than a day ago. He doesn’t know whether to be flabbergasted or impressed at his son’s choice for a mate.
“But my son won’t be able to reach Sentro then!” The devil reasons out, looking at Namjoon as if to say you can’t be agreeing to this.
But the prince barely looked bothered. His hand reaches out for Jungkook’s palms again, and the thought of never reaching Sentro doesn’t even scare him. As a matter of fact, he can be offered to go to heaven, but if it’s not with Jungkook, then he would rather burn in hell.
“It’s okay.” He says, and he could see Jungkook smiling at him. “We can—we can produce an heir like what we have always done. And by the time they're old enough to rule, I’ll be free and… Jungkook and I can be together. We can enter Sentro i-if Jungkook dies. His spirit would be bound to me anyways.”
That—that made sense. When their spirit is bound, Namjoon would not only become immortal with no millennium deadline, but if Jungkook also died, he would garner the privilege of going to Sentro and not merely disintegrating and returning to heaven like what would happen if he died as a mere angel.
If Namjoon was a four hundred year old demon now, then by the time he would be free, his child would also be old enough to rule as well. Namjoon and Jungkook would raise them like a true king, and they could leave Hell to them after the next five hundred years. Similar to how Namjoon only has three hundred more years before his father handed over hell to him before he reaches his 1000th birthday and finally enters Sentro with his queen.
Also, the promise of an heir has the king’s ears perking up. Producing an offspring has never required pregnancy like the humans, instead it is a result of a coagulation of their spirits and efforts—it requires a ceremony to become one, and the child to be born would come out as an infant in a matter of days once the blessing is given. The king had always wanted a grandchild.
“Exactly.” Jungkook smirks, ecstatic that Namjoon gets his point. “We’re just buying time.”
The sound of a chuckle reverberates around the room, and all three gentlemen’s eyes snap towards the most powerful woman in the Underworld. The queen looked thoroughly amused at her newest son-in-law to be. Jungkook reminded her of herself—cunning, bewitching, brilliant.
A wonderful choice to be the next ruler of Hell.
“Angels are really intelligent, huh?” She muses, taking another sip of her black coffee before placing the mug down. She stares at her husband earnestly. “If you’re not gonna bind them, then I will.”
Namjoon’s heart leaps. While he knew that his mother can’t actually do it, it makes him happy to know that she is on his side. He and his mother might not be loving like those other kids, but ever since that almost-war five years ago, he always knew that he could count on her.
“Stop condoning this. This is insane.” The king growls, although everyone can see that his decision is no longer as resolute. “I cannot just let an angel infiltrate my kingdom.”
But Jungkook takes this opportunity to say something once again.
“I beg to differ, my king. I think it would be one of the best decisions you would ever make.” He says confidently, and Namjoon briefly wonders how well did he prepare for this meeting today. All that’s missing is a PowerPoint presentation. “Imagine the heir me and your son will be able to produce, along with the heir Seokjin and your second son will be able to create. They’re bound to be powerful—one for heaven, and one for hell.”
The king’s eyes glow at that. The words of the angel igniting an image inside his head that spoke of power and pride—something he could boast in Sentro once he enters it and meets with their great grandfathers.
This could either go wonderfully right or horrifically wrong. The heirs the two sets of siblings could produce would renew a covenant that has long been dormant. The offsprings would bring angels and demons together, and even if the great divide between the two creatures existed for a reason, the king knew that being able to unite both beings would make them all infinitely more powerful. One for heaven and one for hell, two offsprings bearing the blood of both evil and goodness since Jungkook is still an angel on hold. A perfect balance—two cousins who possess the power of both heaven and hell.
And it will be the current Satan’s greatest pride to say that he played a role in this plan—of bringing together two realms that were long divided. And if God had given Jungkook his go signal, then surely he knew what was about to happen. Satan can’t let God take all the credit.
The king suddenly descends from his throne, a few steps of his mini staircase until he reaches right at Jungkook’s level. Namjoon scoots closer, wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s waist. But he doesn’t move to shield him, not when Jungkook himself is not backing down. His angel is strong—fearless. He’s so close to proving himself.
The king then bends lower, until he’s face to face with the fallen angel. Auburn eyes glow with a threat, but Jungkook remains unflinching. “You mess up once, and I will make your life a living hell.”
To everyone’s utter surprise, the fallen angel dares to chuckle.
“With all due respect, your Majesty,” Jungkook smirks as if he was the one with a crown on his head. Fearless as always. “I’m already in it.”
There was no crowd around them, but Namjoon could’ve sworn he heard a standing ovation.
But in all honesty, the prince didn’t know if he should pull Jungkook back and shield him from his Father’s impending wrath. While he marvels at his beloved’s bravery, Namjoon briefly fears for his life too. He holds his breath as the king glared at him pointedly, the tip of his horn poking at Jungkook’s hair. The king’s face is stoic—impassive. His eyes don’t give anything away as he searched Jungkook’s challenging gaze.
Alas, Namjoon might not know if it was the right thing to say, but the king soon pulls back and Namjoon knows he has found what he was looking for. With a bated breath that he shared with his mother, he watches the king retreat to his throne, almost too coolly. Namjoon feared it was only the calm before the storm, and his grip on Jungkook’s hand inevitably tightened.
Until, the king yells. “Adramelech!”
Namjoon wondered if this is it. If the king would suddenly command the lower ranking demon to punish such a brazen angel in the depths of hell’s fires. Of course, Namjoon wouldn’t allow it, but he also feared that his father might move too fast and he wouldn’t be able to save Jungkook without any long lasting damages.
To everyone’s complete and utter surprise, however, the moment Adramelech enters, the king still remains imperturbable. His eyes did not lift from the angel and his son as he spoke his next words.
“Let everyone know that the queen would be hosting a ball in five sunsets. We’re celebrating the crown prince and his beau’s new engagement. Hell will rejoice!”
All three heads snap towards the king’s passive expression, even the queen looks shocked, but it’s quickly replaced by excitement knowing that she gets to plan another ball. Her favorite pastime. Namjoon and Jungkook visibly relax, and the young prince offers his parents a smile he doesn’t think he has ever given them in his life.
Adramelech bows before he steps out. “Yes, your Majesty.”
“Father, thank you.” Namjoon exclaims, bowing deeply to his parents. He can feel Jungkook imitating him. “You too, mother. Thank you.”
“Thank you, your Majesties. Thank you for accepting me.” Jungkook himself exclaims, the joy in his voice undeniable.
When they both raise their heads, there’s a glint of respect showing in the king’s eyes as he stares at Jungkook and his son. He might not like the fallen angel in entirety, but knowing that Jungkook has truly gained his regard would be enough—he has been acknowledged and accepted.
“Just don’t make me regret my decision.” The king warns, although there’s barely any bite. It’s not that he lost, since letting these two have their way would bear great fruit in the future. But the devil does look mildly defeated. “Now go and prepare for your ball. In a month, you two will wed. Around the same time, I’ll officiate your spirit bind.”
Namjoon laughs, childlike and excited. He might not have the best parents in the world, but surely, he’d spend an extra effort this coming Father’s day and Mother’s day for them. “I want nothing more, Father, Mother. Thank you.”
With that, Jungkook and Namjoon take their exit. The prince all but drags his fiancé to his bedroom, and no one and absolutely no one (except a giggling Jungkook) had to see the skip in the gleeful prince’s step as he made his way to his own chambers.
The moment the door to Namjoon’s bedroom shuts, he presses Jungkook against it and crashes their lips together.
He vaguely registers that this is the first time they’ve kissed after five years of being apart. Namjoon was too shocked to kiss him earlier when he showed up in literal hell. But it seems that Jungkook missed him just as much, for he meets Namjoon’s kiss in a heartbeat. The joy radiating from the two of them was palpable—they were both so happy that this is real.
They could finally be together.
“Hyung,” Jungkook groans when Namjoon sinks down to his neck, his arms immediately wrapping around Namjoon’s neck as he hisses. “Joonie, oh my, oh. ”
“Kook,” Namjoon is both so turned on and so emotional he wants to pin Jungkook to the wall and fuck him while crying happy tears. “I’m so happy, god, I love you. I missed you so much.”
Jungkook giggles, sweet and still angelic. “I missed you too, hyungie. But I’m here now. And I’m going to be here with you forever.”
The thought of having a lifetime with Jungkook sends Namjoon’s heart into a frenzy. He bites down on Jungkook’s neck, and relishes in the moan the angel emits. But just before he can get ahead of himself, he pulls back a little to look Jungkook in the eye.
“Why’d you stop?” Jungkook whines, and Namjoon couldn’t help but kiss his pout.
“Kook, just… before we do this, I,” Namjoon mumbles nervously. “Are you sure that you’re really okay with this? Like, all of this?”
Jungkook levels him with a glare of indignance. “Are you seriously asking me that? After I stood up against your father and gave up my wings?”
The thought of Jungkook sacrificing so much for him made Namjoon’s chest stutter. “Kook, I know—I know hell is nothing like heaven, and I’m… I’m not sure if you would like it here. But, are you sure… I know it’s too late because we already told Father. But if you ever change your mind, please know that I won’t ever be offended.”
“Namjoon.” Jungkook deadpans, he doesn’t know if he wanted to smack Namjoon’s head or kiss him senseless just to get his body moving before his mind did. “God, why are you so fucking dense?”
Namjoon chokes.
“Hold down on the cursing, baby.” He reminds him. “You’re already becoming a sinner. ”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, and before Namjoon could blink, he flips them over. Now, the prince has his back pressed against the door, with Jungkook pinning him down, barely even allowing any space between them.
“Namjoon hyung. Look at me, I need you to listen.” He cups Namjoon’s face to ensure that the demon’s eyes are looking nowhere but his face. “I didn’t make this decision overnight, okay? I told you, the reason I didn’t show up for five years was because… because I really thought about this. And I know hell is different, I know it’s nothing like what I’m used to. But remember that night in Limbo? You said it yourself, hell isn’t that bad… and I wanna see it. I want to see that side of hell you’re telling me of, and I know that with you by my side, I know you’ll guide me. I know you won’t leave me. I know you’ll help be as much as I would help you.”
Namjoon’s lips tremble. He needed that reassurance. After everything that happened, he can’t help but feel as if he’s taking so much from Jungkook. It was starting to make him feel tremendously guilty.
But this… this gave him hope.
“Okay. If you’re sure.” He mumbles, leaning down to leave a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s lips. “I just don’t want you to regret anything, my love. You know I just want you to be happy.”
“And I am, baby, with you.” Jungkook swears, as he leans up and kisses Namjoon again. Making him not just feel but also taste his sincerity. “But I won’t be too happy if you stopped kissing me right now, and you won’t finish what you started.”
To prove his point, he grinds down against Namjoon’s crotch. Namjoon could already feel both of them being half-hard, and he couldn’t help but hiss.
“Fuck, since when did you turn into a brat?” Namjoon’s hands found solace on Jungkook’s shoulders, groaning when the angel did it again and even dared to bend forward and bite down on Namjoon’s lips.
“I always was,” He grins cheekily, sucking on Namjoon’s lips with a loud ‘pop’. “Being here in hell just brings out that side of me, I guess. Get used to it.”
Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle. This indeed was a side of Jungkook he definitely wanted to see more of.
“Of course I will.” He promises, crashing their lips longer and more passionately this time. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too, Joonie.” Jungkook answers back. Oh how Namjoon had missed hearing him call the prince ‘Joonie.’ “I love you so much, being without you was hell.”
Namjoon didn’t mean to get emotional, but he, too, remembers the loneliness brought about by his solitary.
“Yeah, me too. Literally.” He says, referring to the fact that he was genuinely in hell both literally and figuratively. “Let’s never be apart again?”
“Not if I can help it.” Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss, and Namjoon doesn’t find a single inkling of doubt in his heart. Not when Jungkook even gave up his wings for him. “I told you, I’d follow you wherever you go.”
Namjoon smiles at him, cups his face and kisses him so deeply that Jungkook’s knees trembled.
“Thank you for giving up your wings for me. I promise I’ll do everything for you not to regret it.” Namjoon mumbles again, pure adoration shining in his eyes.
“I won’t.” Jungkook pecks his lips softly. No more signs of bratiness, just pure, unadulterated love. “Thank you, too, for giving up your freedom just to keep me safe. I love you.”
No more words were said beyond that. Jungkook still has him pinned against the wall, their lips meshed together in a kiss that spoke volumes of how much they missed each other and how much they loved each other. Slowly, Namjoon wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist, gently guiding them towards his bed. Their lips don’t part once, even when Namjoon accidentally stepped on Jungkook’s toes, making the angel giggle.
The moment Jungkook’s back hits the mattress, Namjoon straddles him immediately. Their cocks are now both hard, and the moan Jungkook emits is downright sinful.
But first, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Namjoon couldn’t help but ask.
“Not this again.” Jungkook groans in annoyance, but Namjoon only chuckles.
“I’m just making sure. You’re still… I mean, in my eyes, you’re still an angel. Pure, chaste—”
“—Hyung you literally rode me into oblivion that night—”
“—And,” Namjoon widens his eyes at him in a silent threat that only made Jungkook cackle. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to wait until our wedding night.”
A soft look suddenly crosses Jungkook’s eyes. He preens, and there’s a dopey smile on his face that just made him a million times more adorable.
“Oh.” His eyes crinkled. “Our wedding night.” He giggles as if it was a funny thought and Namjoon was just so fond. Jungkook looked like he’s in the clouds instead of the fiery pits of hell, but then, he shakes his head. “Nah, I wanna do this. Five years was too long, I want to do this now. ”
And Namjoon… five years has never changed Namjoon. He was still so undeniably weak for his precious little angel.
“If you’re sure,” He bends down to kiss him again, and Jungkook meets his kiss with equal vigor. “Come here, baby, and tell me what you want.”
Their clothes fall off easily, sans their underwear. There’s an air of desperation around them—five years taking a toll on their patience. Once Jungkook is all bare in front of them, Namjoon pulls back just to stare at him, eyes turning teary as the reality that this was Jungkook in the flesh right in front of him.
And he will be here forever.
“I love you.” Namjoon buries his face against Jungkook’s neck, creating a constellation of hickeys across Jungkook’s neck. “I’m so glad you find your way back to me.”
Jungkook moans softly when Namjoon nibbled on his sensitive spot. “I’m your—hyung, I’m your guardian angel. Of course, I’ll follow you wherever you go.”
Namjoon bites down on that patch of skin, before he lets out a breathy laugh. “Of course you will. You’re the best guardian angel in the world, thank you.”
Truth be told, Jungkook wanted to tease him for being so sappy, but his words are silenced by Namjoon’s lips on his, swallowing down the moan he emits when the demon prince grinds their crotches together. Their cocks were hard, and the pleasure that shoots through Jungkook’s spine jolts him a little.
“Ah hyung,” He hisses. Biting on Namjoon’s bottom lip by accident. “Oh god—I almost forgot how good that felt.”
Namjoon hums. “We can’t have that.” In response, Namjoon also bites his lips back, making the fallen angel whine. “It’s been what, how long since you’ve had someone in bed?”
Namjoon tries to act nonchalant about it, but Jungkook only snorts.
“If this is your way of asking me if I’ve had anyone else then please, stop,” He pokes Namjoon on his side, making the demon yelp. “You know it’s only been you.”
The selfish part of Namjoon’s brain rejoices at that. “Okay, I wouldn’t have been mad, you know. Would be a little jealous but I’ll—I’ll understand.” Namjoon says even though his face is anything but understanding.
Jungkook chuckles. “If you count my own fingers in my own ass then maybe you hadn’t been the only one inside of me.” He pecks Namjoon’s pout before he squints his eyes at the prince. “Actually, I should be asking you that question. How about you? Anyone you’ve taken to bed since then? Because I am telling you right now, I’m going to be jealous.”
The honesty made Namjoon cackle. Jungkook was just so Jungkook, it was making his heart ache with fondness.
“No one, baby, you know it’s only been you, too. Ever since.” Namjoon kisses him back deeply. “Your cock ruined me for anybody else. Couldn’t even think of having anyone else that wasn’t you.”
The thought obviously pleased Jungkook, a mollified smile on his face.
“That’s what I thought.” He smirks, before burying his own face against Namjoon’s neck, marking up his demon prince with his own teeth and lips. “Can we do that again, hyung? Can we—can I fuck you once more?”
While being a bottom hasn’t crossed Namjoon’s life until Jungkook, he could feel himself starting to harden at having Jungkook’s cock inside of him once again.
Still, he jokes, breathily whispering against Jungkook’s ear. “Damn it, and I was looking forward to watching you finger yourself. Thought you’d show hyung what you learnt while you were away.”
Jungkook visibly shudders. “Ah, n-next time, I promise. Just want you first please. I’m gonna do better this time, I promise.”
“What do you mean better?” Namjoon tuts, cupping his angel’s face. “You’ve always been the best for me, Kookie, and I’m just kidding. I’d love to have your cock inside me again.” Namjoon kisses him deeply. “Go on baby, claim me back. Claim what has always been yours.”
Eyes darkening, Jungkook gulps, and Namjoon almost cooed at the hazy look on his face if only Jungkook didn’t surprise him by pushing him down the mattress with a strength that was driven by years of being apart.
“Mine.” Jungkook says, biting down Namjoon’s neck as if he was a werewolf instead of an angel. He leaves a peck for every word he says. “My prince.” A bite, too. “My mate.” A hickey or two. “My husband.”
Namjoon preens at the words. “Yours, baby. I’m yours as much as you are mine.”
Despite being inexperienced, Jungkook is confident as he lowers himself on Namjoon’s body, pulling down his hyung’s undergarments. Namjoon’s cock springs free, and he gulps. It might have been five years since then, but he still remembers what Namjoon did for him as clear as day.
He starts with a tentative lick against Namjoon’s tip, the demon prince watching him intently with hooded eyes. The angel looked determined, kind of like how he acted in front of the king, and Namjoon knows he’s trying to prove a point.
He can make Namjoon feel good with his mouth.
And boy, he did. After licking his tip, Jungkook then begins sucking on his head. His plump lips wrap around Namjoon’s hard shaft, and he hums when Namjoon’s dick twitches inside his mouth. Pleased at the way his prince’s thighs stiffened underneath his hand. He sinks in lower and lower, until more than half of Namjoon’s cock is in his mouth.
Then without any warning, Jungkook sinks himself all the way to the hilt, choking himself on Namjoon’s cock.
“Oh fucking hell!” Namjoon hisses, hands flying to grip Jungkook’s hair, afraid that the angel must have hurt himself. To both his horror and absolute pleasure, Jungkook’s eyes have teared up, and he positively looked like he wanted to do it again.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines when Namjoon pulls him back, hands pumping the wet cock that was twitching by the second. “I can do it, I promise I can.”
“Baby, I—you might get hurt, I d-don’t want you to overexert yourself.” Namjoon says, because even if that shit blew his mind, he feared Jungkook might have ruptured his throat.
“S’fine,” Jungkook says confidently, pecking Namjoon’s tip and leaving kitten licks along his slit when the price wouldn’t allow him to sink down on his cock again. “Hyunggg, trust me, I got this I promise. I won’t hurt myself.”
Namjoon still looked worried, but Jungkook’s eyes were brimming with resoluteness.
“If it’s too much, you will stop.” Namjoon warns. “Jungkook-ah, I mean it.”
The angel subtly rolls his eyes. Brat. “Fine, I know. Just relax, I got this.”
Namjoon reluctantly loosens his grip in his hair and the fallen angel doesn’t waste a second before he sinks down on his cock again. There’s a sloppiness to his sucks, brought about by obvious inexperience, but Jungkook is eager. He laps at Namjoon’s shaft like it was his favorite popsicle, sucks on his head as if he was draining the last drop from his banana milk, and he chokes himself around it, appreciative of how Namjoon was obviously losing control.
“Shit, Jungkook-ah—fucking hell!”
His hands once again tightened around Jungkook’s long blonde locks, but he didn't pull him back. Namjoon watches with a series of groans tumbling out of his lips as Jungkook’s lips stretched around his fat cock, nose nearly buried against his trimmed pubic hair. It was so hot, Namjoon was sure Jungkook was sucking the life out of him.
Jungkook doesn’t stop giving Namjoon one of the most memorable blowjobs he has ever had. By the time Namjoon had to pull him back, his cock was hard and leaking—an angry red from Jungkook’s sinful ministrations. The angel whines when Namjoon stopped him from having his new favorite candy cock, but it’s cut short when Namjoon kisses him hard.
“Want you inside me right now, Kook-ah,” Namjoon grits out through their kiss. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
Jungkook’s own dick was hard from what he had just done. Every sound of pleasure Namjoon let loose went straight to his cock. He grinds down on Namjoon’s hips for a moment, before nodding.
“Okay, I’ll—I want to stretch you, hyung.”
“Are you sure?” Namjoon quirks a brow. “I can do it myself.”
“No, I—I wanna do it. Please.” He even punctuated his plea with a pout and Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle. So cute.
“Fine.” Like before, Namjoon summons a bottle of lube from thin air with a flick of his wrist. He hands it over to Jungkook. “How do you want me?”
Jungkook gulps. “On all fours, hyung. Please.”
The angel looked so shy as he made his requests, Namjoon wanted to give him the world.
“Okay baby, stretch me good, okay?” Namjoon’s palms then flew to Jungkook’s own cock that was still covered in his boxers. A wet patch already forming on the fabric. “You know how big you are. Hyung needs you to prepare me well.”
Jungkook moans when Namjoon pumps him once, twice, and three more times. “Yes—yes I will. I’ll stretch you well hyungie, I-I promise.”
The prince gives him one last kiss before he flips over. “Good boy.”
Let it be known that the second most powerful creature from hell has never allowed anyone to see him in this position, ever. He looks like a pup that’s asking to be mounted—a presenting wolf aching for a knot. But Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to spread his ass cheeks for the man behind him, chuckling at the choked out noise Jungkook emits as he stares at Namjoon’s pretty pink rim.
“Anytime now, angel.”
Jungkook didn’t even realize he was staring and drooling, but he indeed moved forward. He starts by fondling Namjoon’s ass cheeks, groping the thick flesh he still dreams of sometimes. Remembering what his hyung did before, Jungkook warms up the lube before he drips it all over the prince’s rim. He coats his fingers next, making sure they’re all wet before sinking his pointer finger inside Namjoon’s entrance.
They both moan at the intrusion.
Namjoon is warm and tight around his hand. The prince is evidently unused to do this, after all, it’s been five years. Jungkook stretches him with one finger first, then two. He scissors him open, and by time he’s three digits in, Jungkook realizes that he wants a taste.
He licks a fat stripe against Namjoon’s rim. The prince, who was obviously unprepared for that, startles from his spot, face pushing forward to his mattress in shock.
“Jungkook, what the—” He looks over his shoulder, just to see the young angel eagerly lapping at his hole. Along with his fingers, Namjoon could feel his tongue pushing in, stretching his walls open, too. Namjoon keens, whole body shuddering in pleasure as the younger man sucks on his entrance. “Oh fucking hell, Jungkookie, oh my god!”
Jungkook never knew Namjoon could be that loud, but Jungkook likes it. He likes the fact that he has the prince of Hell bent over, moaning like a whore for him and him alone. He eats him out eagerly, loving the taste of the green apple flavored lube against Namjoon’s ass. His tongue is relentless as it fucks Namjoon’s walls, lips wrapped around his entrance before his tongue licks against his hole.
He moans unabashedly against Namjoon’s ass when the prince praises him, telling him he’s doing such a good job for him. Unable to take it anymore, Jungkook pulls his mouth and fingers back. He strips off his own underwear, and quickly lubes up his own cock.
Namjoon is barely recovering from that spontaneous rim job, when he suddenly feels Jungkook’s cock sliding against his puffy rim.
“Can I hyung? Can I please?” Jungkook is gliding his cock against his hole, the tip of his own hard cock poking against his entrance. “Please hyungie, please, I wanna fuck you now.”
If Namjoon wasn’t so turned on himself, he would have teased Jungkook a little longer. He loved how all signs of shyness flies out of the window the moment Jungkook is overtaken by pure lust and desire. But the prince can himself tether on the edges, too.
“Go ahead, Kook-ah. Fuck me, baby, go on.”
Jungkook didn’t have to be told twice. He slips his cock in, throwing his head back as his cock is finally engulfed in Namjoon’s warm and tight hole. Both of them were groaning without a single care in the world, and it didn’t take long before Jungkook was buried to the hilt. Namjoon’s spine was arched beautifully, the pleasure and pain in his ass momentarily made him believe he was in heaven instead of hell.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung—” The angel whined. He didn’t even wait for Namjoon to adjust fully, already pulling back just to slam his hips back in. Namjoon shudders at the hard cock pistoning inside his walls, but the prince’s hips instinctively move to meet his thrusts. “Oh fuck, hyung, goodness you—you feel so good!”
Namjoon moans unabashedly, and Jungkook is pushed closer to the edge at the view in front of him. How many creatures can say that they have one of the most powerful beings from hell bent over their cock? Namjoon was his, and only Jungkook can have and see him like this.
“Mine.” He punctures the word over and over again with every slam of his cock. There’s barely any rhythm to his thrusts. But whatever Jungkook lacks in experience, he makes up for his eagerness and utmost determination to make his hyung feel good. “Hyung, you’re mine. Joonie!”
“Yours!” The prince gasps back, and he could already feel tears forming in his eyes. He tries to guide Jungkook in his thrusts, telling him to go harder and faster, telling him to hold him by his waist to gain some leverage. He’s patient as he instructs him, and Jungkook fell in love all over again.
It doesn’t take long before Jungkook starts to whine needily from behind him. Already knowing what he wants, Namjoon flips himself to his back. He grabs a pillow, places it under his own hips before he pulls Jungkook back down for a kiss. Automatically, the angel hums pleasingly against his mouth. Namjoon couldn’t help but internally coo.
“Go on, Jungkook-ah, fuck me again.”
He guides Jungkook’s cock back to his entrance. The angel throws one of his legs over his shoulder, and Namjoon is almost awkwardly bent in half. But in this position, Jungkook can kiss him while he fucks him, so Namjoon of course gives it to him.
Namjoon could feel himself nearing his peak. After a blow job and a rim job, along with getting his back blown by the hottest angel in all of heaven, hell, and Earth, Namjoon knows he’s not gonna last long. He clenches down around Jungkook’s cock as he slammed into him, the angel groaning at the added tightness. He, too, wasn’t faring any better. He’s so close.
“Hyung are you—are you gonna come?”
Jungkook was biting down on Namjoon’s lips, eyes hazy as he stared at the prince’s fucked out face.
“Just a little more— ahh right there —-fuck, just a little more, Kookie. Fuck me harder, please!”
The angel dutifully follows his hyung’s requests. He doesn’t know if he’s gonna last long, can already feel his vision turning white. But he waits until Namjoon himself is coming, the demon’s cock spurting out beads of precum every time he’s jolted by Jungkook’s cock.
“Jungkook-ah!” Namjoon yelps when the angel wraps his hand around Namjoon’s cock in an effort to bring him closer to the edge. “Oh fuck baby, I love you, angel. Love you so much, right there!”
Call Jungkook a sap or maybe a pure romantic at heart, but hearing Namjoon tell him he loves him just pushed him further to the edge. He pumps Namjoon’s shaft faster, his hand coated with spurts of his fiancée’s cum. He kisses him hard.
“Love you too, hyungie, please wanna come with you! Love you, l-love you baby!”
In less than a minute, Namjoon finally comes undone with a loud scream on Jungkook’s hand. The angel himself doesn’t miss a beat, he releases his load right inside Namjoon’s ass with a loud and dirty groan. Perfect.
For a moment, Jungkook thought he was back in heaven.
There’s nothing that could describe the pure bliss of finally being connected with his beloved like this again. The pleasure and love he feels right now is overflowing, and to have Namjoon like this beneath him still feels surreal. God knows how long they rode out their release against each other’s lips, but by the time they’re done, Namjoon notices something wet against his cheeks.
“Jungkook-ah? Shit—wait baby, why are y-you crying?”
The angel opens his eyes and he almost looks confused, until he touches his cheek with his clean hand, and realizes that Namjoon was right.
“Oh.” He mumbles, “It’s not—I’m not…”
Namjoon looked frantic, worried. The same way he summoned lube from thin air, he obtained a damp towel. He uses that to wipe Jungkook’s hand and the cum on his chest, before gently pulling Jungkook’s cock out of his ass.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Kookie. Are you hurt? Did you not feel good?” Namjoon cups his face so tenderly, eyes searching for something on Jungkook’s face.
“No!” Jungkook exclaims, vigorously shaking his head. He shifts a little so both him and Namjoon are laying side by side. “I’m just really, really happy, hyung. I love you so much, and I missed you a lot. I just—I never thought I could have this again. Or, I thought I had to wait for at least five more centuries before I find you and have you like this. I’m just really fucking happy.”
A thoughtful look crosses Namjoon’s face, “Oh.” Before he chuckles. “I thought this was your way of telling me I was a bad lay.” He jokes, pertaining to the tears still streaming down Jungkook’s face.
“Shut up,” Jungkook whines, burying himself against Namjoon’s neck. The demon prince chuckling beneath him. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”
“Oh I’m sorry, my darling angel,” Namjoon pecks the crown of his head. “And to be fair, I missed you so much too. I was… I was gonna find a way to see you, you know. I wasn’t gonna wait for five hundred years before I find you again. But I guess I couldn’t promise that it would be anytime soon.”
Jungkook hums pensively. “I couldn’t go that long without you, baby.”
Namjoon’s nonexistent heart skips a beat. “I couldn’t too.” He whispers silently, then, “Thank you for finding a way, Jungkook-ah. I know it was a huge sacrifice on your part but I’m—I’m so thankful that you’re here. I’m so happy, too.”
Jungkook makes a noise at the back of his throat, pulling back to cup his fiancée’s face. “I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re thinking. And I will never regret it. I know it won’t be easy, I know I still have to adjust to a lot of things, but I trust you, hyung. I know you’ll take good care of me.”
The trust Jungkook was placing onto his shoulders should make Namjoon feel nervous, but instead, he feels honored. He swears to never do anything to break that trust.
“I will, Kook. God can take my wings if I ever hurt you, or if I fail to make you happy and take care of you.”
“Shh,” Jungkook silences him with a kiss. “Be careful with making oaths, Namjoon-ah, I thought you’ve learnt this by now.” He jokes, and the prince shoves his shoulder lightly. “But in all seriousness though, please save that for our wedding. Right now, I’m just so happy.”
The thought of their impending union both soul-wise and spirit-wise sent a warm flutter to Namjoon’s entire body. He can’t wait to finally have Jungkook as his mate and husband.
“Me too, Kook-ah, I’m so happy to have you.” He kisses him deeply without any heat, just pure love. “I love you, my angel. I hope to make your stay here in hell pleasant.”
“You sound like a tourist guide.” Jungkook snorts jokingly, before his eyes turn fond and his lips stretch into the most beautiful smile Namjoon has ever seen on him. “But hey, I love you too, my prince. You know I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth or to the depths of hell. As long as I’m with you.”
Forever with Jungkook still feels entirely surreal to Namjoon, and he still hasn’t fully grasped the fact that he can finally have him. A part of him still thinks he doesn’t deserve this—that this is a dream too good to be true—but Jungkook has already made his sacrifice the same way Namjoon has done his. The least he could do was to make Jungkook’s stay worthwhile.
The future is still unknown, and Namjoon knows it won’t be easy at all. But as their lips meshed together into another deep and passionate kiss, Namjoon knows that there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.
Or maybe, Namjoon could be anywhere in hell, heaven or Earth… but with Jungkook is where his heart will always belong.
FIN.