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“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Taehyung asks with a yawn, stretching out on the bed as Jungkook quickly pulls his robe over his shoulders with a glare. “What? Too soon?”

If Jungkook knew how to kill a demon he would do it. Cardinal sin or not. If anyone deserves it, it’s Taehyung with his shit-eating grin and his incredibly shiny hair and his stupidly plush ass—

“You want a smoke?” The demon asks, placing a cigarette between his lips before holding out the pack to Jungkook. The angel’s eyes narrow. “Sorry,” he rolls his eyes and the cigarettes disappear leaving behind a small, cylindrical object. “A vape seems more your style.”

“I am an angel,” Jungkook spits venomously.

Taehyung’s brows lift in amusement. “Yeah, you are. And you just fucked me so hard I came untouched so…what’s your point?”

“Just…stop talking!” The angel mutters harshly, aggressively tying the knot to keep his pristine robe closed. He stands to his feet, legs still shaking from the strenuous effort of their… activities.

The demon smirks, hand drawing lazy circles on his flat stomach, drawing Jungkook’s attention to just how low the sheet that covers him is. “I thought you liked my talking. At least, you seem to like it when your thick cock is stuffing me ful—”

“Stop!” Jungkook shouts because he doesn’t want to hear it. Doesn’t want to relive or rehash any of it. Doesn’t want to hear about the heinous acts he’s committing and has committed almost daily for weeks now. And he feels sick, the angel is sick with fear for his very soul because he’s not disgusted, not revolted by the thought of fucking Taehyung senseless. The fact that he has even begun to curse when thinking such thoughts should terrify him.

But it doesn’t. It’s electrifying. Exhilarating. And he can lie to Taehyung, lie to himself all he wants but the truth is…

The truth is that Jeon Jungkook, Guardian Angel, loves fucking his cock into the dark prince’s hole, relishes in it, craves it. Every day he anticipates the appearance of black mist, always feels those red eyes on him and if he’s honest with himself, which he’s not most of the time these days, he wants those red eyes on him. Only him.

He’s becoming possessive over Taehyung, something deep inside him having laid claim to the dark prince and how, God, how did this happen? Yes, he is fully aware he made a deal with the devil. Yes, he agreed to be ‘his.’ His to take pleasure from and give pleasure to. His to tease and fuck himself on, and the demon does, oh and how well he does it.

The first few times Jungkook tried to remain as still as possible, convinced that if he was merely present but not an active participant, he would somehow be exempt from inevitable damnation.

But that didn’t last long. Because Taehyung doesn’t want just his body. Taehyung can have anyone, anything he desires so no, it’s not Jungkook’s body he truly wants. It’s his soul. He wants to defile and sully the angel to the point of no return and Jungkook knows they reached that point when they first consummated their deal.

“Come here, fluffy.”

“Don’t touch me,” Jungkook practically growls, though the pout on his lips probably dims his intimidation factor a few notches.

Taehyung, now fully clothed, rolls his eyes, extending his hand to the angel. “I’ll give you a ride for once.”

Before Jungkook can snap back at him, they are transported to Eunwoo’s apartment and the angel hits the hardwood floor with an unceremonious thud. “You could have warned me before you teleported!”

“You’re welcome. Fuck. Are you always such a whiny lil bitch?”

Jungkook lifts his hand, about to slap the demon across his annoyingly perfect face when he hears it: the sounds of skin slapping on skin. A sound he knows all too well as he not only heard, but made those exact noises himself, just a few minutes ago. “You said you would leave my human alone!” He hisses at the demon who’s casually picking at the leftover dinner long forgotten on the dining room table.

“Relax!” Taehyung juts out his lower lip cutely when Jungkook slaps his hand away from the food. “Come on, just try it. Samgyeopsal is so fucking good.”

The angel cranes his neck away from the pork belly the demon is trying to feed him. “Get away, this isn’t funny!”

“It’s not funny,” he agrees, sucking on his fingertips with a smack. “It’s hot, look at them.”

Jungkook refuses. He will not violate his human’s privacy like that and he won’t let Taehyung either. “Leave them alone!”

“I thought you didn’t want them alone?”

“Shut up!”

“Make me.”

“Oh Lord, help me.”

“He hasn’t been answering your prayers lately if you haven’t noticed.”

“You’re a real piece of—”

“Ah ah ah, you naughty angel. Play nice. Eat.”

“I told you, I don’t want any—umph—wh—mmm. That is amazing!” Jungkook’s eyes bulge as the pork juices fill his mouth and flavor bursts on his tongue. He doesn’t understand. He’s had human food before, even had pork belly, but nothing, nothing ever tasted so delicious.

“It’s because of me. I told you I’d make you experience new things. Want more?” The demon doesn’t wait for an answer before he pops another piece of meat into his mouth and grabs the last piece, feeding it to the angel who rolls his eyes back in delight.

“Come on, move it, q-tip.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Jungkook watches Taehyung lay down on the plush area rug in the living room. “What’re you doing?”

“Letting you shut me up. Sit on my face.”

“Sit on your—” Jungkook gasps, jaw dropping as his eyes dart to the open bedroom door where loud groans could still be heard. “Absolutely not!”

“Oh, please. You’ll fuck me in the ass but you won’t let me eat you out? You can keep your robes on if it makes you feel better.” Taehyung raises a single pierced eyebrow expectantly.

Jungkook knows he can say no, should say no. But the sounds in the other room set him on edge and the thought of being touched…there is intriguing. And he’s always been so curious. It’s not like this is any worse than what they’ve already done. Jungkook’s approach is slow and he almost backs away at the demon’s victorious smirk. He’s hard. Again. And so is Taehyung and Jungkook wonders when, if, these carnal desires will ever be satisfied.

‘I’m a demon, I’m never satisfied.’ Taehyung’s words echo in his mind as he bunches his robes in his fist, slowly lowering himself until he’s kneeling beside the demon’s head. Black hair falls into lustful, carmine colored eyes and when that pink tongue pokes out to lick glossy rose petal lips, Jungkook lifts one leg, shifting it to the left.

“That’s it, baby angel,” the demon urges, wickedness dancing in his eyes. “Let me taste you…your goodness.”

He shuffles forward and slowly lowers himself, lip caught between his teeth. And then he feels it. The muscle is wet and firm and skilled. So skilled. It licks around the angel’s puckered hole, laps directly over and prods at the entrance. Jungkook isn’t doing anything, anything at all and yet his body sucks in that tongue of its own accord and the sensation is transcendental.

Strong hands grip his hips and pull him further downward making the angel groan out in ecstasy. How, how does this feel so…divine? His whole body heats up as the demon breathes his hellfire into him, kissing, licking and biting until Jungkook is a whimpering, trembling mess.

This doesn’t feel like part of their deal. It feels like something…other. Sure, Taehyung more than enjoys the fact that he’s bringing the angel to literal tears at the pleasure he’s inflicting on his hole, but this isn’t what they do. Taehyung doesn’t seek to pleasure the angel, he seeks to destroy him. And perhaps that’s exactly what he’s doing but if it is…why does it feel so good?

“Fuck,” the demon grunts into Jungkook. “Exquisite.”

And Jungkook blushes. He feels his body burning up from the inside out and he knows the soft caresses on his ass cheeks are not from Taehyung’s hands. No, the demon is never gentle with him. These soft, flickering whispers against his most sensitive parts are quite literally Taehyung’s hellfire kissing him and the thought drives the angel insane. The realization that as powerful as the dark prince is, as weak as the angel feels, he himself does hold some type of power here. He must if even the demon’s fire is gentle with him.

And that gentleness soothes something deep inside of Jungkook he didn’t know needed to be soothed. His head falls back as he moves his hips experimentally, making the demon between his legs groan loudly, muttering incantations in Latin again that make Jungkook’s cock ache. Blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of his ass, encouraging him to grind down. It’s loud and lewd and messy, so messy, but it feels so good, so good, so—

“Fuck!” Jungkook moans pitifully as he comes inside of his robes, legs shaking as his orgasm rips through him, wings stretched taut and full. They brush the demon’s forehead and the sensation sends weak spurts of white from the angel’s spent cock and he falls forward in a heap.

He’s never been so exhausted, so content, as he is right now with his head resting on Taehyung’s abdomen. The demon lifts the angel’s hips, dragging him upward until he can take his softened cock in his mouth and thoroughly clean Jungkook’s skin of the fruits of his orgasm.

“So good, baby angel,” he murmurs, palming at Jungkook’s ass momentarily before crawling out from under the angel and standing. The demon bends down, lifting Jungkook in his arms, lying him on the couch. He doesn’t touch his bunched robes, doesn’t smooth out his hair or his feathers. He merely stands over him, looking down at him with eyes that fade from red to black.

“You don’t want…?” Jungkook doesn’t know how to say it. He’s still too shy, too timid, but by the bulge in Taehyung’s pants that strains against the fabric he assumes the demon would want to quench his seemingly never-ending thirst.

But all he does is shake his head and tilt it to the side. “You still don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about sex. This isn’t about my cock or getting off. It’s you, baby angel.” He leans down until their faces are so close their noses brush. “You. I get off on your goodness. I feed on your sin, not sex.”

The angel gulps, eyes closing because he honestly can’t bear looking into the demon’s eyes any longer. He’s exhausted.

“See ya tomorrow, cottonball.”

Tomorrow.

The lone word should be taken as a threat. But all Jungkook hears…is a promise.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

“Something’s going on with Jungkook,” Jimin whispers in a hushed voice and Namjoon cranes his neck to observe the youngest angel at the other end of the table.

“He looks normal enough to me,” he shrugs, turning to listen as Seokjin updates them on the construction of a new sector in the kingdom.

“Well, he’s not. He’s off, look at him.”

Namjoon, of course, obeys and takes a good look at the guardian who sits patiently with his hands folded on his lap, big round eyes blinking as he listens intently to the seraphim. The principality shrugs again, whispering, “I don’t see whatever it is you see, Jimin. But if you insist, we can talk to him after the meeting.”

The cherub crosses his arms and purses his lips as he tilts on the back two legs of his ornately carved chair. The chair is just another reminder of Yoongi. The former Power loved woodworking and hand carved most of the massive celestial meeting room. Jimin still wonders why it wasn’t demolished. Perhaps to serve as a reminder of what had happened even if it is forbidden to talk about, a way to keep everyone in line.

His thoughts are interrupted when Jungkook begins to give his report.

“Cha Eunwoo, 27, lawyer,” the angel rattles off the statistics like second nature. “He’s doing great. He is hard working, loyal, steadfast…he’s great.”

Seokjin nods, jotting down a quick note, turning to Jaehyun for his update but Jimin leans forward, placing his hand on the seraphim’s. “Wait. Jungkook, your human has attracted more demonic attention than usual as of late. Have you witnessed anything…out of the ordinary?”

“Nope,” Jungkook responds confidently without missing a beat though his heart pounds so loud in his chest he’s surprised no one can hear it. He forces a sweet smile on his face, praying that his friend will sit back and go back to being silent as he normally is for such meetings. Jimin doesn’t butt his nose into matters that don’t involve him. If it weren’t for the fact that he is the highest order of cherub with unfathomable knowledge, Jungkook is sure he wouldn’t be in attendance at all.

Jimin nods thoughtfully. “And what of the trickster?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“And the dark prince?”

“T-Taehyung?” Jungkook stutters and Jimin’s eyes narrow. “He must have gotten bored as Namjoon assured me he would. I’ve seen him around but…nothing worth reporting.” He’s sweating. Can they tell he’s sweating? Jungkook has never lied before. Well, he’s lied to Taehyung but does lying to a demon even count? And he lies to himself all the time but that also, doesn’t count. But the way Seokjin’s eyes dart to Jimin curiously before returning to the guardian makes him very nervous.

The seraphim nods thoughtfully. “Well, keep a vigilant eye and don’t hesitate to reach out for assistance. The dark prince can be persistent when he wants and won’t show you any mercy. Especially since he is fully aware we are blinded from his doings.”

Jungkook’s head snaps back to the six winged angel seated at the head of the table. “Blinded?”

Jimin watches carefully as Seokjin explains to the wide eyed guardian that no angel can see the dark prince from heaven when he roams the earth or dwells in hell. It is only when he enters the celestials, the In Between, or on rare occasions when he wants them to know his whereabouts that they can actually see him. The cherub notes Jungkook’s shaky inhale and sigh of relief and his stomach twists.

But Jungkook just nods along as the seraphim changes topics, not one to dwell on negativity too much. And with the subject change, a weight is lifted off the guardian’s shoulders he didn’t realize he was carrying.

So there’s a chance no one knows what he—what he and Taehyung have been up to. Just that revelation serves as a soothing salve to his ragged, depleted soul. It’s…freeing.

No, no he shouldn’t be relieved because surely the Lord can see him and that thought alone makes his stomach churn and bile start to rise in his throat.

‘He hasn’t been answering your prayers lately if you haven’t noticed.’ The demon’s words echo in his mind and the angel pauses. If God can see him, which surely He can hence the ‘all-seeing’ part of His name, why hasn’t Jungkook fallen? Why hasn’t he been stricken down from the heavens or had his soul ripped out? Why…hasn’t his Lord Father answered his prayers for a ‘way out’, for help?

No! This is all Taehyung’s doing! The fallen angel has planted too many tiny seeds of doubt and the guardian fears they are slowly beginning to take root. Regardless how miniscule those seeds are, like invasive weeds, they will rot and strangle his mind and heart.

He can do this. Just a little longer. At some point, Taehyung will be satisfied enough, right? Surely, toying with the angel will get old and the demon will…move on to his next victim. And for some reason, this makes the angel’s stomach twist even worse than before. Because even though the Lord watching him commit lewd, unspeakable sins, for an angel, is mortifying…the thought of Taehyung abandoning him is somehow worse.

Abandoning?

“Jungkook?”

The angel shakes his head, blinking rapidly to bring himself back to the present. He forces a wide smile on his face. “Hi hyungs, what’s up?”

Jimin has an odd sassy look on his face but Namjoon returns Jungkook’s smile with an equally charming one, dimples and all. “Just wanted to make sure my favorite guardian is okay. It can be nerve wracking being put on the spot like that.”

“Oh, it’s okay, I-I’m okay,” the guardian reassures the principality as they exit the meeting room and step out into the sun. It’s such a beautiful day, as always, but everything seems just a tad bit lackluster to Jungkook. They pass a field of lilies swaying in the gentle breeze and normally, he would inhale deeply and rejoice in their beauty but…the angel now knows what they smell like on Earth and the comparison leaves him wanting.

“Pick one,” Namjoon encourages him, waving toward the field. “We’ll wait. I know how much you love our never-wilting flowers.”

“Nah, I’m good. They’re a little too…perfect.”

Jimin frowns, slowing his pace when Namjoon laughs and asks, “isn’t that the point?”

“No. I mean,” Jungkook shrugs, hiding his hands in his robes. “There’s something beautiful about the fragility of life, no? What’s the point of flowers if they’re just there all the time? There’s no cycle, nothing to look forward to, nothing to anticipate.”

Now Namjoon is the one to frown, dimples vanishing. “Why do you need anticipation? Flowers exist to be beautiful. They’re for our pleasure.”

“So, that’s it? They exist just to be something pretty to look at? Like a pretty building or—”

“Why so many questions, guardian?” Jimin interrupts curtly and Jungkook knows he has said too much.

“Oh, you know how our Jungkookie is, Jimin-ah. Always so curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat. Isn’t that something your precious humans say?”

Jungkook blinks, heart skipping a beat before beginning to race. He knows. Oh my God, Jimin knows. “Why’d you stop dancing, hyung?”

“What?” The cherub freezes, completely caught off guard and the guardian pounces at the opportunity to take the heat off himself.

“Why’d you stop dancing? Yoongi told me—”

“Yoongi?”

“Why are you conversing with an underworld deity, Jungkook?” Jimin’s eyes narrow.

“I ran into him at Woo’s job. His boss had a heart attack. So?”

“So, what?”

“I didn’t stutter. Why’d you stop dancing?” He knows he’s crossing the line, perhaps crossed it when he first asked but something in him just keeps pushing the words out of his mouth. He feels bold, bolder than he ever has before and it’s a bit thrilling. Though that excitement quickly dissipates when the cherub turn’s menacing pink eyes in his direction.

Jimin’s wings glisten majestically as they fan out to their full width and height, making him tower over both the principality and the guardian. Jungkook doesn’t remember ever having seen the cherub display the glory of his status. Pink, rounded feathers unfurl, sparkling and catching the sunlight, blinding the other angels momentarily.

Yoongi was right.

He is a sight to behold.

He’s stunning. And terrifying.

His eyes blaze and his lips curl back. “Watch yourself, guardian. You know not what you speak of. Or who you speak to.”

Namjoon’s eyes remain wide and mouth agape as the cherub spins and disappears in a cloud of pink smoke. “What was that all about?”

“You know Jimin,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “He can dish it but he can't take it.” It’s a catty remark, sarcastic and rude and he waits for the guilt to hit him but it doesn’t. Namjoon, however, furrows his brow, clearly disturbed. But he can’t worry about the principality right now. Taehyung will be waiting for him and Jungkook can’t keep him waiting and risk the demon causing any more trouble. “I gotta fly, hyung. Have a great day back up in heaven!”

Namjoon watches the young guardian take off in flight, metallic wings shimmering under the sun’s rays. Jimin was right. Something is off.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

When Jungkook shows up in the back room at a different club where Taehyung lounges, the demon is both surprised and smug. Surprised because, how the fuck did the angel know where to find him? And smug because, well fuck, the angel found him.

“My God, what a day!” The guardian complains, brushing past the demon guards at the door they close behind him. He shuffles out of his slippers, reaching for the rope holding his garments together, loosening it without thinking. “I tell you, some angels just can’t mind their own business!”

“How did you know I was here?”

“I dunno,” the angel shrugs. “I just had a feeling, I guess.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah. What does it matter? You’re always at a club at night. Or a dark alley, or a crack house.” Jungkook fumbles with his robe as he speaks, not making eye contact.

Taehyung raises an eyebron, crossing one leg over the other as he watches the silver haired angel. He really is quite exquisite. “Why are you undressing?”

“Huh?” The angel stops untying his robe, looking down in realization. “Y-you—”

“I didn’t call for you. You came here of your own accord. Did you not?” There’s a pleasant ball of satisfaction in the demon’s gut that burns merrily at the notion. And that burn rolls into blazing, molten lava as he watches the angel’s face contort when realization dawns on him.

He sought out the demon. Jungkook found him, without being summoned. He has the guardian exactly where he wants him.

Taehyung licks his lips, cock now hard and straining against his slacks.

“Oh,” the angel pouts, releasing his belt. “I’ll leave. I don’t know what I—”

“Shut the fuck up and get over here, lint ball.” Taehyung pats his lap, a shiver of delight scatters up his spine when the angel immediately takes a step forward. So easy.

“Must you be so crude? And stop calling me names, I have a name.”

Taehyung bites his lip, pulling Jungkook down so he is straddling his lap. He helps the angel with his robes as he shakes his head. “I thought you like me crude? You don’t mind my swearing when you’re balls deep in me. Or is it just that you only tolerate what you yourself cause? Is it okay for me to swear and be blasphemous then?”

Jungkook won’t meet his eyes and it frustrates the demon. He likes seeing the slight guilt in them that over the weeks is slowly diminishing. Enjoys seeing his silver ringed pupils dilate when he becomes angry, and oh, how easy he is to get all riled up.

But tonight something is different and Taehyung just can’t figure it out. He grabs the angel’s chin, forcing his face downward so he can lick at his lips and Jungkook is quick to grant him access. “How’s your human?” He asks as his hands drop to Jungkook’s waist and his own hips push upward seeking friction.

“I-ah!” The angel gasps when Taehyung pushes his robe to the side and captures his pert nipple between his teeth. “I h-haven’t s-seen him yet, oh!”

Taehyung smirks, grinding up against Jungkook’s ass before releasing the angel’s nipple with an audible pop. “Hmmm, came right to me after your big meeting? I feel so special.”

The angel writhes, unintentionally rolling his hips downward. “Well, don’t. Woo isn’t feeling well so he’s asleep and I know you. You’ll interrupt his rest just to irk me.”

“You know me so well, huh, baby angel. Up,” he instructs tapping the angel’s thigh after squeezing the flesh of it. “Open me up.”

Jungkook’s eyes bulge as he’s removed from the demon’s lap and watches him strip. “W-hat? You always do that yourself. You never—I never—”

Taehyung lowers himself to the plush couch, stretching along the leather cushions face down. His body is golden and lithe, the dim lighting in the room casting shadows along his flawless, enticing skin.

Jungkook wants to touch.

“Touch me,” he says as if reading the angel’s mind, and despite Jungkook’s pathetic attempt not to, his hand slides up the demon’s calf, past his defined hamstring, hesitating before it reaches its destination. Taehyung arches his back, hips rising in a motion that juts out his remarkable ass.

The angel is nothing if not obedient and this is part of their deal. For Eunwoo, he tells himself for the thousandth time in a month. 

His hands roam over the round, supple globes of the demon’s ass, biting his lip harshly because maybe if he feels pain he won’t enjoy this so much.

It doesn’t work. Because the demon’s ass is positively heavenly and Jungkook can’t seem to stop palming and squeezing, pressing his hands in circular motions that part his ass cheeks just enough to get a peak. He wonders if Taehyung tastes like fire there also.

He has witnessed the demon open himself up enough times to know the mechanics of it but he’s still hesitant as his middle finger circles the rim. It’s silky smooth and pink and Jungkook is leaking. He shouldn’t be enjoying this! 

Oh, but he is. So, so much. The demon’s ass swallows his finger so easily, too easily, and Jungkook moans louder than Taehyung as his tight heat surrounds his finger.

It doesn’t take long before he is able to insert a second and then third finger and as he pumps his fingers in and out, he closes his eyes, letting the squelching sound of Taehyung’s ass meet his ears. It’s so vulgar…so hot.

“Fuck me, angel.” Taehyung is so hard it physically hurts. He doesn’t need Jungkook in order for him to cum. He doesn’t care about being stretched out appropriately. He’s a fucking demon, for crissakes. He doesn’t need lube or any other human comforts.

What he needs is for Jungkook to do it all. For Jungkook to see how mesmerizing it looks to watch himself slip in and out of the demon’s tight hole. What he needs is for Jungkook to willingly ruin himself for Taehyung. And when the angel’s cock breaches his entrance, the demon groans with the fire that licks up his spine and sends chills throughout his body.

He can feel the angel’s guilt. His shame. Can taste his desire and it’s fucking delectable. He’s drunk off it, high off it and the demon’s own cock leaks uncontrollably as the angel fucks into him gently. Much too gently for the dark prince who is trembling with the destructive effects of the angel’s sin.

It’s almost like Jungkook knows because he suddenly quickens his pace, hands gripping onto Taehyung’s hips as he thrusts harder. 

Jungkook never touches the demon. He lets Taehyung do as he pleases, he doesn’t fight it, doesn’t resist. But he doesn’t reciprocate. Not like he’s beginning to now.

And because this time he does, it feels completely different. Taehyung’s hellfire is consuming him from within, threatening to unleash. 

He knows his skin is glistening with sweat, black hair wet with perspiration sticking to his forehead. He knows his eyes are a deep blood red color and that this is the best he’s ever felt in all of eternity.

He has damned millions of souls, stolen and corrupted too many of God’s children to count and yet nothing, nothing feels as utterly divine as getting fucked by an angel. Used by an angel for the angel’s pleasure. This angel.

Maybe Jungkook is finally giving in to his carnal desires because he knows he is invisible to the heavenly host. Yes, Taehyung can pick out certain especially damning thoughts that flit about in the naive angel’s head. Without having to fear being caught, now the guardian can finally let fucking lose, give in. 

And Taehyung loves it. Craves it. Is consumed by that willingness that feeds his black soul so well.

“Taetae, are you almost done—what the fuck, man!” Yoongi shouts, quickly looking away and walking into the wall in his attempt to rush out.

Jungkook’s body stutters at the unexpected interruption and he cums with a whimper, falling onto Taehyung’s sweaty back. Taehyung whose body is also convulsing with his climax. Taehyung who fits perfectly underneath the angel. Taehyung.

“You know how to fucking knock?” Taehyung snaps, shoving the angel off himself and dressing them both completely with a flick of his hand.

“Was I supposed to know you were getting your ass worked out by a fucking angel?”

“Um, I’m right here!” Jungkook covers his face in humiliation, bringing his knees up to his chest in an attempt to make himself smaller. As if that’s possible.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, stalking over to the door which he opens wide for Yoongi to exit. “You’re embarrassing the baby.”

“I’m not a baby.”

“Yes you are,” both demons say simultaneously before facing each other once again.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Just checking on my fucking friend. Fuck.” Yoongi nods in Jungkook’s direction. “Wanna explain why you’re letting an angel dick you down?”

“I’m right here!” Jungkook shouts in exasperation, red faced and mortified. “Actually, you know what, Yoongi? I talked to my hyung.” The angel smiles smugly when Yoongi immediately shuts his mouth.

Taehyung eyes the deity then darts his eyes back to his angel. The angel. THE angel. Not his.

“Oh? And what did he say?” Yoongi asks as nonchalantly as possible, which is not nonchalantly at all.

“He wasn’t too happy. Especially when I mentioned you.”

“You mentioned me?” The deity’s eyes blink dubiously. “Interesting.”

Taehyung moves to stand between the two supernatural beings. “How the fuck do you two know each other?”

“We met when I was on a call,” Yoongi waves him away dismissively and this sets off the dark prince.

“Okay, get the fuck out. Get away from my—”

“Your what?” Yoongi asks with a shit eating grin.

“Just get out,” Taehyung moves to turn the deity by his shoulders who merely digs his heels in harder.

“No, no,” Yoongi laughs. “Your what? Go on, I’ll wait.”

“Get the fuck out!” Taehyung shoves him out, slamming the door before he throws his body against it, eyes looking everywhere except for at the angel.

“Soooo,” Jungkook bites back a smile. “What were you going to say? Hmm?”

Taehyung throws his hands up in frustration. “You, too. Get out.”

“No, but—”

“Out!” Taehyung snaps and the angel disappears in a poof of silver smoke that slowly dissipates. “I’m dealing with fucking children,” he mutters, jumping when Jungkook reappears in a huff.

“What the hell, Tae!” The angel shouts, stomping his foot. “You can’t just kick me out like th—”

He disappears a second time, the demon beyond done with dealing with his and Yoongi’s whining. But as he fixes his jacket and stalks out of the room, there’s only one thing on his mind.

The way a certain silver winged angel said…Tae.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

The deal continues on as usual for several more weeks until it has reached the point where Jungkook doesn’t cry himself to sleep every night. Not with literal tears as it takes A LOT to make an angel actually cry, but Jungkook’s overwhelming guilt has slowly receded. 

The angel still despised the demon. But he also…doesn’t really mind him all that much either. Obviously he’s pretty to look at, that’s never been the issue, but the things that used to grate on the angel’s wings before don’t really irk him now. 

The dark prince was patient when he first explained the hierarchy in hell and different types of demons. He hadn’t wanted to but Jungkook’s angel wings had been drawing some unwanted attention and the demon wanted him to be aware of who to look out for. 

He told the angel about demon names and how only the fallen have them. In hell, Yoongi is known as Agust and Taehyung is simply called ‘V.’

Jungkook has become accustomed to the dark prince’s foul language and morbid sense of humor and he’s actually quite funny, which is shocking. 

Another shocking tidbit of information that surprises Jungkook is that Taehyung has actual friends. The angel knows they are professional colleagues, so to speak, but the demons are actually friends. 

The trickster, for example, is decently nice…for a demon. Though the angel makes sure to heed Yoongi’s advice and not stand too close. It’s hard not to like him; who could hate a breakdancing demon?

Which brings him to Yoongi. Obviously, he knew they were close with Jimin once upon time but the angel hadn’t considered that the two stayed close. But they clearly had because almost every time Jungkook finds Taehyung, he’s with the deity. 

Then there are the twins, Wooshik and Hyungsik, who seem nice enough if you set aside that they revel in killing humans en masse via varying natural disasters. They spend most of their time bickering, which can be both annoying and entertaining. 

Seojoon is the scariest in Jungkook’s opinion, and he likes to consider himself an expert on being scared due to all the horror movies his human watches as of late. Seojoon is the epitome of put together, always well dressed and never a hair out of place. His dazzling smile is dangerously charming. If it weren’t for his being vibrating every time he speaks, Jungkook would forget the chaos monster wreaks havoc not just on Earth but in the celestials, as well. 

All demons have bat-like wings of varying hues but they are thin and much smaller than any angel’s. Too small to make the long flight to the In Between or the celestials so the demons have to either be teleported by Taehyung or flown by Yoongi. 

“Yoongi’s wings are really pretty,” Jungkook notes, laying in bed in an apartment somewhere in Amsterdam. 

“Yoongi’s really pretty.” Taehyung says it as if it’s just a mere observation of a mere fact because it’s true; Yoongi is really pretty. But that doesn’t make the angel feel any better and the demon immediately smirks from where he sits, naked, on the edge of the bed with a cigarette between his lips. “Jealous? Don’t lie, baby angel. I’m the prince of lies. I can always tell.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes because, whatever. Taehyung thinks he’s such a big shot being Satan's son and heir to hell. Big whoop. Jungkook has a whole galaxy named after him. How’s that for impressive? 

“His wings,” he continues, picking at the cuticle on his left thumb, “they’re beautiful. They’re gray but it’s such a unique color. So lovely—”

“If they’re so lovely why don’t you go fuck him instead?” The demon snaps, clearly irked. 

Jungkook pouts, pulling the navy sheet up to his neck. “First of all, I only do this because of our deal. Second, stop trying to pimp me out.”

“Pimp?” Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. 

The angel has come a long way from his constant gasping at every swear and hiding every time a pair of pastel wings came into view, practically scared of his own shadow. Now the angel seemed to have a little more attitude, a sassiness Taehyung honestly didn’t think was there at all. It almost reminds him of…Jimin.

The last time he even attempted to mention it to Yoongi, the deity lashed out and disappeared for a week, though he returned with some exotic black flower from the underworld that Jungkook absolutely gushed over. Fucking ass kisser.

Jungkook’s eyes meet his and they narrow, knowingly. “Stop talking shit in that thick skull of yours.”

Taehyung roars with laughter, positively delighted and beside himself on the rare occasion the angel swears. It sounds ridiculous and forced but he appreciates the effort.

“Why do you smoke so much?” Jungkook asks and fuck, this kid won’t shut up.

The demon sighs. “It’s just something to keep my hands busy,” he admits, surprised that he even answered. He’s not one for offering up information for free. “Wanna try?”

The angel shakes his head adamantly. “Nope, that’s gross. And so bad for you.”

“Oh, yeah I forgot. A little smoke is really going to hurt my lungs. Not like I live in hell where there’s fire and smoke raging everywhere. C’mon, stop being such a lil pussy and get your ass over here.

The sheets rustle as the angel carefully wraps himself in the fabric, a feeble attempt at modesty, and shuffles closer to the demon whose skin is still warm to the touch. And Jungkook knows because he kneels beside him, ass resting on his feet as his knees skim the demon’s naked thigh.

His thighs are slimmer than Jungkook’s. Slimmer but the muscles are still well defined and sinewy. There’s something both graceful and powerful about the way the dark prince carries himself, the way he moves. Something that keeps drawing the angel back to him. Something more than just a ‘deal.’

“Aperi os tuum,” the demon orders and Jungkook opens his mouth obediently.

Taehyung tilts his head, leaning forward until their parted lips almost touch, just barely. Pewter colored smoke curls out of his mouth, making its way into Jungkook’s and the angel wheezes, bringing a smile to the demon’s face. His eyes dance merrily.

The demon is mesmerizing to watch. He’s really just the most ethereal being Jungkook could possibly remember meeting, and that’s including Seokjin. But then again, he was God’s favorite, right? All angels are beautiful, flawless; but Taehyung is beyond anyone’s imagination and Jungkook is starting to see how easy it must have been for him to convince a third of the heavenly host to fall with him to the pits of hell.

Jungkook opens his mouth once more, lids falling shut as a new thin layer of smoke is gently blown into his mouth. His lungs begin to seize again but just as he inhales to let out a hacking cough, something dense and warm soothes them. His eyes fly open, catching glimpses of thick, black smoke drifting from Taehyung’s mouth. It’s ushered past the angel’s mouth by orange and vermillion flames flicking out from the corners of the demon’s lips.

There’s something oddly intimate about having the demon breathe his hellfire into the angel. It fills him so perfectly, wraps around his insides and sets them alight. Fills the angel with a warmth he hasn’t felt since…he can’t remember the last time he felt this warm. This intoxicated. This blissed out.

Taehyung presses forward, climbing over Jungkook’s body as it reclines until he’s lying stretched out on his back, sheets long forgotten. He eyes the angel salaciously, licking his lips before flicking his tongue along the underside of Jungkook’s semi-hard cock.

The angel groans, eyes fluttering closed at the tightening of the coil in his belly, hips jutting upward briefly before relaxing again. Taehyung laps up his pre-cum, transparent flames undulating as they flick out of his mouth and kiss the head of Jungkook’s cock. It’s alarming at first but the sensation is other-worldly and all the angel can do is sigh and groan wantonly.

A light sheen covers his entire body, his chest stuttering as he tries desperately to catch his breath. Lasting long seems to be a big deal for humans but the dark prince doesn’t seem to mind that it takes very little to bring the angel to orgasm and Jungkook is thankful for it because he doesn’t think he could hold out even if he tried.

“Say my name, angel.”

“Taehyung,” he breathes upon command, voice airy and light.

“Louder,” the demon growls, digging his tongue into the slit on the angel’s cock. He sucks harder and louder, relishing in the angel’s broken moans. 

“T-Taehyung!” Jungkook chants the demon’s name as he cums, body convulsing while the prince swallows him down. It tingles and even hurts a bit as he is still sensitive from his orgasm and is nowhere near being able to come down yet but he doesn’t want the demon to stop and he whimpers when he does.

“You’re so fucking sensitive.” Taehyung watches the angel roll over, trying to cover himself with a pillow.

“Too. Tired. Move. Robes.” Jungkook’s words are muffled in the pillow and Taehyung chuckles under his breath in spite of himself. With a wave of his elegant hand, the angel is back in his pristine robes, silver belt and all. Jungkook flicks his wrist, mimicking Taehyung. “Can you…swish me back home? I’m too—” yawn, “tired to fly.”

The dark prince rolls his eyes, throwing a blanket over the angel unceremoniously. “Go to sleep you big baby.”

“Angel,” Jungkook murmurs into the pillow, eyes falling closed. “Baby angel.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightens, fingers itching for…something.

“Go to sleep…baby angel.”

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Jungkook moans, tongue poking out from between his lips as he licks it, tongue curling. Delicious. He never could have imagined that ice cream was this delicious! He turns the cone in his hand to lick at the other side which is slowly melting.

Taehyung was right, even though the angel will never tell the demon that. Food is so different here on Earth. Sure, in heaven everything tastes wonderful because well, it’s heaven. Everything is always perfect. But there’s just something about piping hot food that burns the tip of his tongue or a drink that is so cold he gets brain freeze. It’s oddly satisfying.

Completely preoccupied with his late night snack, the angel wanders down an alley as he hums some new pop song Eunwoo is obsessed with. It’s a warm night but there’s a cool breeze that kisses his neck and Jungkook almost giggles.

“What do we have here? A newbie angel?”

Jungkook’s head darts to each side but he doesn’t see anything. It’s dark and the shadows caused from the moonlight stretch ominously down the alley.

“All alone I see,” the gruff voice snickers, words bouncing off the brick buildings surrounding the angel.

Jungkook’s right hand immediately grabs at the engraved hilt of his sword, heart racing. This better not be another one of Hope’s pranks. The trickster has taken quite a liking to spooking the angel when he least expects it.

“Show yourself!” He shouts, just in case this isn’t some practical joke.

“As you wish, angel.”

The angel jumps with fright, dropping his cone when someone, something, lands directly in front of him with a loud boom.

“I’m not afraid of you, demon.”

“Well, you should be.”

“I’m not afraid,” he repeats, taking on a fighting stance, sword lifted at the ready. “I am equipped with the Lord’s blessing. You are no match for me, monster.”

The demon roars with laughter, multiple tails swishing behind him gleefully. “You’re a riot, kid. Your aura isn’t even that bright. You think you can take me on, little guardian?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow and lips tighten into a straight line. He doesn’t know what the demon is talking about, his aura hasn’t changed…has it? Fear tickles at his spine but he refuses to back down. No way. This demon made him lose out on finishing his ice cream.

The demon raises to his full height and the angel gulps, eyes widening comically.

It is huge. Like, super huge. Standing a good 10 feet taller than the angel, the demon grins, pointed teeth dripping with some type of dark goo. Jungkook shivers, choosing not to dwell too long on the massive, curling horns on its head or the fact that it has TWO spiked tails that seem to have their own minds as they twitch and flail. The monster is covered with brown and moss colored scales, spikes as large as the angel’s hand sticking out randomly throughout its body.

Gritting its teeth, the angel waits, never one to start a fight. Never one to actually fight.

The demon lunges forward with a ferocious growl, barreling down the alley at an alarming speed. It’s with a deep, shaky breath that the angel raises his sword, silver slicing through the air as he brings it down, effectively slashing the demon’s hind legs. The howl that escapes its mouth is ear splitting and Jungkook almost drops his sword.

The slight distraction is all the demon needs as its clawed paw strikes Jungkook in his chest, tearing his robes, blood soaking the fabric instantaneously. He’s stunned, frozen in place.

He’s bleeding. He's never seen an angel bleed. Never knew they could bleed.

His sword is knocked from his hand before he can compose himself and the guardian is tackled to the ground. Legs flailing, the angel tries in vain to free himself but it’s useless. The demon is too strong, too powerful, too filled with rage. Razor sharp teeth snap at him, copious amounts of drool soaking his sullied robes.

Jungkook clenches his teeth, turning his head to the side as the beast snarls against his cheek, his heart pounding so hard it hurts. There are claws digging into his chest and right arm, while one of the demon’s tails pins down his left, rendering him immobile.

Tears spring to Jungkook’s eyes. Images of Eunwoo as a baby, a teen, a successful man flash in his mind and the guardian can’t believe he won’t see his human grow old; can’t believe that this is how it ends.

What was he thinking taking on such a monstrous demon? What was he thinking wandering around on his own so late at night? Jimin had warned him upon becoming a guardian that his naivete would be his downfall. He always gave people the benefit of the doubt, always assumed the best.

Never feared being attacked by a monstrosity in a dark alley while singing and indulging in his first ice cream cone. What angel in their right mind would even be in a dark alley in the middle of the night? Jungkook knows he’s a bit oblivious but he outdid himself this time.

“I bet you’re a tasty one,” the demon hisses in his ear, pointed tongue tracing up the side of his neck.

The claws dig in deeper, stealing Jungkook’s very breath and his head spins. The demon’s breath smells of rot and death and the guardian’s stomach lurches. He arches his neck, watching in terror as the demon throws his head back, bares its teeth and lunges downward. The angel screams.

“Taehyung!”

There’s a split second where Jungkook thinks the monster may have killed him because all goes quiet. The ground trembles and somehow the alley becomes even darker, stale air thickens making the demon gag. Its eyes widen in horror at whatever stands in front of them and the angel strains to see who his savior is.

He stands several yards away, shrouded in a cloud of swirling red and orange and the relief that pours over the angel is palpable.

“Do not touch what is mine!”

“M-my Lord! Your highness, I didn’t know! I would never go against you!” The demon rambles, keen to ingratiate itself in the eyes of the dark prince. “I am one of your most devoted serva—”

Taehyung steps forward slowly, menacingly, lips curling back as sparks fly out of his mouth. “And yet you still. Don’t. Move.” Each word is punctuated with a crack of his knuckles, flames curling up from his palms. His eyes flash scarlet as he raises his hands upward and then back down.

The demon is flung up into the sky to the point it looks like another star and then crashes back down into the pavement, the sickening sound of bones crunching resounding in the angel’s ears. Taehyung soars over Jungkook in a single leap, landing on the monster’s chest where he repeatedly aims his hellfire which blazes into the wide chest of the monster.

The demon screeches in pain, wailing and clawing at itself rather than at the dark prince. Blood spurts and scales scatter across the ground carelessly as it kicks its legs out seeking purchase.

“I won’t touch him again!” The beast promises through pained sobs. “I swear, my L-Lord, I—”

“You’re right,” Taehyung hisses, leaning down low as he snarls in the demon’s face. “You won’t touch him…ever again.”

Jungkook is horrified, completely taken aback and overwhelmed with fear as he watches the dark prince reach through the demon’s chest and clutch its heart. Blood curdling screams fill the air as burning embers rain down around them. It’s as if the sky is crying fire.

Taehyung squeezes the beast’s heart, glaring into its darkening eyes before he rips the heart out swiftly.

The angel can’t hold back his scream. This is the single most violent, purely terrifying thing he’d ever witnessed. He watches on, stomach turning as the monster convulses, blood pouring out from the cavity in its chest. It wheezes, movements slowing down considerably and Jungkook can’t bear to even think of meeting its eyes before they dim forever. He looks away, shielding his face with his arm and wing, shaking uncontrollably.

A piece of a tail flies by the angel’s wing and he heaves bile. The sounds he shields himself from are animalistic and vicious and Jungkook is mostly terrified. Mostly. There’s a small part of him, a tiny part that is a bit impressed.

Impressed by Taehyung’s power and might. Impressed that he showed up to save the angel. Impressed that he will take a life so easily to keep Jungkook safe.

It could have been minutes or hours, all Jungkook knows is his body is stiff from being curled in a ball for so long and when he hears someone approach, the angel uses it as a shield, he curls up even tighter, wings wrapping himself protectively.

Taehyung doesn’t know what to do. He’s covered in blood, and not just regular human blood but demonic blood which is thick and blood red and beyond foul. The demon doesn’t want to touch the angel and stain his wings carmine. Somehow that seems a much worse offense than the murder he just committed. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook stills, the demon’s deep baritone acting as a balm to his bruised and bloody body. A wing pulls back slightly, revealing the angel’s big, round, tear filled eyes.

Boba.

It’s all Taehyung can think; that Jungkook’s eyes are so huge and so round, they look like fucking boba. What the fuck is wrong with him?

And then his attention is drawn to the small slit on the angel’s cheekbone, and an even smaller drop of blood trickling down his cheek, falling onto blood-soaked robes. The demon sees red. The rage that furls up inside of him erupts, the dark prince’s now visible aura turns blood red and sizzles. He should have gutted that fucking monster. Should have made it slow and torturous and—

“T-Tae?” Jungkook stutters, hand sliding forward on the ground fearfully. “Is it over?”

The demon freezes. He’s crouching low so he tilts his head, shielding the angel’s eyes from the burning fires flaring up behind him. He nods silently.

“You c-came…”

“You called.” He says it simply, as if that explains it all and Jungkook takes a shuddering breath. It’s on the exhale that the angel finally lets out a sob and Taehyung has no fucking clue what to do. If he were still an angel, he would flutter his pretty wings over to the pretty angel and hug on him and dote on him—

But he’s not an angel anymore and hasn’t been one for so long it almost feels like none of the past really happened. Which makes him wonder, if it hadn't happened…would he have met Jungkook?

He should just leave. The angel is fine, he can get himself back home. Taheyung should go and never call on the angel again. Jungkook is fucking with his mind. He was probably sent to the demon as bait or some heavenly spy or—

“I-it said something’s wrong with my aura?” Jungkook’s lower lip trembles and Taehyung can’t tell him the truth. That yes, he’s noticed the angel’s aura hasn’t been as brilliantly blinding as it usually is. Not since he and Jungkook made their deal.

“Ignore him,” the demon orders harshly. “He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. And he’s gone now so…you’re safe.”

The angel nods, pushing himself up so he’s sitting, though still hunched over.

A staccato builds in the demon’s chest. “You’re hurt.”

“I-I’m fine—”

“You’re not fine,” he seethes, eyes on the angel’s blood, all that blood.

Taehyung used to be able to heal. It was rare an angel would get injured. Back then there were no humans, no war, no pain. Every now and then an angel might twist an ankle or wing with some overly zealous praise and worship and Taehyung would be called. He was stripped of that power when he fell.

Oh, how he wishes he had that power now. As a demon, he never missed the ability to heal; it’s not like he wants to help anyone’s life before. But right now?

“What did you do?!” A furious voice shouts, making both the angel and demon turn around.

“J-Jimin?”

“Mimi, it’s not what you thin—”

“Not what I think?” Jimin interrupts, shoving the demon away from the guardian. “Get away from him!”

Jungkook struggles to stand to his feet, hand clutching his torn, soiled robes. “It’s not, hyung. Taehyung…he saved me.”

Jimin pauses, eyes flashing threateningly. “Saved you? Jungkook, this is a demon. He is not your savior.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, body still trembling as his wings begin to flutter nervously. “I-I know. I didn’t, I mean…that monster attacked me and I screamed and he showed up and—”

“You screamed what?”

The angel blinks.

“You screamed what, Jungkook?”

He looks down, knowing what Jimin will say next. “His name.”

Jimin throws his hands up in despair, wings snapping open rigidly before drawing close to his body once again. “In a time of peril, you called for a demon instead of your Lord?”

He knows how it sounds, terrible, awful, blasphemous, and he didn’t mean to call out for the demon, he didn’t! But…but…

“I was nearby,” Taehyung lies softly, hands hanging uselessly by his sides, still dripping blood. “I heard their screams.”

"Do not lie to me!” The cherub roars, aurora quivering with anger and frustration. “Let’s go, Jungkook.”

“But—”

“NOW!” The cherub’s command leaves no room for opposition and the guardian shuffles forward meekly. Wrapping his arms around his friend, Jimin glares at the dark prince once more. “Stay away, Taehyung…or I will kill you.”

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Yoongi leans against the exterior wall of the dilapidated warehouse, arms crossed over his chest, bunching the fabric of his floral button down. He glances down at his watch, rolling his eyes. “What is taking him so long?”

Taehyung sucks on his cigarette, holding the poisonous smoke in his lungs momentarily before leaning his head back and letting it drift upwards in perfect rings. Halos. He shrugs. “You know Jack. He likes to play with his food first.”

“Well, it’s fucking rude to keep us waiting this long just so he could have some fu—” 

Yoongi’s words are cut off by wailing inside the burning warehouse completely consumed by flames. He glances in the busted window to his right. “Hurry the fuck up, Jack! I got shit to do!”

It’s always like this with Jack, the tormentor who loves playing with fire. Yoongi meant what he said to Jungkook up on that roof a while back. This version of the trickster is a complete sociopath, lacking the ability to decipher right from wrong and when enough is enough. Even now, Jack straddles a man that he has literally just torn to shreds, yet nothing is ever enough for the demon.

Yoongi bangs on the wall with a closed fist. “Fucking hurry, Jack!”

Jack turns his head, mouth twisted in a snarl, blood and pulp dripping from his fangs. He hisses before diving back into his mutilated prey.

“Leave him be,” Taehyung mutters, flicking ash onto the burning hot ground. He’s always like fire. Liked the warmth it provided and how it kisses his skin so sweetly…

The deity leans his shoulder against the structure with a sigh, watching the dark prince who can’t seem to stop fiddling with the bejeweled rings adorning his slender fingers. “Haven’t seen your angel around all week,” he muses, words drawn out in a lazy drawl.

“And?”

He shrugs. “So he is your angel?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Yes. That was the deal and you know it. He’s mine. My toy, my bitch, whatever word you want to use. But he is mine and in return, I leave that fucking human twat alone.”

“You never kept up your side of a deal before,” Yoongi observes, feline eyes squinting. “You’ve changed.”

“Fuck outta here.”

“No, I mean it,” the deity insists, standing up straight, hands sliding into his back pockets. “You’ve been acting fucking weird for weeks and even now, why are you so quiet? Normally, you’d either be in there having fun with Jack or you would’ve yanked him off that pathetic fucker so we could move the fuck on with our day. You don’t just…wait.”

Taehyung pretends to focus on the smoke swirling up to the heavens as the warehouse crackles, the structure groaning as its main support beams bend and snap. He’d much rather think of this destruction and how the so-called victims inside will all soon meet their death and Yoongi. Most of them will find themselves in hell soon enough where Taehyung will revel in their torment. 

That is, if he could just focus. Focus on the fire, the death, the eternal damnation. But no, he can’t focus. Can’t do his job or enjoy the perks of it because it’s been a week. A week of holding himself back, of giving the angel space, of actually listening to Jimin. 

The cherub was right to be worried for the guardian. Jungkook’s aura is dimming and though it’s clear and obvious to any demon, the angels will not be able to observe the change until it’s too late. 

Jungkook is falling. 

This should please the dark prince whose goal from the beginning was to destroy the angel from the inside out. It should please him that Jungkook screamed his name in his time of desperation. That he sought out Taehyung and not his actual God. 

And yet, the dark prince feels…off. He’s not as jubilant as he normally would be. There is a sense of apathy that has washed over him and no amount of tortured or damned souls can change it. 

“Your point?” He snaps in agitation. 

Yoongi gives a one-shouldered shrug, eyes still zeroed in on the prince. “Just observing. You’ve been off your game all week, it’s depressing.”

“Our existence is depressing, Yoongs.”

“It’s just…you’ve been different lately.” Yoongi repeats, biting his lip as he continues watching Taehyung expectantly. “Jungkook hasn’t been around lately.”

“You’re so observant, captain obvious.” Taehyung schools his voice to remain even, although his shoulders tense noticeably. He levitates briefly, peering into the window to gauge Jack’s progress.

“You killed a demon, Tae.”

“I kill demons all the time, don’t read into it.”

“You killed it for him.”

Taehyung watches Jack finish off his last victim, blood and guts coating everything. Blood has never bothered the dark prince. Much like fire, he always found a sort of beauty in the thick, warm liquid that sustains life. Yet, for the first time in his long existence, he viewed blood the way most humans do, as a threat, something to be feared.

Seeing the angel covered in his own blood boiled the rage inside of the demon like never before. Suddenly, ripping the monster apart, limb by limb, didn’t seem like a good enough punishment. Taehyung found himself wishing he could raise the dead just so he could viciously tear the demon apart over and over and over and—

“Taehyung!” Yoongi has to shout to get the prince’s attention, his brow furrowing in concern. “What is up with you? It’s Jungkook isn’t it?”

“Stop.”

“Tae—”

“Leave me be!” The demon orders, aura fanning out wildly to the point the deity flinches back, burned by his friend’s flames. 

Yoongi grits his teeth, clutching his injured wing. “Taehyung, you can’t do this.”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do, Yoongs.” Taehyung feels his hellfire rumble deep in his chest. Fuck. He feels out of control and he can’t…he just…

“Don’t do this!” Yoongi pleads, grabbing onto the demon’s arm. “He’ll lose his wings!”

“I don’t care!” The blast that erupts from his chest knocks the deity on his ass and rips several nearby trees from the ground, roots and all. “Let him lose his wings! What the fuck do I care? And why do you care? Don’t forget what you are or did you already forget how it was an angel, your angel, that betrayed us, sold us out as every other angel turned their head.”

He steps over Yoongi who lies sprawled on the ground, gray hair blown back from the wind emanating from the dark prince. “You’d be wise to remember your station, demon; don’t make me remind you. You’ll regret it.”

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Jungkook stumbles as he lands with an ungraceful thud, scrambling to his feet and running as fast as he can. He can’t get that monster’s dimming eyes out of his head, can’t stop hearing its lamentations as Taehyung ripped its heart out. 

The guardian didn’t know demons could be killed. Didn’t know he could bleed. Didn’t know Taehyung would respond to his call…

He trips and falls to his knees. He’s lying. Again. Still. 

The angel knew he could call upon his true Savior but…he didn’t just want to be saved, did he? No. He knew in the very depths of his soul that the dark prince would not only appear and protect him but that he would also destroy the monster and that he would make its death as painful and torturous as possible. 

He knew exactly what he was doing when he called Taehyung’s name and not the Lord’s. 

He cringes, remembering his hyungs’ harsh words all week. 

“Jungkook-ah! Why would you put yourself in such a dangerous position?” Namjoon had asked in frustration, voice hushed but stern. “You know better. I taught you better.”

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it,” the angel lied. “I promise! He-he’s just always around, you know? And isn’t he in charge of demons? I just thought—”

“Do you even understand the implications? If word got out that you…” Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose, “that you sought protection from a demon…it would be catastrophic.”

“But why?” The angel asked in confusion. “What’s so bad about getting help from someone—”

“Because demons don’t help, Jungkook!” Jimin shouted, eyes filled with disbelief. “They’re not nice, they don’t show up when they hear screams to save someone, if they show up at all, it’s to join in on the torture. Why are you choosing to ignore the fact that they are demons, damned souls?”

Namjoon shook his head sadly. “I have to go, make sure this doesn’t make its way up to Seokjin. Stay put, Jungkook-ah. Stay with Jimin and just lay low. I’ll talk to Yugyeom and Jaehyun to cover Eunwoo.”

They watched the principality leave, the guardian’s shoulder slumped in defeat. 

“You’re lying.” Jimin stated, face stoic and unfeeling. “Namjoon may believe your little act but I know you. I know Taehyung…and you’re both lying.”

Lying is a funny thing. It starts with one tiny lie that  turns into two,then three. The lies get bigger and more drastic as they're fabricated, lie after lie to cover up the mistruths that have been so carelessly spewn. Lies that once started, he can’t seem to stop. Just like how he couldn’t stop himself from lying to Jimin today. And now, here hel is back on Earth roaming the streets when he told Jimin he was just going for a walk in the honeysuckle garden.

But it’s been a week. A whole week and Jungkook needs to see the demon. Needs to make sure he’ll still stay away from Eunwoo. Still make sure their deal is on. Still needs to…see him.

He comes to a stop on a dark side street, a lone lamppost bulb flickering erratically in the distance. He closes his eyes, voice barely about a murmur. 

“Taehyung.”

The angel steps back as a harsh rushing wind assaults him and whooshes down the street. Taehyung lands in a crouch, elbows resting on his knees for a moment. The demon stands to his feet, head slightly bowed but eyes on the angel. 

“You came.”

“You called.”

“Will you always answer my call?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, eyes scanning the angel’s face. The small cut on his cheekbone is now a light, jagged scar and the demon grinds his teeth. “Your injuries?”

“Jimin hyung healed them. D-did you get h-hurt?” Jungkook stutters when the demon advances, stepping so close, the tips of their shoes touch. His heart skips a beat when the dark prince noses down the length of his neck, inhaling deeply. 

“You’ve been with Jimin?”

Jungkook nods, mouth so dry he can barely swallow. “Yeah. Why, you miss me?”

“Maybe.” Taehyung says it so quietly, the angel almost doesn’t hear it. “You miss me, baby angel?”

There’s a brief moment of hesitation before the angel nods again, a small bob of his head and an even smaller flutter of his wings. 

They stare at each other for another moment in silence. The demon motions to the side with his head, hand extending, rings sparkling in the flickering light. 

Jungkook stares down at the hand that has touched him in ways he never thought imaginable. The hand that fed him pork belly. That hand that now slips into his, fingers intertwining so effortlessly that the angel can’t look away. 

“I want to show you something.”

“I can’t fly. I-I’m exhausted. My wings…” Jungkook chokes. He’s not as strong as he used to be. He doesn’t understand what is going on with him…he’s scared. 

Taehyung slips arm around his waist, nose brushing against his cheek. “Lucky for you, I don’t need wings to fly.”

They take off in a blur of speed that is dizzying to the angel. He grasps the lapels of the demon’s suit jacket with a vice-like grip, lids fluttering as the sky streaks by. It gets darker and darker and the angel closes his eyes as he feels himself tumble through space and time. 

It’s just a brief moment but feels like an eternity in the demon’s arms as they leave Earth and enter an alternate realm Jungkook had never seen before. They land on a high cliff overlooking Earth and starry matter. 

“Where are we?” The angel asks, still slightly out of breath. 

Taehyung looks out at the view, hands in his pockets, hips pushed forward slightly.  “The Lower Celestials.”

“Lower—” Jungkook frowns, lower lip jutting out cutely. “I didn’t know there was another celestial plane.”

“It’s mostly filled with the Fallen.” The demon rolls his eyes when the angel blinks expectantly. Always so curious. “It can be…difficult to adapt to hell when all you know is heaven and light. There’s no sunlight in hell, no ethereal glows. It can feel like a constant weight crushing your soul. Here, it’s a bit easier to breathe. Less smokey. And we get a sliver of sunrise each morning. It doesn’t last long but…it’s something.”

Jungkook watches the demon as he speaks. This is probably the most he’s heard him talk without filling his words with ire and sarcasm. “You live here?”

He looks out over the city-like view below him. It is indeed dark, though it just appears to be nighttime. There is no moonlight lighting up the high points of buildings. No trees off in the distance. No flowers, no cool breeze, nothing. 

The air is stale and a bit thick making it uncomfortable to breathe, which just doesn’t feel fair because no one should have to struggle to breathe. He stretches his neck back, eyes piercing through the ether, past Earth. There is the faintest glow, just a hum of a mirage, way far out. But a bit closer there’s a more defined glow, multicolored cloud formations just barely visible. 

Jungkook gasps. “Are those the celestials?”

The demon nod stoically and the angel aches inside. He can’t imagine having fallen from grace, barely able to breathe, living in darkness…but having a front row seat to the splendor above, far beyond reach. 

The agony.

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss it?” The demon snorts, settling down on his ass, forearms resting on his bent knees. “What’s there to miss? Being bossed around all day? Having no purpose other than worshiping some almighty being? Watching angels being suppressed of their desires? Forbidden to think for yourself, forbidden to question, forbidden to…love.”

Jungkook’s breath catches as he kneels daintily next to Taehyung. “Were you…were you in love?”

The dark prince’s forehead wrinkles. “Fuck no. All I ever wanted to know was…why?”

The angel’s breath catches. Doesn’t he always ask Namjoon and Jimin the same thing all the time? The older angels always shush him, reassure him that there’s no need for him to know everything but he never understood why.

Taehyung’s voice is pained, filled with an anguish the angel can’t begin to fathom. “I’d always ask questions and it was never punished. Mimi says it’s because I was His favorite but, I guess it doesn’t matter. None of it matters.” He shakes his head, jaw set, eyes seemingly staring out but not seeing.

“It matters.” You matter, the angel wants to say but he bites his tongue. Instead, he faces forward, hands primly folded on his lap.

Taehyung waves his hand dismissively. He glances over at the angel, gaze dropping to the point on his chest where his robes criss-cross, dipping to reveal porcelain white skin. Thick, pink scars mar the otherwise flawless skin. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not too much. Jimin-hyung said they’ll eventually fade but that the real scars caused by demons are internal. My lungs…they’re so cold, it hurts if I breathe in too quickly. But I’ll be okay,” he shrugs nonchalantly, voice still quiet, not wanting to burst this calm little bubble he feels they are floating in. “Why were you so mad?”

Taehyung’s jaw clenches, hands fisting. “I’m a possessive, insolent asshole, lil bunny. I don’t like anyone touching what belongs to me.”

“I didn’t know we could kill demons.”

“We can’t,” the demon says, angling his body toward Jungkook, eyes flitting all over the angel’s face, jumping from mole to mole. “I can.”

Jungkook swallows, hands clammy and itching to reach forward. “I used to fear your eyes. I had never seen anything so dark. So empty."

“You’re not scared of me anymore?”

“I’m not SCARED,” Jungkook pouts.

“Tomato, tomahto.” Taehyung leans in teasingly. “So, what do you see now that you’re not sca–don’t fear me?”

Jungkook studies his eyes, his face; touches his cheek tentatively. “Fire. I see fire.” He gulps. “And…it’s beautiful.”

The Architect - The Chamber Orchestra Of London

(Play this amazing song that inspired me!)

Taehyung’s smirk transforms into a boxy smile, eyes glinting playfully. “You wanna feel it?”

“Fire?” Jungkook pulls back, knowing fire is not something to be toyed with on earth or in the celestials.

Taehyung blinks slowly, black lashes caressing the delicate skin under his eyes. His voice comes out deep and sultry. “My hellfire.”

The angel is scared. Terrified. And yet…

He nods.

Taehyung takes his hand, cups his cheek and takes his mouth in his, tongue claiming him until the angel’s body falls pliantly against him. The kiss is deep and slow and Jungkook positively melts at the demon’s touch.

The guardian hates how he no longer detests that touch. Is no longer cautious when that jeweled hand traces down his ribs, tugging him forward a bit until he’s facing the demon. Actually craves that slender hand that squeezes his flesh before sliding up to his chest and past his robes until it rests over his heart. Flames lick at the angel’s skin, disappearing as they seep into his being.

At first, he feels nothing. Silence engulfs them, sporadically interrupted by sounds made by hungry mouths, wet kisses. And then he does feel it. It’s just a spark, a spark deep in his chest that pulses, slowly building in intensity. It fills him, the fiery blaze rolling through him until the ice in his chest begins to melt, the pain subsiding and the relief instant.

Jungkook sags against Taehyung, embracing the inferno that embraces him right back. He has never felt so close to someone and this feels even more intimate than when they fuck. It’s like Taehyung is sharing something deeply personal with the angel, healing him somehow.

The fire erodes the last shards of ice clinging to the guardian’s soul and he gasps as a wave of…raw power shoots through him, eyes rolling back. It’s warm, so warm, and comforting and he wants to lay down and sleep but also wants to ravage the demon.

Jungkook chooses the latter, returning the prince’s kiss with vigor, pressing forward until Taehyung’s back hits the ground. His body immediately covers the demon’s, grinding as he bunches his robes in an effort to free himself of the garment. He suddenly feels heated skin around his hips and sees that Taheyung is now naked. He’s glorious.

Black hair fans out on dry, depleted dirt, eyes half closed and pink lips slightly parted and the angel growls. He growls and grunts and buries his face in the demon’s neck as he rams into him at a frantic pace.

Taehyung’s sharp intakes of breath and deep, baritone moans make the angel feel as if he’s going to explode. It’s all too much, feels too good, feels just right. The ice has melted and Jungkook can’t help but feel like perhaps this is no longer just a deal to neither him nor the demon.

The angel plunges deep in his hole, one hand fisting his black hair, the other sliding down to wrap around Taehyung’s leaking cock. The demon whines, the feeling of  being filled so fucking perfectly he can barely breathe is so intense. The little breath he can take he uses to infuse the angel with more of his incandescent hellfire.

Jungkook fucks his perfect cock inside of Taehyung, mouth peppering his neck with sweet kisses that turn more lewd when innocent pink lips wrap around the demon’s nipple. Taehyung’s back arches with the pleasure the angel thrusts into him. His eyes drift upward, taking in the slow of the distant celestials and something snaps inside of him, tears brimming his eyes.

The angel releases his nipple, tongue lapping back up his skin until their mouths meet again. Taheyung blinks, thinking he sees his own fire reflecting in Jungkook’s eyes but it’s no mere reflection. The demon’s hellfire rages within the angel, burning brightly, an effulgence of light radiating from every aspect of his being.

Taehyung comes. Taehyung comes and he sees stars. Stars that twinkle gloriously in the galaxy of Jungkook’s wide doe eyes. Stars that shoot across the black sky of the demon’s damned soul and it hurts. It fucking aches.

And when the angel comes, the dark prince is taken aback by his otherworldly beauty. By his gloriously stretched out sterling silver wings, quivering with ebullience.

‘He’ll lose his wings!’

Yoongi’s voice pierces through the ecstasy, hitting the demon full force.

‘I don’t care! Let him lose his wings! What the fuck do I care?’

Fuck.

Fuck.

Taehyung cares.

Jungkook rolls off the demon onto his own back, panting breathlessly, eyes barely open. He’s never felt anything so delectable before, never…never… He knows this is bad. Jungkook knows he’s officially past the point of no return; no longer able to deny what he’s sure is so glaringly obvious.

He turns his head and sees Taehyung staring at him with much the same expression. Fear fills the demon’s troubled eyes. Jungkook’s hand creeps forward, fingers resting just a couple inches from the demon’s. He looks back up at the night sky, heart pounding. And then he feels it.

A pinky links with his.

And his heart swells.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Taehyung lies the angel down beside his human in his bed that the demon feels is way too small for two beings. But he has no other option. He can’t enter the Upper Celestials without being summoned first and that ain’t happening any time soon. And it’s not like he can keep Jungkook in the Lower Celestials. His aura, though not as blinding as before, is still so obviously an angelic glow that vibrates with goodness, he would be impossible to hide anywhere.

So despite the demon’s first instincts to hoard the angel and keep him to himself forever, he drops him off in Seoul, South Korea, stomach twisted in disturbing knots.

He brushes silver hair from Jungkook’s forehead, the angel already having fallen into a deep sleep in Taehyung’s arms as he transported them here.

Fuck.

Taehyung disappears from the room, leaving behind nothing, not even a black mist. His feet land on the rooftop of Eunwoo’s apartment building. If he looks down, Taehyung knows he will be able to see through the floors and see the angel. But he doesn’t feel the urge to gaze at him right now.

He crouches at the corner of the roof, glaring out at the sleeping city.

The only urge he feels is to protect.

To protect what is his.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Jimin pulls his hood low over his eyes, the dark cloak shielding his radiant aura as he walks briskly down the street. He stops at an abandoned building, stepping through the threshold and descending four flights of stairs. It’s out of the way and the air is too thick to make breathing mindless but he had to take every precaution. As powerful a cherub as he is, even he wouldn’t be able to save himself if he were caught here.

“Took you long enough.”

His mouth turns down in a frown at the sound of that voice. “What are you doing here?” He asks in disgust.

Yijeong steps from a shadow, dull gray eyes meeting Jimin’s. “I should be asking the same of you, angel. You’re a long way from your cloud, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t go through all this trouble to get here just to talk to you,” Jimin spits out venomously. “Where’s your boss?”

“Is that all you think he is to me? My boss?”

The smirk on the underworld demon’s face grates on Jimin’s nerves and his jaw clenches in an attempt to not lose his temper. Yijeong has always known exactly how to get under the cherub’s skin.

“Stop taunting him, Yij.”

The gruff voice that meets the cherub’s ears steals his breath and punches him in the chest.

Yoongi leans against a cement pillar, arms crossed over a bright black and gray foliage printed shirt, gray wings half spread behind him. He’s only slightly taller than the cherub and though Jimin’s pink wings are bigger in general, Yoongi’s are much wider. Even now, at rest, his wingspan beats Jimin’s.

The cherub swallows, mouth dry and throat parched.

“What did you want? You went through a lot of trouble to get here.”

His words are so similar to the angel’s words just moments ago. They always did think similarly. Jimin looks away, refusing to look in Yijeong’s direction.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, glancing at the other demon. “Get outta here.”

Yijeong pouts and shoots a glare Jimin’s way but obliges, disappearing instantly.

“Well? I don’t have all day and this wasn’t the easiest journey so…speak, angel.”

“Journey?” Jimin repeats, hands clenched around his robes so tightly his knuckles are white. “Don’t you live here?”

“No.”

“Where do you live then?”

“In hell, Jimin. I live in hell.” He says it as if it’s the stupidest question he ever heard and it very well might be. Because where else would a demon, an underworld deity at that, possibly live?

“But the fallen, they all live in the Lower Celestials.”

“Not all.” Yoongi walks a bit closer but still keeps his distance. “Not every fallen wants to be bombarded with glimpses of what they once had.”

The angel looks away, unable to maintain eye contact. “It’s Jungkook.”

“Ah, the guardian. He’s causing quite the stir, hmm?”

“What do you know?” The cherub demands, eyes cutting back to the fallen deity.

“Nothing that is any of your business.” Yoongi cracks his knuckles, angling his body so he isn’t facing the angel straight on.

Now that he’s close enough for Jimin’s bright aura to cast a glow over him, the angel can see that Yoongi’s beautiful gray wing is badly burned. “You’re hurt.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Also none of your business.”

“Yoongi—”

“That’s not my name here.”

Jimin grits his teeth, exhaling through his nose. “You’re really not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

“Is there a reason I should? Get on with it. I have souls to process.”

“It’s just—” He hesitates, looking anywhere but at the demon. “I don’t know what’s going on with Jungkook. He’s, he’s young, Yoongi—Agust. He’s young and naive and I fear for his soul. He’s changed and…”

“And?”

He lifts his eyes to meet the gray winged demon’s lazy gaze. “I fear this is Taehyung’s doing. I fear…Jungkook is falling. Or at least close to it. And I don’t know how to stop it.”

The cherub’s voice cracks and the demon’s wings twitch. He never could handle seeing Jimin sad. Maybe that’s where the demon went wrong in the first place, always catering to the angel’s needs, always looking out for the pink haired cherub instead of worrying for his own soul. “So let him. You can’t control everything, you know. Or have you still not learned your lesson?”

Jimin pushes his hood back, eyes blazing and now Yoongi is the one to lack the ability to hold eye contact. “Will you always bring every conversation back to that?”

“To you, selling me out and me spending the rest of eternity in hell?” Yoongi nods with a sarcastic shrug. “I’d say yes. Kinda hard to get over that shit. Not that you would know.”

“Yoongi—” Jimin takes a deep breath, shoulders slouching. “I’ve tried telling you but you don’t want to hear it. You never let me explain, never let me close enough to you to try to explai—”

“Because I don’t want to hear it, Mimi!” Yoongi bellows, wings shooting outward to full capacity, his injured wing flinching in pain. A harsh breeze sifts through the angel’s pink locks. “I see no point in reliving the past and I don’t know why you would want to either. We’ve moved on, you should, too. Good luck with your guardian. You’re going to need it.”

“Wait! Wait, at least let me…” The angel reaches out desperately, hand grazing the demon’s injured wing. His hand glows, radiating a delicate warmth that makes the demon flinch.

Yoongi is no longer used to sweet words and even sweeter touches, even if they are all he sees when he closes his eyelids. His wing vibrates, charred black feathers unfurling and returning to their deep gray color. It stretches hesitantly, fully healed but the burn he harbors inside is something no angel can mend. “Don’t touch me!”

“Yoongi, please,” Jimin begs, tears in his eyes as he reaches for the demon’s arm. Yoongi almost trips in an attempt to not let the cherub touch him and Jimin can’t take it anymore. “They were going to smite you!” He confesses, sobs making his chest heave.

“What?”

“R-Raguel and Phanuel, they threatened me—you.” The angel takes in a shaky breath, pulling his hands beneath his cloak so Yoongi wouldn’t see how hard they convulse. “They already knew it was Lucifer and Taehyung had already incriminated himself. He’s not exactly the most subtle. But they knew there were more doubters, they just needed confirmation.”

“You gave them my name,” Yoongi spits venomously and the angel shrinks back.

“They listed you, Yoongi! What was I supposed to do? Let them kill you? You wouldn’t have even been given the chance to fall. You would just have ceased to exist. I had no choice!”

“No, I had no choice!” The deity screams, face mere inches from the cherub’s, words wet with unshed tears. “You should have told me.”

“I didn’t have time! I had to decide–”

“It’s my life, Jimin! My eternity you fucked with!”

“I couldn’t let them kill you, I’m sorry.”

“So, instead you handed me over on a fucking silver platter? You think damning me to hell is any better than letting them smite me? Come on, Mimi, you don’t honestly think I believe that, do you?”

“I c-couldn’t, Yoongi. I can’t–”

“Can’t what, Jimin?” Yoongi hisses in his face, shaking him by his shoulders.

“I can’t live in an eternity where you don’t exist! I c-cant, I just can’t, I…”

Yoongi’s shoulders drop as the sobbing cherub collapses against him. He never could stand seeing tears stain Jimin’s beautiful face, could never stay mad too long. “I loved you. I love you and you just…you just sold me out, you got rewarded for it. You pretend not to know me at council gatherings. You…”

“I’m not allowed,” he whispers against Yoongi’s neck, breathing in that all too familiar scent that he smells everyday, though it’s not as comforting as the real thing. Nothing can replace the way Yoongi makes him feel. “I didn’t accept anything, I swear. I stayed in the celestials. I barely leave my home. I can’t…”

Yoongi holds the trembling angel in his arms, consumed with the need to gather up all Jimin’s broken pieces and mend his broken heart, their broken souls. He pulls back, their foreheads touching as sparkling tears slide down the cherub’s perfectly rounded cheeks.

Jimin’s wings tremble, breath escaping his lungs as he watches Yoongi’s feline eyes soften as they take in the angel’s face. “I couldn’t lose you.”

“But you did,” the demon’s voice cracks and he closes his eyes. “Forever.”

Jimin chokes on a sob when Yoongi’s hands fly up to cradle his face, tears streaming down the demon’s face now, as well. 

“And that is worse than losing my eternity.” A soft sob escapes his throat and the demon opens his eyes to peer into Jimin’s.

But Jimin can’t match those gray eyes. He closes his own, feeling like his heart is being ripped from his chest. 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. “Yoongi.” The cherub’s voice is softer than a whisper, softer than the breeze that dances through his honeysuckle garden back home. “I—”

“You’re so beautiful, Mimi.” Yoongi lightly ghosts his lips over Jimin’s before releasing him. “Goodbye…angel.”

Jimin doesn’t wait to be alone before collapsing to the ground in a heap of beautiful pink feathers and a broken heart. 

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, vanishing before he gives in, taking the sweet scent of honeysuckle with him.

The lamentations that cry out from the angel’s mouth are soul crushing and no matter how far or how fast Yoongi flies, he knows he’ll never be able to escape the haunting memory of them. 

He’ll forever be bound to the cherub, destined to an eternity worse than damnation. 

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Jungkook misses Taehyung. It’s only been two days but he is desperate. Desperate to see him, touch him…just desperate for him. He doesn’t know how to stop feeling like this, doesn’t even know if he’d want to even if he could.

It’s exhilarating being with the dark prince. Their time together usually consists of flirtatious bickering followed closely by the most mind-blowing sex the angel could ever imagine, and though he never did before, all he does now is imagine. He imagines the feel of Taehyung under him, over him, the feel of his warm, wet mouth sucking him down, the feel of his plush ass arching into the angel’s hips as he calls his name as if in reverent prayer.

And Jungkook especially misses what happens after their sexual encounters. The way Taehyung will sometimes timidly curl an arm around the angel’s shoulders, pulling him close enough to throw a golden leg over Jungkook’s waist. He’s always so warm.

And he misses him terribly. So the angel does what he has been doing more and more frequently.

“Taehyung.”

Wind hits his face with a force the angel doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to but he doesn’t care, because it’s warm.

Strong arms secure around his waist, pink lips touch his own and he closes his eyes knowing what comes next. Being transported by Taehyung is always dizzying, giving the angel a sense of vertigo that makes him disorientated. But it’s okay.

Because Taehyung.

“Whoa, baby angel. Take it easy,” Taehyung murmurs into his ear, stabilizing the angel when he stumbles on his feet.

The dark prince has brought Jungkook all over the Earth and its surrounding galaxies. The guardian has seen more than eyes could ever fathom, some places he’s heard of and some completely unknown to him. He’s tried all types of amazing food and learned he actually really enjoys Kpop even though the demon mocks him for it. But it’s okay.

Because Taehyung.

Because Taehyung never fails to look at him the way he is right now. Jungkook knows his own eyes betray him every time he looks into the demon’s, as if the prince hung the moon and stars himself…and some he actually did, once upon a time.

And Taehyung? Well, he looks at the angel like he is the moon and stars and those eyes never fail to make Jungkook’s heart pound and wings curl. “Where’ve you been?” He pouts, leaning into Taehyung’s chest.

Their hips brush and Taehyung squeezes at his waist lightly. “Busy running hell and corrupting souls, cottonball.”

His pout turns into a frown. “Is there really no way for you to stop?”

“It doesn’t work like that,” the demon laughs, helping him sit on the cloud they’re perched on.

The demon likes bringing the angel here, between the Lower Celestials and Earth. It’s a place not often frequented by demons nor angels so they are free to relax, talk, just exist together.

All Jungkook wants is to exist with Taehyung.

The angel reclines into the demon’s side as they watch the planets orbit the sun, Taehyung absently toying with the feathers of Jungkook’s left wing which curls around him gently. “My scars went away,” he says, glancing up at Taehyung, who nods.

“I know, I see you naked all the time, snowflake.”

He blushes profusely, cheeks and neck burning in embarrassment and the demon is endeared.

Endeared.

Taehyung lets out a frustrated sign, rubbing his face wearily. He’s tried to stay away with little to no success. He can’t resist the angel’s call, can’t resist those eyes that seek him out so frequently, those lips that call out to him. He is the dark prince of hell and yet this lil baby angel, who has lived less than a millennia, has rendered him helpless, useless.

He doesn’t know how to process what he’s been feeling since he met the guardian. Of course, the first thing he noticed was how pure, how utterly flawless the angel’s aura was. It’s the first thing the demon takes in about anyone.

The second thing he noticed, is that Jungkook is hot as fuck.

The third thing he learned is that Jungkook is also adorable as fuck. And this is what ruined everything, because the dark prince can handle hot, he can tolerate annoying, he can destroy despicable. What he can’t resist apparently, is the cute way Jungkook scrunches his nose when he laughs. He also can’t resist the livid face the angel makes every time he tastes a new, delicious food. Or how ridiculously big his eyes get when the demon shows him he’s never seen before. Which is all the time.

Taehyung also can’t resist the way the guardian is becoming more sure of himself sexually. How he chases his own release now instead of just fulfilling the deal he agreed to. How Jungkook sends flirtatious glances his way, biting his lower lip and batting his lashes coquettishly. It’s utterly irresistible.

And utterly un-fucking-acceptable.

“I wanted to give you something,” Jungkook says, turning to Taehyung who raises his eyebrows.

“Aw, you got me a gift lil lint ball?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Oh, really?” The demon smirks, leaning back on his elbows when the angel urges him to recline.

“Pants.”

With a flick of his wrist, Taheyung’s, and Jungkook’s, clothes disappear, the angel now raising an eyebrow. The demon smiles innocently.

“I…” Jungkook is so shy. His whole body is flushed, turned on by the naked prince in front of him, slightly embarrassed that he is naked and exposed. But he is determined, has been thinking about this moment for weeks and nothing will stop him. Jungkook is nothing if not persistent.

He mouths at the demon’s neck, hands sliding down his chest so slowly Taehyung squirms. The angel’s mouth follows the trail his hands make, grazing over dark, pert nipples, nibbling at the taut skin of his abdomen.

“Baby angel,” Taehyung’s breath catches when the other’s breath ghosts his painfully hard cock. It takes so little for the angel to rile him up. His mere existence sets the demon’s most carnal desires into overdrive. “What-what’re you—ah, fuck!”

The feeling of complete euphoria hits him like a lightning bolt, electrifying every last cell of his body as the angel’s mouth sinks down over his cock, taking him completely in one go. 

The guardian’s mouth is utterly divine, and the prince who has fucked countless demons and humans has never felt anything so surreal, so fucking good. He should’ve known Jungkook would give perfect head. He’s a perfectionist, as all angels are, but he’s also stubborn and sassy which just makes it all so fucking fun. 

The angel pops off, lips swollen and covered in spit, eyes wide and blinking. He’s so perfect Taehyung wants to throw himself off this fucking cloud and fall all over again. 

“Taehyung? Can you…”

“What is it, Jungkook?”

The angel gazes up at him from beneath thick eyelashes, cheeks pink from his previous efforts. “Will you f-fuck my mouth?”

Taehyung almost coos at the precious angel who can’t even swear without being adorable as well as being shy. He doesn’t coo though. No. 

He fists Jungkook’s hair, tugging up until the guardian lifts off him and onto his own back. The demon crawls over him, straddling his head with his legs and taps the tip of his leaking cock against pink lips. 

They part and he slides in slowly. Taehyung tucks into Jungkook’s mouth leisurely, taking his time so as not to choke the angel. 

The demon’s arms tremble as he holds back, teeth digging into his lip, turning it white as he hisses when he hits the back of Jungkook’s throat. The angel's eyes roll back, hands flying up to hook around Taehyung’s thighs pulling him down, pushing him deeper. 

“Fuck, ah ah, fuck,” Taehyung pants, pace quickening as he feels that delicious sensation build. 

He remembers the first time he fucked Jungkook. It was rough, borderline violent and lewd, so lewd. He remembers flying through the sky, fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock, tears in the angel’s eyes, tears Taehyung knew were born of guilt not only because of what he was doing but also, guilt because he enjoyed it.

And maybe a part of him right now regrets it. Not fucking him, of course, but rather…not making it…special? Oh shit, what the fuck?

The feeling in the demon’s chest aches, burns, scratches at his damned soul. He wraps his hand around sweaty silver hair, pulling the angel’s head back so he can plunge deeper into his mouth, his throat.

Jungkook gags but Taheyung doesn’t let up. The angel palms at the flesh of his ass, squeezing and kneeding and it’s much, too fucking much. Taehyung lets go, filling the angel’s mouth to the brim until cum leaks out the corners. Sliding his hand under the angel’s nape, Taehyung tilts his head more making it easier for Jungkook to swallow.

And he does. Jungkook swallows it all and is so consumed with lust and desire he cums next, splashing thick, warm cum against his stomach and the back of Taehyung’s thighs. The demon growls, the staccato of his raging hellfire making his body tremble. He slides down Jungkook’s chest and stomach, cock dragging through quickly drying cum where he humps a couple times just because he likes it extra filthy, likes feeling Jungkook’s mess, the essence of his pleasure all over that beautifully porcelain skin.

Pressing his heels into the cloud beneath them, Jungkook lifts Taehyung and slides him down the length of his cock. He fucks up in him relentlessly, ruthlessly making tears spring to the demon’s eyes.

“Holy fuck, Jungkook,” the demon gasps, falling forward, hands on either side of the angel’s head. His eyes drift to those beautiful, glorious wings that glimmer so prettily.

“Touch me,” Jungkook breathes out between thrusts. “My w-wings.”

Taehyung wasn’t sure what he expected. His wings are soft, as delicate and precious as a cloud. They’re warm and remind the demon of countless nights cuddling with Jimin as they thought out scandalous scenarios for the other angels. They’re thick and firm but pliable all at the same time and they glitter.

And when Junkgook lifts his wings and wraps them around Taehyung’s hunched form, the demon’s eyes roll back in his head. He is surrounded by feathers and heat and all he can see is Jungkook, Jungkook…

Jungkook.

The smell is impossibly intoxicating and Taehyung can almost taste the angel’s goodness.

“So good,” Jungkook whines, face scrunched in concentration. “You feel…so…good. So…Taehyung—”

“Yeah baby?” The demon says shakily, unable to move any longer, just letting Jungkook do with him as he wishes. He bites his tongue, drawing blood, not trusting himself to keep his mouth shut.

“Taehyung, Taehyung, I…I—fuck…oh God, oh my God. I think…I thi—”

Taehyung crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss that turns into them just breathing, mouths open and panting. The angel’s eyes are glassy, both metallic and translucent and Taehyung can’t. He can’t, he won’t, he shouldn’t.

“Taehyung…” The angel whispers his name like a prayer and something in Taehyung splits open.

“I love you, Jungkook,” he says breathily, heart pounding to the point it hurts. “Shit. I fucking l-love you.”

Jungkook blinks unbelievingly, once, twice. Tears spill from those sparkling eyes, mingling with the burning tears falling from the demon’s eyes. “I love you, Taehyung.” He says it clearly, no stuttering, no hesitation.

The angel has known for quite some time now but was too scared to admit it. How does an angel reconcile being in love with a demon, the dark prince himself? Jungkook had briefly considered trying to stifle it, not to see Taehyung, call off the deal regardless of what could happen to Eunwoo…but he knew before the whole thought was formed that he wouldn’t be able to stay away.

Neither of them can stay away. They move as one, still cocooned in Jungkook’s luxurious wings. And when they come, it’s together.

And when Taehyung pulls a cloud edge and stretches it over them for warmth, Jungkook curls into him.

And when Jungkook lifts his head and puckers his lips, that little mole below his lip winking cutely, the demon bends his neck and kisses the angel slow and deep, gentle and loving.

Like how he should have been kissed all along.

“I love you, Tae.”

“I love you,” their eyes lock, “baby angel.”

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

“Got something there, little prince.” Hoseok prances around showcasing the prized item he just sneakily pulled from Taehyung’s pocket.

“Is that a fucking feather?” Yoongi asks in disbelief. “From an angel wing?”

Wooshik shoots the dark prince a look of total disgust. “Ew, why do you have that?” 

“Do not tell me this means what I think it does.” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to regulate his breathing. “Tell me you weren’t stupid enough to do what I think you did to get this feather.”

Taehyung snatches the feather from the trickster, shoving him away from the table they are all sittting around. 

“You soul-bonded Jungkook?” Yoongi covers his face. “No, no, no. This is bad.”

“Go walk through fire and cleanse yourself,” Hyungsik almost gags. “Ugh. Your aura is different, get away from me. I don’t wanna catch whatever you have.”

“I don’t have anything,” Taehyung rolls his eyes, flicking the ash of his cigarette onto the ground. “And it’s really not all that serious.”

“Prince,” Seojoon leans forward, perfect features twisted in concern, “how are you going to do your…job, and keep the angel, too?”

“Better than you do your fucking job, considering it was your monster that attacked my angel without permission.”

“I apologize. I heard one of my guys went rogue. It won’t happen again.”

 “Fucking right it won’t,” the prince growls, eyes raging. “Because if there is a next time, I’ll tear you apart too, chaos monster.”

“You soul-bonded a fucking angel!” Yoongi repeats shrilly, the only one to understand the gravity of the situation.

Taehyung shrugs sheepishly. “Not completely. He gave me one of his but I didn’t give him one of mine.”

“And you somehow think that protects either of you?” Yoongi bites his lip, fear coloring his face. “Fuck what it means for you, Jungkook bound his soul to yours. Yours, which is damned to hell for all of eternity.”

“I fail to see your point.” 

Yoongi and Seojoon shout over each other, both adamant that their opinion is right but Taehyung ignores them. He lifts his feet, resting his heels on the edge of the dining table. The silver feather twirls in his hand.

The truth is, Taehyung never thought of soul bonding, never needed to give it a single thought. He had a soulmate which he lost when he fell. Soul bonding wasn’t for demons. It was actually Jungkook that had brought it up.

“I love you, Taehyung.” Jungkook plucks a single feather from his wing, placing it on Taehyung’s open palm. It is about the size of his hand, beautifully curved, its downy fronds fluttering magically, stretching toward the angel as if begging to go back to him. “With all that is in me, with everything I am.”

“Listen fuzz ball—”

Jungkook cuts him off with a soft kiss, closing the demon’s fist around the feather. “No need to try to act cool, Tae. It’s just us here.”

A lump rises in the demon’s throat. It gets stuck, undulates a bit, then emerges in a silent sob.

“In every life, every eternity, I choose you, Taehyung.”

Looking down at the plumage, the dark prince ponders the position he is in. Yoongi is convinced it will hurt the balance of good and evil and will damn the angel’s soul. Seojoon could care less about the guardian’s soul, but believes Taehyung and Jungkook could find a way around the impossibility of it all. The twins bicker back and forth while Jack tries in vain to recreate the luminosity of the magnificent feather.

Taehyung runs the plume along his lower lip, darting his tongue out with a flick. As he suspected. It tastes like Jungkook.

“You’re sick,” one twin says, the other grimacing and backing away. “You’re obsessed, boss.”

The prince shrugs. Maybe he is a lil obsessed. So what? So he can spot Jungkook’s glorious wings a million miles away, and he has on more than one occasion. So what if there’s a familiarity when a slight breeze caresses his face and he knows Jungkook is descending? So what if the demon can discern the guardian’s footsteps without looking, recognize his breathing without opening his eyes… 

A long distance relationship could work, or at least that’s what Jungkook keeps trying to convince him of. They see each other every day now, sometimes multiple times a day, the demon finding any excuse to be near the angel. Not much would change. Jungkook could still be a guardian, stay with his precious human and Taehyung can do…what Taehyung does.

They’ll just be discreet.

All the demon knows is that there is no way he can stay away from the angel, nor does he want to. He aches for him. Eyes constantly seek him out whether in a crowd in the middle of Seoul, or flying between the celestials. Taehyung has to restrain himself from lashing out at every stupid fucking angel he passes on Earth because they don’t fucking matter, don’t mean a goddamn thing if their name is not Jeon Jungkook.

And it’s not lost on the dark prince how opposite they truly are. Jungkook is radiant and filled with goodness, while Taehyung exudes fire and sin. They are like two opposites that just somehow fit so fucking perfectly. Like Yin and Yang.

“Taehyungie, hyung!”

The prince shoots up from his seat, clutching the feather in his hand. He ignores the groans of the other demons at the table, instead opting to meet Jungkook halfway across the room in a heated kiss.

“He knows where we meet now?” Seojoon observes disapprovingly.

“Hey, lil one,” Taehyung smiles, running his hands down Jungkook’s back, squeezing as they glide over the delicious swell of his ass.

The angel blushes, glancing over the demon’s shoulder, a bright smile lighting up his face as he waves hi. “Hi guys! Did I interrupt?”

“No,” Taehyung and Yoongi say just as the others bark out a ‘yes.’

The angel steps away from Taehyung who frowns when he hugs Yoongi warmly. The deity smirks at the demon, hugging the angel back. “Stop pouting, you fucking toddler.”

“Language!” Jungkook chastises, patting Yoongi’s hair affectionately. “You smell like Jimin hyung’s garden.” He takes another sniff. “I never noticed it until now. It’s—”

“Honeysuckle,” Taehyung interrupts, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the frozen demon, whispering in his ear, “sore subject. Don’t bring it up again.”

Jungkook nods with an awkward smile, waving goodbye. There are curses thrown their way that never fully make it to his ears but Taehyung is already transporting them. They land in a dark room in a dark apartment somewhere unknown. “Where are we?”

“My place. Want wine? Banana milk?”

The angel scrunches his nose with a cute smile, nodding enthusiastically. He knows he doesn’t have to be specific; Taehyung will get him exactly what he wants. And when a banana milk is slid across the counter in his direction, he smiles smugly.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Spill it.”

“Nothing, Taehyung.”

“Just fucking tell me!”

“I just think you’re really cute!” Jungkook bursts out, hands clapping over his mouth.

Taehyung’s face twists in distaste. “I’m not cute.”

“But you are, you’re so adorable and super sweet,” the angel insists, hanging off his arm dramatically. “And I see the flowers you got me over there on the table.”

“How do you know they’re for you?” Taehyung retorts with a snort. “Maybe I’m redecorating.”

“Oh, please! That’ll be the day. Just give me my damn flowers.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, picking up the bouquet and practically tossing them to the angel unceremoniously. “They’re just flowers, Jungkook. Don’t look all excited.”

Jungkook takes a deep sniff, eyes fluttering closed. “But they’re not just flowers. They’re Earthly flowers, my favorite. And they’re from you. Also, my favorite.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, come on! Can’t you even try to be romantic? Mingyu is sooooo romantic with Woo and—”

“So go find some sappy human,” he says, half heartedly trying to remove his arm from the angel’s grasp. “You’re so clingy.”

“I am,” the guardian admits proudly. “And I don’t want some sappy human. I want my grumpy, old grandpa of a prince—”

“Demon.” Taehyung corrects Jungkook flatly, always pushing to ensure Jungkook doesn’t forget who or what he is.

“Tomato, tomahto. Thank you for my flowers. I love them.”

And there it is. That smile.

That smile that makes it all worth it, that makes the dark prince positively melt and willing to level galaxies. That smile that makes him want to do all types of crazy things like be good. Or at least attempt to be. “Come here, baby.”

Jungkook drifts into the demon’s embrace, arms and wings wrapping around him lovingly. “Have you thought about the soul bond?” He pretends not to notice how Taehyung tenses briefly.

He kisses the angel’s temple before leading him to the bedroom. “Lay down, let me take care of your wings.”

The angel lays prostrate on the silk sheets, large wings spreading to cover every other inch of the bed. His wings aren’t as strong as they used to be and he knows what’s happening. Jungkook knows he’s falling. First his aura, now his wings…every flight from heaven to the In Between or even the celestials to Earth are beyond exhausting.

Warm hands knead at the base of his wings on each shoulder, making Jungkook groan. “This almost feels better than your ass.”

Language!” Taehyung mocks in faux horror. His fingers patiently work the angel’s back, loosening tight, sore muscles. 

The demon takes his time stretching each wing, running his hands along the smooth bone and cartilage. He knows exactly where to massage, where to add more pressure and where to let up. 

Of course Jungkook is worried. Scared. Petrified, if he’s being honest. This is unprecedented according to Taehyung and the angel doesn’t know if he’ll be cast down from heaven or if the angel of justice will smite him. 

And what of Taehyung? He’s already been banished, would he just suddenly cease to exist? 

No. 

Jungkook shakes his head in an attempt to rid his mind of such an unimaginable thought. He sighs when Taehyung makes a noise, wondering what the angel is thinking. 

“Taehyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Do..do you have…wings?” It’s the one question the angel never felt brave enough to ask. The one question he feared would make the other clam up and push him away. 

The massage falters but only for a moment, Taehyung continues pressing soft kisses into the base of Jungkook’s wings. ”I do.”

“Why don’t you show them? Are they…damaged? Are you hurt?”

“I’m not allowed,” he murmurs, a bit light headed from Jungkook’s aura. Even dimmed, it is much brighter and more intoxicating than any other angel the demon has laid eyes upon.

“Not allowed? What? Why?”

“After all this time, you’re still so innocent aren’t you, baby angel? I sinned. And on top of that, I brought a third of the angels with me.”

“But that’s not your fault, Tae. If they doubted or sinned, their damnation is not your fault.”

Taehyung shakes his head, burrowing his face in the downy softness. “It is my fault. I lied, I persuaded them, I planted the seed of doubt and watered it with their insecurity. It is my fault. So I was thrown out through the pearly gates right on my ass. And believe me, that shit hurt.”

“So…you just can’t even make them visible?” This saddens the angel for so many reasons. He can’t imagine being forbidden to show and stretch his wings. Does the demon still feel the weight of them on his back? Or is it literally out of sight, out of mind?

The next reason is purely selfish and once again, Jungkook finds himself not feeling guilty over something he should. He’ll never be able to see Taehyung’s wings. He hadn’t realized until now just how much he had anticipated finally seeing them, finally drifting his fingers through whatever colored feathers the demon has.

“I can, I just don’t.” Taehyung knows Jungkook expects more, wants more. So he concedes. “I don’t see the point in showing them if I can’t even use them. It’s not like I need them to fly.”

“Yeah but—”

“Just—drop it, okay?”

Jungkook reaches back, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s hand and bringing it to his lips. He kisses around a brilliant scarlet ruby. Are they perhaps as cherry red as Seokjin’s. Taehyung was originally a seraph after all. Or perhaps he was traditional white, though the angel can’t picture him with red or white hair. The black suits him so well.

“Your love is too good for me, baby angel.”

“Nothing is too good for you.” He kisses another knuckle. And then another.

The dark prince pulls his hand back, a crimson blush coloring his cheeks. “Now, quit the twenty questions and just relax. I’m gonna take care of you before I make you fuck me until we both forget I even have wings.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whines, squirming between his legs, his plush ass pushing up a bit making Taehyung smirk.

“Now, where do you want me to kiss you, angel? Here? Or here?” He asks, fingers skimming the angel’s nipples then cock. “Or maybe here?” His finger prods at Jungkook’s hole and the guardian jumps a bit at the sudden sensation. 

“Yes,” Jungkook answers firmly, making the dark prince laugh. 

Taehyung tosses the angel onto his back, always mindful of his wings. “Well, I better get started then. Looks like my angel has a long list of demands.”

Jungkook’s back arches upon contact with the demon’s warm lips. Right now he doesn’t care about auras or wings or damnation. All he cares about is Taehyung and how full he feels with the demon’s fingers and tongue inside of him, how full his heart feels.

And it’s okay if his wings aren’t what they used to be. Who cares? Taehyung can fly him places. Taehyung loves taking care of him. It’s totally okay; they’ll be fine.

He’ll be fine.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Jimin hasn’t seen Jungkook in weeks. There have been times in the past where they would go days or weeks without seeing the other. Being a guardian, especially a first time guardian, can be pretty time consuming. But the cherub knows this has nothing to do with the angel’s human.

This is all Taehyung’s fault.

Jimin wraps his hand around the base of the plant and yanks, pulling it out from its roots.

Stupid Taehyung and his contagious laugh and endearing smile. Selfish Taehyung who will gladly let Jungkook bear the brunt of the punishment that will be bestowed upon them if they’re ever caught. It all comes back to Taehyung, each and every time.

And sure, he doesn’t necessarily have any proof but Jimin has been on the lookout and rarely sees the angel from his home. Jungkook will check in with his human several times a day but he always disappears when Eunwoo settles down for bed or has intimate time with his boyfriend. Jimin doesn’t need to be able to see him to know the guardian is stealing away to find Taehyung.

He tosses the uprooted plant to the side, his heart constricting slightly. He thought pulling all the flowers from his garden would finally get rid of that haunting scent but it only seems to intensify with each removed root .

“What did that honeysuckle ever do to you?”

The cherub looks up, squinting as a figure comes into view, blocking the sunlight momentarily. “Seokjin? You never come here. What’s wrong?”

The seraphim folds his arms and leans them atop the white picket fence. “You’re a cherubim, Jimin-ah. You know why I’m here.”

“How long does he have?” He asks, hands resting on the soil, head hanging between his shoulders.

“Days? Minutes? Could be right now?” The seraphim shrugs helplessly. “Phaneul has been dispatched.”

Jimin’s eyes shut as he bites his lip. It’s happening all over again. “Why not tell Namjoon? Jungkookie reports to hi—”

“He’s being watched too closely.”

It’s a simple response but it carries weight because if Jungkook is being investigated, surely Namjoon is, too. And then there’s the implication that Seokjin doesn’t say but they both know. Jimin may not have been cast down but he was cast aside, no longer considered a threat but also no longer trusted. No longer considered a full angel. He needs to tread carefully or his soul will face banishment.

“I just thought you should be prepared.” Seokjin says softly, the professional tone he dons so perfectly, slipping. “I…I don’t think the court feels banishment is severe enough.”

Jimin looks up from the honeysuckle root he mindlessly strokes to soothe his anxiety. “What? What could be worse than hell?”

“Taehyung is the dark prince. They won’t send Jungkook to hell to live out eternity with him… ”

“There has to be something we can do,” Jimin says, scrambling to his feet and rushing out the gate.

Seokjin holds him back, pulling the cherub to his chest. “I tried.”

“W-what?”

“I tried,” he repeats, eyes filled with a melancholy Jimin doesn’t expect, “but there’s only so much I can do. They sinned, Jimin-ah. They sinned.”

“And you still tried?” Tears spring to the cherub’s eyes, heart in his throat. “Even after what Tae did to Jungkook?”

Seokjin leans down to whisper in Jimin’s ear, ruby colored wings curling around the pair to provide privacy from curious eyes. “They are in love, Jungkook and the prince.”

The cherub’s head falls against the seraphim’s chest. It’s worse than he thought. “He won’t let Phaneul take him without a fight.”

Seokjin backs away from the fence, his six wings spreading, preparing for flight. His lovely face looks tired and crestfallen. “That’s what they’re praying for.”

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Something is wrong.

Taehyung feels it in his bones. In his invisible wings. He feels like he’s drowning, can’t breathe, can’t think straight. He has been looking over his shoulder for days, not sure what he’s looking for exactly but he knows the threat exists. It looms over him day in and day out, only lessening when he’s with his angel.

Jungkook makes everything better. His smile, his laugh, his adorable little pout. Any time Taehyung is particularly worked up, the angel appears and will hold him so gently Taehyung can’t help but melt in his strong arms.

They fuck all the time. Every day, multiple times a day, multiple times each encounter, each visit. The guardian is a drug the demon can’t get enough of, a thirst he can’t quench, a craving he can’t satisfy.

But it’s not just about the sex or power anymore, and it hasn’t been for quite some time now. It’s utterly terrifying caring about someone again. He constantly worries about the angel, wondering what he’s doing in the little bit of time they spend apart.

The angel has been complaining of the cold and that terrifies Taehyung more than anything. He’ll never forget how mind numbing the fall from grace was. And now, now that he has the angel all to himself the demon fears for Jungkook’s soul.

Jungkook doesn’t belong in hell. He’s too sweet, too naive. What the fuck will he do there? As a newly fallen, he will be every demon’s enticing conquest. His pretty wings will put the loudest, most obvious target on his back.

No. Taehyung cannot let him fall. He was stupid, so fucking stupid for thinking he could win this game, for thinking this was a game to begin with.

“You’re spiraling again,” Jungkook mumbles from underneath his wing, body naked and glowing.

“No, I’m not,” the demon grumbles stubbornly, rolling onto his back.

“You’re doing that thing with your rings again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing. You know that thing.”

“How could I possibly know what thing you’re talking about when you just keep calling it ‘that thing’?”

“You’re so annoying!” Jungkook tugs at the demon’s arm, eyes still closed. “Come back, I need your hellfire.”

“Don’t say that,” Taehyung snaps, jerking away.

Jungkook opens one lid, pouty lips turned down into a frown. “Why so gloomy, Taehyungie?”

“I’m not…gloomy. I just don’t like when you say things like that. Hellfire is not a good thing. You shouldn’t want it and you definitely don’t need it.”

“Actually,” Jungkook grunts, forcing himself into Taehyung’s arms, sighing happily as he snuggles on his chest, “hellfire is yours, and I love you, so to me, it is a good thing. And it’s the only thing that keeps the chill away so you’re wrong there too. I do need it.”

Taehyung knows he does.

He pulls the angel closer, tangling their legs and burying his face in Jungkook’s silky hair, breathing in his lovely scent until it fills his lungs.

“Why are you acting like this?” Jungkook asks quietly, sensing Taehyung’s feeling of impending doom.

The demon lifts the angel’s head so their eyes can meet. “I fear the clock is running out for us, angel eyes.”

“What clock?” Jungkook jumps up, pale skin gleaming even in the darkness of the Lower Celestials. “What time? Why?”

Taehyung shrugs, fiddling anxiously with his rings.

“No, answer me. Why would time be running out?”

“I…I don’t know, lil one.” He closes his eyes wearily. “I just feel like it’s all coming to an end. It’s getting harder for me to breathe and you’re just getting colder and colder—”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook insists angrily between clenched teeth. “And so are you. Your aura has been changing, that must be a good thing. What if…what if you’re somehow being redeemed? What if—”

“Jungkook,” the prince sighs. “That’s not what it is.”

The angel’s eyes are wide and hopeful and so, so desperate. “You never know, Taehyung. Maybe…maybe you just needed to fall in love to bring you back to good. Maybe there were other factors that caused The Fall. Maybe it wasn’t your fault. Maybe—”

“Enough!” The demon shouts, pulling the blanket back and sitting up, turning his back to the angel.

“T-Taehyun—”

“You don’t get it, do you?” The demon laughs bitterly. “I don’t get a redemption arc, Jungkook. I don’t have a sympathetic backstory. I wasn’t duped or confused or innocent whatsoever.”

“No, just listen—”

“You listen! I don’t have remorse for the things I say or do. I don’t feel bad for dragging every last soul to hell. I don’t lose sleep over the fact that I tricked my best friend into doubting just so maybe Jimin would come with us. I played roulette with his soul and lost. And…it’s going to happen again. You can’t save me, Jungkook. My fate is already written.”

The silence between them is palpable. Jungkook shifts until he sits next to Taehyung, both facing a window that is pointless as there is no view, no light to illuminate it even if there was one. “I love you, Taehyung.”

“Angel…”

“Stop. Just let me finish.” Jungkook’s voice takes on a serious tone he rarely uses. “I didn’t know what I was getting into when I agreed to that deal. I mean, I knew but…I didn’t know. And yes, I’m scared, okay? I can’t fly long distances, I tire out so easily, my aura…my wings…”

Tears fall from the angel’s eyes and Taehyung can’t hold back his own.

“It is terrifying. But I wouldn’t change anything.”

“You don’t understand, Jungk—”

“Stop treating me like a child! I know I’m young and inexperienced and naive but…but I know what I feel. And what you feel. And it’s not wrong. It’s not.” The angel shakes his head repeatedly. “And no one can convince me that loving you is wrong just because we’re both male or because I’m an angel and you’re fallen. No one. Not even the Lord.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen at Jungkook’s blatant irreverence. “Jungkook, that’s blasphemy.”

“I don’t care.” He turns, cradling the demon’s face in his hands, kissing his tears away. “I love you, Taehyung. I love you, I love you. And I’ll love you for all of my life, whether that be eternity or just one more day.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” the demon sniffles, cheeks slightly squished by the angel’s hands.

“You love my crazy.”

He laughs, wet and soft, but he laughs. “I do.”

“You know, there’s this quote Eunwoo found on Pinterest. He loves that app. Anyway, it goes:

‘And if life is repeated a thousand times

Still you, you, and again, you.’ ”

They kiss and it’s achingly bittersweet, Taehyung warring with himself while the angel becomes pliant in his arms. The demon pulls away, much to Jungkook’s dismay who puckers his lips to chase the kiss. Standing to his feet, Taehyung turns, facing the angel. After a couple deep breaths, he closes his eyes, head dropping.

Jungkook wants to ask him what’s wrong. He wants to reach out and hold him, reassure him, make promises he has no business making. But he can’t move because something is about to happen. Taehyung is about to do or say something the angel knows will change the course of their lives…and he’s scared.

The air around the demon becomes hazy as if surrounded by gas and his aura visibly trembles. It happens slowly, the appearance of something massive and black materializing behind him and Jungkook gasps audibly.

Taehyung’s wings are gigantic for an angel, for any being. There are eight wings in total, a magnificent main pair that is so large they fill the entire bedroom making it so neither of them can move. The other three sets of wings vary in size and all flutter of their own accord.

They’re black. But not just black.

They are the color of a starless night, as dark as a raven. They don’t reflect the light that emits from Jungkook’s aura, but rather, they absorb it. And the contrast between the fallen angel’s naked, golden skin and ink black wings is astonishing.

“You’re…you…” Tears well up in the angel’s eyes as he cries into his hands, feeling unworthy of gazing upon something so spectacular. “You’re so beautiful, Taehyung. So marvelous.”

Taehyung’s chest expands as he fills his lungs to the brim for the first time since he fell, since he lost everything including himself. The air tastes sweet, as if laced with sugar crystals. It’s no longer thick but flows in and out easily as it is meant to.

“I can breathe,” he sighs in relief.

“Because of your wings?”

Taehyung lifts his head, eyes burning red as they drink in the angelic vision before him. “Because of you.”

He crawls on top of the angel, straddling him, wings too large to move in any other position. Their lips meet, then their tongues and then Taehyung sinks down on Jungkook with a gasp. Being this close, this intimate, it’s beyond the demon’s wildest imagination. It feels like a dream, the way their bodies become one, the way their wings meld into each other, layered silver and onyx.

It’s both hot and cold; overwhelming and all-consuming. It’s all the words that should cancel each other out or should be enough to use singularly but are just not enough.

Nothing is enough.

No amount of should is enough when they are in each other’s embrace and they can drink of their freely flowing love. No amount of right or wrong can possibly make this any better or less perfect than it already is. They could have all of eternity and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Their movements become frantic, both chasing their high, their forever. And when their release reaches the peak of its potency, a stark white blaze shoots out from their chests, blinding the angel and demon alike.

They pepper each other’s faces with soft kisses that whisper against smooth skin, their wings curling around each other in an array of black and silver that blend to gunmetal. 

They whisper sweet I love yous and more private words not even the air should be privy to.

They are bound. 

They are one. 

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

The blanket covering the sleeping lovers is yanked off suddenly and thrown to the side. Taehyung springs up, hovering over the angel protectively, hellfire already licking up from his palms and flickering in his eyes.

“Yoongi? What the fuck?!”

The deity hunches over, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are wild, face flushed, gray wings buzzing disturbingly. “They’re coming!”

“Who’s coming?” Jungkook asks, sitting up and rubbing his bleary eyes as Taehyung settles back down after fully clothing them both with a wave of his hand. 

“Phaneul.”

Taehyung’s heart drops.

Jungkook’s heart races. 

The angel of judgment has been dispatched. 

They’ve run out of time. 

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

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Yoongi hits the floor with a sickening thud, landing on the sensitive wing Jimin recently healed. He winces, struggling to reach his dagger but it’s useless. He can’t move his right shoulder and his left thigh is bleeding profusely. And he’s the one with the least injuries, by far. 

Luckily Jungkook has only been dealt a few jabs and received minor scratches or cuts from assaults not aimed at him. But the cries pouring from his throat are those of someone enduring a far worse fate than death by sword. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, finally falls silent, all the fight having been beaten out of him. He hangs between two floating warrior angels, arms raised, feet dragging on the floor when they move the tiniest bit. He’s so bloodied and bruised the dark prince is barely recognizable. 

The warriors yank at his arms and the demon’s body jostles, head lolling to the side and then back. Jungkook wails at the sight of his love, his Taehyung. Swollen with jagged, split gashes on his face and chest, clothing reduced to nothing more than shredded rags. 

His wings, oh, his beautiful wings…

Yoongi swallows a broken sob at the sight of his mutilated friend. His wings so viciously maimed, it will be impossible for the demon to stretch them wide ever again.

Taehyung did fight with everything in him, as Yoongi knew he would. Each strike of their swords emitted a blinding blast of light and ear splitting clash. Taehyung fought valiantly, standing between the warrior angels and his guardian who had immediately been bound by the cuffs of justice.

The demon had no desire to protect himself, covering the guardian with his own body and expansive wings each time a thunderbolt or swipe of a sword came too close to the precious being. Taehyung summoned the entirety of his hellfire, extracting it from all the rage in his soul, letting it build until it exploded in a crescendo of pure power and fury, immediately killing one of the angels.

Yoongi has never seen Taehyung so impassioned. Even The Great War, which was of epic proportions, wanes in comparison. Perhaps because back then, Taehyung was fighting out of defiance and bitterness. Perhaps because he was fighting against his soulmate.

Unlike today…today he’s fighting for love, fighting for the salvation of his lover’s soul, fighting for his angel’s mercy.

Yoongi has never seen Taehyung so broken as he is right now, hellfire dwindling to nothing, almost completely depleted. The demon had once been the most powerful angel, and though the prince didn’t retain his supernatural strength, he is still stronger than any angel in existence.  

Was.

Was stronger.

Three warriors lay on the ground, bleeding and shaking, waiting for their chariot to return for aid. Another warrior lies close by to Yoongi, the life in his eyes slowly diminishing as the last warrior lay dead, burned to a char by the dark prince’s fiery attacks. 

Can it even be considered a battle when it was nine against one?

The moment Raguel lifts his sword branded with the Sigil of Justice, Yoongi knows what is about to happen. “Noooo!” He screams, loud and heartbroken enough to compensate for Taehyung’s silence.

The demon’s two smallest wings hit the floor, stained with bright, crimson blood, laying desolate and lifeless on the ground. Yoongi’s stomach recoils, knowing the once legendary wings will be hung in the Lower Celestials, a public display to keep all other fallen in line.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook cries, voice choking through his never ending tears.

“This isn’t about justice!” Yoongi spits at the angel of justice. “This is just an excuse to finally get rid of Taehyung. You are no angel of justice!”

Raguel moves to Yoongi, looking down his nose piously. “Move and your cherub will be next.”

The fear that clutches the deity’s heart is palpable and his eyes flick to Taehyung, still hanging mid-air. The prince shakes his head slightly; a warning, an attempt to remove the burden he knows his friend surely feels.

But they continue on, dragging Taehyung forward until he is face to face with his lover, throwing him at his feet. Phaneul, angel of judgment, stands beside the pair, eyeing the guardian with disgust.

“Ju..kook.” Taehyung’s voice is weak and garbled with blood dripping from his mouth as he clings to the angel’s sullied robes.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook whimpers, fingertips grazing his bloodied, swollen face timidly, quivering. “Tae…”

Taehyung falls against him, pressing something into the angel’s hand. “I love you, my baby angel. Never forget.”

The dark prince of hell is dragged away at the speed of light, leaving behind a trail of blood and dissipating dark mist. Fighting against his restraints, Jungkook’s screams pierce the air. “Taehyung! Taehyung!”

Phaneul snatches the angel by his throat. “The next time you see your precious demon will be the day you both are put to death…angel.” Raguel stalks over to them, lifting his sword, sigil glowing radiantly. They disappear.

The deity drags himself to his knees, thigh burning from the deep wound. He looks around Taehyung’s destroyed bedroom, walls and ceiling destroyed during the battle. What’s left behind breaks the last bit of resolve Yoongi has.

Rumpled sheets. A vase of colorful flowers, now littering the floor. Blood. So much blood.

And a scattering of silver and black feathers slowly fluttering down to the ground.

The only consolation the deity has is the object in Jungkook’s hand, the item Taehyung pressed to his palm just moments before.

A lone black feather.

They are soul-bound.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

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Jungkook pulls against the diamond-spiked cuffs cutting into his wrists. They sparkle so prettily, facets reflecting the light emanating from the angel’s aura. It’s ironic how something so beautiful can bring such pain and torture.

The windowless cell the angel is locked in is small enough that he can’t spread his wings. It’s dark and damp and he honestly had no clue such a place existed in the heavenly realm. He’s been here for several days, though the angel has lost count at this point and frankly doesn’t care anymore.

There are no sentinels to check on him.

There is no doorknob, no crevice, nothing Jungkook can even try to use to see outside of the cell.

He has not received visitors since the first day he was imprisoned and Seokjin arrived with Jimin, the cherub sobbing uncontrollably. The memory alone is almost too painful to bear.

He has tried everything, banging on the door and walls, screaming until his throat bled, clawing at the walls in desperation…nothing worked. Nothing.

The angel lies on his side, wings wrapped around himself for warmth but the relief he receives is minimal at best. His aura is dimming drastically as each day passes and he knows the glacial sensation sending shivers through his body is merely a glimpse of the sentence he will endure for eternity.

He thought falling would be scarier. He thought falling would hurt, would be scorching or involve fire at the very least. Jungkook was not expecting his very soul to freeze to death.

He would prefer pain over what he is feeling now. The dull ache in his chest is mind numbing, a sort of excruciating torment he never fathomed. Every pain he has felt up until now pales in comparison to this…this…agony. To live and never see Taehyung again is not something the angel feels he can survive or even wants to.

Taehyung.

Fresh, glistening tears fall from silver eyes, streaming down the angel’s desolate face. Bringing his cuffed hands to his chest, he slides them into his robe, fumbling due to the weight of the chains he is shackled to. His fingers find what they’re looking for and the angel sighs with a relief anyone else would think is ludicrous considering his current situation. But not Jungkook.

Because Taehyung.

The angel brings the onyx colored feather to his nose, breathing in its scent. It smells of him; a bit smokey, a bit like petrichor. A lot like love. And Jungkook is instantly comforted.

Because Taehyung.

Taehyung, the dark prince who everyone views as nothing more than a conniving, manipulative, evil demon. And though he is, unfortunately the first two things, he is far from the last.

Because Taehyung.

Taehyung may be bitter and crass and spiteful and have so many other negative traits…but he is not evil. Can’t be, no matter how hard he tries. Because no one could love Jungkook the way the dark prince does and still claim to be wickedly evil.

The feather caresses the angel’s bottom lip and he pokes his tongue out experimentally. Yup. Even tastes like him.

Jungkook turns his head into his wing, careful not to damage his prized possession with tears. The feather is so warm, so warm.

Hours pass, perhaps days when the door abruptly opens.

“Bring the prisoner,” Phaneul orders and two sentinels rush into the cell, hoisting the angel to his feet.

Jungkook squints, their auras too bright for eyes that have become acquainted with darkness.

How fitting.

Upon entering the Grand Court, Phaneul himself does the honor of shoving the angel to his knees. A blinding light radiates from the raised dais stationed in the middle of the court and though Jungkook knows it is not the Holy Trinity up on that gilded cathedra, he doesn’t know who it is that actually occupies the throne. He also doesn’t understand why the court is so empty. Save for the throne itself, Phaneul and Jungkook, the cavernous room is empty.

The angel senses him before he sees him. A warm rush of wind caressing his face, a gentle embrace to soothe his weary soul, a fluttering kiss that touches his heart.

Taehyung.

He’s alive.

Jungkook wasn’t sure where they brought the fallen angel or what they had done with him but he knew he was alive. He can feel the demon’s blood coursing through his veins, feel the steady thud of his heartbeat in his own chest.

Soul-bound.

That’s what they are and that is all Jungkook needs. No matter what happens to him, whether they send him to hell to live out a torturous eternity, or have him floating aimlessly, lost in space for eons, the angel is not phased. Because his soul is safely stored away in Taehyung’s heart and that is the one thing that can not be taken away from them.

Trying to remember the words of poet E.E. Cummings that Eunwoo loves so much, Jungkook almost misses the exact moment the intimidatingly massive crystal and ruby doors open. He turns his head, suddenly re-energized, skin tingling in anticipation.

Taehyung is on his hands and knees, black hair somehow wet while also matted with dried blood. He is horribly bruised, clearly tortured and hastily semi-healed, just enough to not pass out and cease to exist. How merciful of them.

The angel’s stomach lurches when he sees his love’s wings…or what’s left of them. What was once glorious and majestic has been reduced to a mere skeletal frame with stretches of taut skin riddled with gashes, newly delivered lacerations interrupting the hardening scabs of old ones. They had butchered him like an animal.

He has been given a change of clothes and although Taehyung is nearly dead, he is alive enough to not garner sympathy from any angels who may be in attendance.

Taehyung lifts his head, eyes still closed, and it’s like the angel is inches from his face instead of across the room. Beneath the dried, flakey blood, underneath the swollen flesh of his face and chest is still the fallen angel Jungkook fell for. With those same beautiful black eyes that so easily shift between tempter and puppy dog.

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)” The poem comes to the forefront of the angel’s mind like the gentle scent of jasmine wafting to his nose on a sunny day.

And the angel almost laughs out loud because his heart actually skips a beat at the sight of the demon. He and the love of his life are about to receive their sentences and Jungkook can’t stop thinking about how handsome Taehyung still looks. Even hunched over like he is, he still exudes a quiet sense of power.

When Taheyung opens his eyes, Jungkook doesn’t know whether to smile or cry. To be able to gaze upon his face, even if this is the last time, is a blessing. And the angel wants to scream and beat the angel of judgment because Taehyung’s eyes are not as they always are. One remains black, a bit weary but still possessing the crimson red ring around his pupil. But the other…

Has one white iris. His eye is surrounded by red, angry skin warped from intense burning.

Taehyung blinks.

Jungkook can’t stop the tears that he has been fighting back since he was dragged from Taehyung’s home into this God-forsaken place. He wants to grab Phaneul’s sword and slide it right through his heart. He wants to destroy every last spirit that laid hands on the demon, on his demon. He wants to end them all but then…

Taehyung smirks. The effort to speak is clearly painful, but he whispers brokenly anyway. And it is so worth it for both of them.

“Baby angel.”

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

When their gazes lock, Taehyung can’t help but smile. Okay, it’s definitely a smirk. And it fucking hurts like hell because of the deep cut on his lower lip. But it’s so worth it.

Because Jungkook smiles. And it’s not just any smile. It’s the smile of pure devotion, pure love…The angel has tears in his eyes that trickle down the soft planes of his face but his smile still lights up Taehyung’s world.

And even though Jungkook’s aura has finally settled on a metallic gray color, Taehyung thinks it suits him. It is the perfect blend of his black to his angel’s typical silver.

The demon grimaces when he’s harshly grabbed by his shoulders, the sentinels hooking their arms around and under his own. They are careful to stay clear of his mutilated wings and equally battered back. The prince may have been given new robes to don for his judgment, but the clothing hurts just as much as the fabric roughly scratches at his lashings.

Taehyung has always been a bit vain, even as an angel. It’s hard not to be when everyone, including the Most High, sings your praises day in and day out. He knew he was pretty. Could switch between adorable or sassy with a mere look. He was beautiful beyond comprehension and his unprecedented black wings stood out magnificently in a sea of pastel.

Even after falling, when most demons hid their wings in shame, Taehyung proudly showed his off; almost using them as a giant Fuck You to the entirety of the heavenly host. Well, that had gotten old real quick as the realities of damnation settled in. The demon never would have expected to fall in love or to be loved in return.

His robes do little to protect him from abrasions as he’s dragged the rest of the way to the throne. When he’s tossed at the base of the dias, Taehyung doesn’t even pretend to not need a moment to compose himself.

Jungkook, who was kneeling, has now been pushed forward so his hands tremble on the marble floor. It’s as if their persecutors want them to touch. Well, Taehyung isn’t strong enough to resist the temptation that Jungkook is, and if they’re going to smite the demon, he might as well make it worth it.

The angel’s hand trembles, sliding across the white and gray tile and Taehyung winces, forgetting how painful smiling is. He’s too weak to move, his hand only able to shift forward a couple inches. But it’s enough. Taehyung lifts his pink and wraps it around the angel’s.

Jungkook erupts in sobs, forehead touching the floor as he weeps.

“Shhh, it’s okay, cotton ball. Don’t cry.” His words barely leave his mouth but he knows Jungkook hears him. Feels him.

There is a stir and Taehyung can’t help but roll his eyes. They’re all arriving. Angels of varying orders and wing color descend and fill the room, uttering quiet murmurs and gasps as they spot the fallen and guardian. There could easily be more than 100 angels but Taehyung only has eyes for one. One little silver angel.

Seokjin appears, cherry red wings extending to demand silence. He bows as he approaches the throne, passing a sealed scroll to the sphere of light where it is consumed. A commanding voice booms throughout the room, neither male nor female, and no one dares move a feather.

“This is the decree of the Lord!”

Taehyung has been through this before. First, they spend a lightyear singing the Lord’s praises, then they spend an eon kissing the asses of the generals. No thank you. Instead, the demon focuses on the one angel he has come to adore and worship.

Even now, without his radiant glow or pristine white robes, even with tousled hair that chaotically curls around his eyes, Jungkook is still, by far, the most beautiful being Taehyung has ever seen. His beauty and goodness surpass understanding and the demon can’t comprehend why these stupid fucking angels can’t see how perfect, how good Jungkook is.

How could they not see what Taehyung sees so easily now? The sweetest, purest, most dedicated and devoted Guardian is among them and they have him donning gray garb in shame. A part of the demon wishes he hadn’t flown by that movie theater that fateful day. Wishes he hadn’t felt that indescribable pull to that building, to something in that building.

And then at the Grand Council meeting, Jungkook had been so wide eyed, so shocked, so shy, Taehyung couldn’t resist fucking with the naive angel. And though the angel’s innocence and joy served as enough temptation, it was his eyes that got Taehyung, and not just because they're so unnecessarily big and round. No. It’s because they were laced with curiosity.

All it takes is that one little flicker of curiosity and Taehyung knows he can break any spirit. He has done it a million times without consequence or guilt and thought this time would be no different. He should have known better, should have talked to Yoongi about how his thoughts slowly started shifting to all things ‘angel’, how his contempt was turning into that same curiosity he previously preyed upon.

Taehyung had been set on destroying the angel, so confident and sure of himself he had not anticipated the twist of fate. He appreciates the irony now, that it was the angel that ruined him.

Because Jungkook.

Because Jungkook, with his doe eyes are so, so gentle when they gaze upon the demon and his pouty lips, though sexy and irresistible, are most appreciated when he presses sweet kisses to the demon’s face.

Because Jungkook.

Because Jungkook is so filled with wonder and amazement, he makes everything new and exciting, even for an old ass being like Taehyung.

Because Jungkook.

Because Jungkook gave Taehyung a new purpose, a real purpose. The angel has captured his heart and taught him how to use it once again. He thawed the demon’s frozen soul and healed him from the inside out.

All while Taehyung foolishly thought he had the angel right where he wanted him, in his bed. But it was Jungkook that garnered control over the dark prince, holding him in the palm of his hand, wrapped around his pinky, holding him in his clutches. Taehyung doesn’t care how Jungkook holds him so long as he never lets him go.

The solace of their touch is broken when a nearby sentinel pulls the angel up by his hair and the loss of contact physically pains Taehyung more than his lashings. Is this how it is to be soul-bound? To feel your lover’s heart, their soul, their pain? Does it cross lifetimes or realms? He should have done his research, he should have asked Yoongi…

“How do you plead?” Raguel asks, staring down his nose stoically at the pair.

Taehyung doesn’t know the charges brought against the angel, doesn’t care because Jungkook is innocent. This was all the demon’s doing.

“Guilty.”

The single word resounds in the court, echoing off embossed walls and sculpted statues.

No.

“No,” Taehyung chokes out, mustering enough strength to push the words past bloody, cracked lips.

Jungkook smiles, eyes refusing to look anywhere else other than the demon’s face. “It’s okay, Tae.”

Tae.

His heart stutters.

They’ll rob his wings of their ability to fly and throw him in hell. He’s supposed to plead not guilty and let Taehyung lay claim to the punishment for the both of them. “No, he’s innocent. It was me, all me.”

“Silence, demon!” The light thunders, voice reverberating through Taehyung painfully, causing him to fall to the cold tiled marble, writhing in pain. “You have no authority here!”

“Jeon Jungkook, Guardian of Cha Eunwoo of Seol, South Korea…you are stripped of your title as Guardian...”

Jungkook doesn’t flinch and the demon knows the angel must have anticipated this. Taehyung is in awe of the angel whose strength and resiliency is the polar opposite of the prince’s ineffectual protests.

“As well as your title of Angel,” the light adds insipidly. “Jeon Jungkook will henceforth be banished to the mortal realm, stripped of his station and all memory.'“

Taehyung’s face twists in shock, glaring at the incandescent being.

“Phanuel, his wings.”

No. No, no, no, no! “Take me,” Taehyung pleads through tears that sting his eyes and skin. Why is Jungkook so quiet? Why isn’t he saying anything? Why isn’t he fighting back? “Take my wings, all of them. Take my life, just please, please don’t hurt him.”

“Your wings and life are of no use to the Lord God Almighty, spawn of Satan.”

“It’s okay, Tae,” Jungkook smiles sweetly, reassuringly.

“Jeon Junkgook,” Phanuel approaches, lifting his sword to Jungkook’s throat. “What say you?”

The angel’s loving gaze never leaves the demon’s face, a soft smile makes his beautiful lips curve upwards. “I regret nothing.”

“So be it.” The light rises above the gilded throne as it pulsates threateningly.

Raguel steps forward. “Jeon Jungkook, you are hereby proclaimed guilty of unsatisfactorily guarding your stead. Guilty of fraternization with the fallen and other lesser demons. Guilty of fornication, sexual immorality, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance, folly and blasphemy.”

Taehyung’s stomach heaves. This can’t be happening. He begs the angel with his eyes to say something, anything, but it is of no use. Jungkook is the most stubborn angel the demon knows.

“Kim Taehyung, demon prince of the damned, you are guilty of the corruption of an angel’s soul. You will be stripped of your wings and memory, banished to the mortal realm for eternity.”

“We accept the terms presented by the Most High.” Jungkook speaks for both of them, head held high but expression gentle as Taehyung gawks.

“No, Jungkook, no! Are you crazy? We won’t remember each other!”

“I’d rather spend my life looking for you than lose you forever.”

“You won’t even know to look!”

The angel tilts his head, looking at Taehyung as if he is a confused child. “I carry your heart.”

“I can’t live without you,” the demon sobs brokenly, clinging to the angel’s thighs. “I can’t…”

“Then don’t,” Jungkook whispers, dipping down to Taehyung’s level, silver eyes piercing through the demon’s eyes and straight to his soul. “Find me. In this life and the next, find me.”

“It’s not enough…” Taehyung can’t breathe. He can’t breathe. “It’s not enough.”

Jungkook leans in, lips brushing Taehyung’s and the demon is momentarily infused with his light, his love. “Then find me.”

The light speaks to the silent court. “This is the Word of the Lord.”

“Thanks be to God,” all the angels except one answer.

“Amen.”

“And Amen.”

“No. No!” Taehyung is borderline hysterical as he is dragged from the angel by two sentinels. But they are no match for the strength his desperation empowers him with. He breaks free, throwing himself at Jungkook, cradling his precious face in his trembling hands. “I’ll find you, I vow to you. In every life, I’ll find you.”

Jungkook smiles, filled with peace. “‘And if life is repeated a thousand times…still you, you, and again, you,’ Taehyung.”

“I’ll find you,” the demon promises as he’s pulled away mercilessly. 

“I know” the angel whispers, “I love you.”

“I’ll find you, Jungkook! I’ll find you!”

Jungkook watches his love scream, struggling to break free as tears stream down his abused yet lovely face, confessions and promises falling from his lips. Taehyung’s lamentations almost break the angel’s resolve but he is steadfast in his decision.

A hand caresses his head and Jungkook briefly looks behind him. Seokjin.

The seraphim’s eyes are consumed with guilt and sadness and the angel wishes he could console him.

“Please,” Jungkook whispers to the seraphim, “watch over him.”

Seokjin bites his lip, holding back tears and nods his head.

Phaneul begins speaking, commencing the banishment ritual. Jungkook’s vision blurs, the effects already beginning to take hold.

Taehyung screams, now facing Jungkook from the opposite side of the room. They have moved the angel so the entire court has a front row seat to the execution of his sentence. A sentinel fists the demon’s matted hair, forcing him to watch his beloved give the ultimate sacrifice.

 “Jeon Jungkook, former Guardian to human soul Cha Eunwoo, please tell the court how you plead to the transgressions brought forth.”

“Answer, traitor.” Raguel steps behind the angel, drawing his sword that gleams blindingly with Jungkook’s sentence.

“No!” Taehyung screams from somewhere behind Jungkook, but his desperate pleas are of no use here. The angel’s fate has already been written in the annals of heaven and Raguel’s very presence is a statement in and of itself.

Jungkook straightens his back, stretching his glorious silver wings one last time before speaking, relishing the glorious weight of them. “Guilty,” he breathes out, the lone word sparking a wave of murmurs throughout the room.

He sees Jimin off to the side of the dais, tears rolling down pink, rounded cheeks, small hands clenched against his chest and the guardian aches for him. The cherub has lost too many loved ones; Taehyung, Yoongi…now Jungkook. It’s no wonder he uses sarcasm and insolence to keep others at bay. He must be petrified of losing another love.

Namjoon is on his knees, head buried in his hands, always one to blame himself. Jungkook prays that the angel can reconcile those misguided feelings. He really did try his very best to keep the guardian in line and set him up for success. It isn’t his fault Jungkook strayed.

The guardian’s eyes drift to Seokjin who stands off to the side now, stoic but his lower lip trembles, giving away his true feelings. He had always thought Seokjin was the most beautiful being the Lord created, until he met Taehyung, that is. And the seraphim is still so stunning, standing regally as if chiseled from a marble slab. But there is a sadness veiling his features that sends chills down Jungkook’s spine. 

He smiles reassuringly at his friends and mentors. 

Smiles at Taehyung.

“No! Jungkook!” Taehyung cries out as he is struck once again, falling to the ground.

But all Jungkook can hear is the swipe of the sword slicing through the air. There is a moment of utter silence, as if heaven itself is holding its breath, and it just very well may be. And then, he feels it.

Fire.

Fire burning down his shoulder blades and searing through his skin, straight into his soul, the very fabric of his being. He hears the sickening thud of something hitting the ground. There is another flash of light, a slice into his soul and a second thud.

Jungkook’s vision clouds with spots, darkening around the edges as he gasps for air, the pain too intense to fathom. Is this how Taehyung feels all the time, like he just can’t catch his breath no matter how hard he tries? Nothing could prepare the former guardian for this.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung now sobs uncontrollably.

The angel falls forward, unaccustomed to holding himself upright without the weight of wings on his back. His cheek presses against the pristine marble of the Judgment Hall adorned with gilded archways and trailing flowers. Of how he loves those flowers.

But it is what lies on the ground before him that he cannot tear his eyes from. His wings, mutilated and mangled, their silver lambency fading.

A tear rolls from his once silver eyes that bled to black upon the Sword of Justice making contact with his wings.

Taehyung. Taehyung.

Everything goes black.

Taehyung.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

Junkook slumps on his side gracefully, hands clutching what Taehyung knows is his black feather and the pain that rips through him is soul-splitting as the condemned angel fades and simply wisps away.

There are no amount of tears, no words to adequately portray the extreme pain of losing the one you are soul-bound to. The demon hangs his head, unable to grasp what is happening; what happened. 

Taehyung was never scared for himself. He had already been banished once, he doesn’t care. He would have been fine with ceasing to exist, would have been fine being stripped of his useless fucking wings and burning in the pits of hell with the worst offenders. He can handle anything… almost anything.

But not this.

Taehyung achieved his ultimate goal of ruining the angel and he just can’t fucking breathe. He stares at Jungkook’s wings, now reduced to a dull ash color.

How is he going to find Jungkook when he has no memory of him? It is an impossible quest but he knows it is a quest he will live out. He will never stop looking. Somehow, his soul will continue searching for its other half. Surely it will.

“Kim Taehyung, please tell the court how you plead to the transgressions brought forth by the Council.”

The demon glares menacingly at Phaneul and Raguel, eyes burning with the last flames of his waning hellfire. “Fuck you.”

“Answer!” The light commands and the word is forced from the demon’s mouth.

“Guilty,” he spits

“So it shall be.” Raguel steps forward, lifting his sword high in the air.

Taehyung briefly wonders if his banishment will commence upon his first wing being hacked off or if he will be forced to endure the excruciating pain of all six remaining wings being chopped. But it matters not.

“Please,” he begs, “please let me remember him. I won’t look for him, I promise.”

“You lie to the court and yet have the audacity to ask for leniency?” The light roars with righteous indignation.

Seokjin steps forward suddenly, striding over to the light and prosecutors. “Let him keep his memories,” he pleads on Taehyung’s behalf, leaving the demon stunned into silence. “If it is lasting torment the court demands, let him remember. The memory of what he has lost, what he did will only serve to increase his suffering.”

The light stills, possibly considering Seokjin’s words. As the highest ranking angel in the room, his words carry a weight no one else possesses.Seokjin continues, speaking quickly as his eyes dart to Taehyung sympathetically. “Why give the demon a clean slate, a fresh start when he has been found guilty, not once, but twice! Put them at opposite ends of the Earth but let him remember. Does it even matter if he finds Jungkook?” Seokjin scoffs dramatically. “The fallen will have no recollection of the demon. Let the demon try to find him. The constant search will be tormenting enough but the excruciating pain he will endure if he ever meets Jungkook will be pure agony.”

After a lengthy pause, the light speaks. “So be it.”

Taehyung almost collapses in relief, looking up at Seokjin with gratitude filling his eyes. He doesn’t know why the seraphim has mercy on him but he’ll take it. 

He will remember. He will look for Jungkook. He will scour the Earth and burn it all to ashes before he accepts a life, any life, without Jungkook. Because yes, the demon loves him, but his love is not selfless. Taehyung’s love is selfish and greedy, possessive and all-consuming. The angel may have sacrificed himself for their love but the demon’s love is too powerful to sacrifice itself for anyone. He will continue to believe, to search throughout every one of his lifetimes for Jungkook. He will not let him go so easily.

If they think spiritual death and banishment will stop him, they are dead wrong.

Taehyung closes his eyes, eager to be done with this fucking joke of a ritual. He is ready to find Jungkook. Sparkling galaxies swimming in silver eyes reflect on his closed lids. He can still smell him. He hopes he doesn’t forget that smell.

When the first wing is severed, all Taehyung feels is fire. By the sixth, he is numb with indifference. Each slice only serves as a reminder that he will one day be back with the angel. His baby angel.

Jungkook. Jungkook.

Everything goes black.

Jungkook.

。꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ 。

An undetermined time in the future… 

Taehyung walks down the street with his hands in his pockets, head tilted to the side as the sun’s rays wash over him. It’s a beautiful day in Busan and after a long day, a long week, a long life, the former demon/angel/fallen angel/prince is exhausted. He has a job, always does and yet, lifetime after lifetime, he never gets used to answering to someone else, never accepts the fact that he must work to survive. He’s human now, has been for quite some time. He needs food, shelter.

It’s fucking annoying.

He stands at the crosswalk, impatiently shifting from foot to foot as he waits for the light to change. Traffic is annoying. Walking is annoying. People bumping into him and looking at him in disgust as if it was his fault, is annoying. No wonder humans are so miserable. This place fucking blows and sometimes Taehyung finds himself wondering how he got here.

He who was once the Lord’s most prized angel, had fallen from grace, not once but twice; the original seraphim, the heir to the gates of hell is now just a mere mortal. It’s still mind boggling that he can’t simply teleport to and from different realms. It sure would beat the shitty traffic he can never seem to escape.

He misses his wings the most. He hadn’t realized it but they provided a sense of comfort and self worth he had come to rely on and Taehyung now feels oddly naked without them. Naked. Even after all these years. But what a few years when you’ve lived countless millennia?

He’s miserable. The longing and emptiness he feels day in and day out is never ending. Excruciatingly tormenting to the point he feels as if he is dying every day over and over and over. He is lonely, so lonely. And so terribly sad. All new feelings he hasn’t quite mastered yet; afterall, how can one learn to be incomplete?

He doesn’t think he ever will. 

But the bleak and mundane way of human living is only intolerable until the day he finds Jungkook, and there have been so many days, so many lifetimes, of finding the other half of his soul-bond. Once reunited, it doesn’t take long to win the angel—former angel—over.

In every life, Junkgook repeatedly over-explains how he always felt like something, someone, was missing. In every life, Jungkook so easily accepts Taehyung’s explanation of their soul-bond, of their history regardless of how ludicrous it may sound.

And it pains Taehyung to know he will just keep living in this never ending loop of waiting and searching and it’s driving him fucking crazy! But he can’t stop. Won’t stop searching. Each time he finds his Jungkook, the love and peace he is filled with is indescribable.

Jungkook is different each time they meet of course. Sometimes they meet later in life, the loss of time is the hardest. Sometimes they meet as teenagers or young adults. Those were some tumultuous times, for sure. Jungkook once had this emo phase Taheyung had no patience for. Only…he did. Because, Junkgook.

Jungkook’s hair color, clothing choice, interests and aspirations may change but some things remain the same. He is always filled with exuberance and joy, that wide eyed wonder he possesses, still able to light up a room with just a half smile. He’s annoyingly good at everything, much to everyone’s dismay. But Taehyung is not surprised.

One lifetime, Taheyung’s favorite, they met as young children, their mothers becoming fast friends. Being a child with his memories fully intact was challenging but the second he saw Jungkook everything clicked. They grew up together, were each other’s first everything. They laughed together, cried together, it was heaven.

It’s the memories of those lives that keep the former dark prince going, fueled by anger and stubbornness but more so fueled by love. And on days when he is particularly hopeless, wallowing in despair, he will get a visitor. Not one he can see with his eyes but he knows by the change in atmosphere and the feeling of companionship that Yoongi is with him.

And on nights when he has lost all hope, desperate for this cycle to come to an end, desperate for Jungkook, he will feel a warmth that cannot be mistaken for anything else. There is a very distinct connection between soulmates, one that no one can break, one that even the Lord will not break. And on more than one occasion, it is the feeling of Jimin’s fluffy pink wings wrapping around him that keeps him going, helps him wake up to face another day.

He only feels his friends’ warmth in certain cities each lifetime and that is how Taehyung knows where he will find Jungkook. Yoongi and Jimin are both too stubborn to just accept Taehyung and Jungkook’s fates so the former demon is sure they found some kind of loophole that they’re fucking with. And he will forever be grateful for them.

Taehyung moves from country to country, city to city, until he senses that warmth and once he does, he settles down, knowing this is where he will somehow cross paths with the love of his every life.

This lifetime, he originated in Daegu, moving to Gyeongsan as soon as he was old enough, searching for that warmth. When he did not find it, he moved to Gyeongju, then Ulsan; something constantly pulling him South.   

And that is how he came to be in Busan. 

He’s about to cross the street when someone bumps into him, spilling coffee all over his suit jacket.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ah Jeo ssi! I’m so clumsy!”

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Taehyung freezes. He knows that voice. He would know that voice even if he was a million miles away. It’s the voice he hears every day as he goes about his, more often than not, fruitless search. The voice he hears in his dreams…in his nightmares. 

“Let me help you. I must have a napkin somewhere. Shit, your jacket looks expensive, I’m so stupid.”

The former demon turns, eyes landing on the beautiful man already brushing at the lapels of his jacket with a napkin. 

“I’m so sorr-”

“Angel?”

The man stops, large eyes blinking once, twice; a sense of deja vu settling over his dark irises, making the silver specks in them dance beautifully in the sunlight. “Do I know you?” He asks suspiciously, hand hovering over Taehyung’s chest.

Taehyung nods. Unable to control himself, his fingers brush dark locks from Jungkook’s eyes. A spark crackles where their skin meets and Jungkook squints, suspicion giving way to curiosity.

“Still so curious. Some things never change,” Taehyung says with a breathy laugh, still amazed, always amazed, at Jungkook’s beauty.

“I know you,” Jungkook says slowly, “don’t I?”

He nods again, hand slipping to cup Jungkook’s nape, pulling him in close. Jungkook drops his bag when falls against Taehyung, hands pressed against his chest.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Taehyung?” 

It’s a mere whisper but the word echoes through Taehyung’s being. “You remember?” This had never happened before. Jungkook may have felt the pull of their bond but he never remembered his name.

“Remember?” Jungkook shakes his head no. “I…see you in my dreams. Every night I…I dream of you.”

Taehyung’s heart squeezes. Every time he finds Jungkook it’s different. Sometimes he finds him as a young boy scribbling poems of good versus evil, yin and yang in his journal. Sometimes the former guardian is an artist, obsessed with drawing the supernatural. There’s always some connection to their past and it’s one of the things that he has come to enjoy discovering the most.

Jungkook is embarrassed to admit that he dreams of this beautiful stranger; he has always been more on the introverted side but…there’s just something so familiar about the man staring at him with such a loving expression it steals his breath. He studies the man’s face carefully before grabbing his bag off the ground and dragging him to a quiet side street. “Who are you?”

“Taehyung,” he answers simply as if that explains everything. “You said so yourself.”

“How do I know your name?”

Taehyung shakes his head, answering honestly as he always does when they meet. “I don’t know.”

Dropping his bag, Jungkook tears off his leather jacket and pulls his shirt off in a rush, turning his back to Taehyung. He looks over his shoulder, eyes matching his. “Why do I have you tattooed on my back? With wings?”

The former demon chokes on a sob. Jungkook’s entire back is covered with a massive tattoo of an angel crouching down, forearms on his knees, magnificent black wings stretched wide…with Taehyung’s face, burning flames dancing in his eyes. The detail is incredible, unbelievable and Taehyung realizes just how often and just how vivid these dreams of Jungkook’s must be.

“It’s the bond,” he murmurs, fingers grazing the tattoo. His skin is so soft.

“Like…soulmates?”

He shakes his head, turning Jungkook around. “No. It’s so much more.”

Jungkook reaches into his bag once again. “I take this with me everywhere I go. I-I can’t be without it. Is this yours?”

A single black feather.

“No,” he breathes, “it belongs to you.” He carefully removes the sterling silver feather from his inside jacket pocket and presses it to the black feather. “ And I belong to you."

“I—” Jungkook’s eyes dart back and forth between Taehyung’s, fisting his shirt. “I think I miss you.”

The smile that paints Taehyung’s face is bittersweet. “You do,” he whispers, leaning their foreheads together. “And I miss you. So much.”

Jungkook’s heart races. How is this possible? He should run or call for the police or scream or do something, anything. But he can’t. Because…

Taehyung...

He shakes his head, trying to clear the confusing thoughts swirling chaotically in his mind when Taehyung gently places his hands on either side of Jungkook’s neck. He cradles his face, holds him so carefully, kisses him so passionately, murmurs his name so softly it’s like he’s reciting a reverent prayer he knows by heart.

It all happens at once; images flashing through the former angel’s mind. Snapshots of blinding beams of light, pink wings, a man named Eunwoo, silver. So much silver.

And Taehyung. Taehyung occupies the largest, most significant parts of those visions that Jungkook now realizes are memories. He returns the kiss fervently, tears mingling with Taehyung’s. When they pull apart, it’s just barely, lips grazing, bodies pressed together as if they are one.

Taehyung swallows, voice thick with emotion. “Jungkook.”

“I thought you preferred ‘cotton ball’?”

His eyes fly open, wide with disbelief. “Y-you…remember?”

Jungkook smiles, nodding his head the tiniest bit, not wanting to break contact. “You found me.”

Taehyung nods back, tears freely flowing down his face and onto their lips. “I did.” 

“Is this the first time you found me?”

Taehyung shakes his head no, unable to speak and it breaks Jungkook’s heart to imagine the fallen angel spending each of his lives just…searching.

“But you do find me every time…don’t you?”

Taehyung nods. “In every lifetime.”

Jungkook’s smile radiates light and love and all things good. “I knew you would.”

Taehyung sweeps his love up into his arms, Jungkook’s feet lifting off the ground.

He remembers. Jungkook remembers him.

Taehyung doesn’t know how, doesn’t really care, though he is sure their friends have something to do with it. When their lips meet again, it’s sweet and tender and something inside Taehyung heals. He’s complete.

He kisses him again, pressing him closer until he feels his heart beating frantically. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I’m so sorry. You lost everything, everything…”

“Shhh,” Jungkook hushes him between impossibly soft kisses, fingertips caressing the planes of his face. “How could I have lost everything when I have you? All I need is you. ‘Us’ is enough, you’re enough. I choose you. Now kiss me…and don’t stop this time.”

Taehyung smiles, a quiet laugh escaping his lips that is more like a whisper of a sigh.

“As you wish, baby angel.”

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