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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook_&_Park_Jimin, Jikook
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap
      Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      jikook_-_Freeform, Bottom_Park_Jimin, Top_Jeon_Jungkook, Eventual_Smut,
      Blood_and_Gore, Fallen_Angels, Dominance, Possessive_Sex, Protectiveness,
      Evil, Jungkook_is_rough, Sadism, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Emotional
      Manipulation, Park_Jimin_Is_a_Sweetheart, Jeon_Jungkook_Is_Bad_at
      Feelings, Angel_Wings
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-05 Updated: 2017-10-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 10225
****** Wings Of Rapture ******
by Only_Baby_Scars
Summary
     “Don’t test me, Mortal. I will break you in half.” Jungkook growled
     lowly into Jimin’s virgin ear, ensuring to roughly shove him down
     further to prove his point. He crouched low, his posture was alert
     and dominant. His shadow covered the entirety of Jimin’s body.
Notes
     Please let me know if I should continue or not :)
     I apologise for any unnoticed spelling mistakes ⭐️
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jungkook cursed out in anger under his breath, his broken voice was astrain as
he held onto his bloodied hip, in a futile attempt to stop the blood from
flowing like a river, to little avail. The crimson liquid blazed through his
large, bony, pale fingers like a tidal wave of fury, it stained his sharpened
charcoal coloured talons in a raw and gory bath.
The warmth from his own blood made the recidivist angel feel sick to the gut,
his wounds were deep and his keen, golden eyes were failing him, his eyesight
was slowly beginning to blur into random shapes and warped colours. But he had
to keep moving. He had to find somewhere safe.
Dark bitumen coloured wings were the only power preventing him from falling,
but they too were beginning to fail. Their frayed and torn feathers were
dancing to the ground below, coated in a thick layer of blood.
Residents currently residing on the ground would surely be confused if any
feathers were to land near them.
Jungkook’s pale back was on fire, the nubs of his expansive wings were
straining under the effort that they were making to keep him arise. He couldn't
keep up the strength that he was currently using, his body
hurt.
The city loomed below, thick toxic waves of pollution caused Jungkook’s lungs
to heave with a burning sensation. His wings stung and ached as they abused
themselves to maneuver the injured angel messily with grace around the tall,
skyscraper buildings that surrounded him.
His sharp and volcanic eyes danced from building to building, house to house,
darting frantically, they searched for any type of purchase that could be out
of the open. Out of danger. Somewhere safe.

Jungkook scanned the area for a few more minutes, his vision was slowly getting
worse and worse, he knew that if he didn't stop flying soon, that he would
definitely fall out of the sky.
Finally, he noted something promising.
An open window of an updated looking apartment complex was the only safe haven
his demonic eyes could counter. His orbs expanded and calculated every possible
option, black cat-like iris’ fell into dagger like slits. He had no choice. No
other windows were open, he grit his teeth.
It was a massive risk, flying out in the open. But there was nothing more risky
than going into somebody's house, especially if there happened to be an
inhabitant inside of it. But Jungkook would rather have to kill one mortal
witness than have a whole city to deal with.
Without a second thought, and with blood dripping from his wings like a death
sentence, the angel plummeted towards the open window of the small complex like
a falling star. His eyes beckoned and melted into a light shade of yellowish
sunlight. Closer, closer. Jungkook braced himself, protective soaring wings
wrapped around his body like a case of black poison.
Jungkook's strong shoulder collided bluntly with the side of the window sill as
he threw himself violently in through the open space that the window provided.
He caught himself in a crouch position on his feet, ignoring the way the skin
of his palms burned and skidded along the carpet in an effort to brace himself.
Rain drops of rose red blood and black shredded feathers danced around the room
and splatted on the walls. Pooling onto the white carpet below the crest fallen
angel like a slowly forming puddle of despair.
Safe.
The winged creatures breath heaved in and out, his chest rose and fell, he was
exhausted. Jungkook’s whole back was shaking as he slowly stood up, his boot
clad feet were heavy on the soft carpet. The midnight black wings that splayed
against his strong back, retracted and flattened curvaceously against his
shoulder blades, before they dissolved painfully into his flesh, and vanished
from sight of the naked eye. His charcoal matte talons also stabbed back into
his finger bones, and a small tearing sound broke the noise of his heavy
breathing when human nails tore from his finger tips, they replaced the long
and vicious looking devil claws that had previously been there.
Finally safe, and out of danger. The black star angel observed his surroundings
diligently.
It appeared a bedroom had been his destined landing point. It was spacious, a
double bed was tucked neatly into the left corner, it was quilted with a cloud
printed blanket. Blue pillows to match. The walls were a blue, almost white
colour, and the carpet white, a few small stains here and there, none of which
compared to the mess that the demonic angel had just created.
To Jungkook’s right, there was a wooden dresser, it was varnished with small
simple details, random yet beautiful shapes were etched carefully into the
wood. Various types of books sat messily on top, but there was an air of
neatness to the display of knowledge, as if whoever had put them there had
taken the utmost care in making sure that they wouldn't fall or slip off.
Straight ahead in Jungkook’s keen eye of sight, was an in built closet. It's
doors were painted white, and it had black steel handles which complimented the
nice light facade of the rest of the bedroom.
The walls of the room were scattered with some random photos and wall hangings,
an irritatingly loud star shaped clock hung on the wall above the bed head. The
angel wanted to smash it, just so he could concentrate and weigh up his
options, the sound it made was irritating and irregular. But he couldn't afford
to damage more than he had already, the whole room had already fallen victim to
Jungkook’s not so gentle entry.
Jungkook raised a large hand to sweep his black bangs out of his golden eyes,
the thick black locks were stuck to his head by a resounding layer of oily
slick blood and sweat. His was face blank and unreadable. Not that anyone was
there to lay eyes upon his sullen expression even if they had wanted to.
The angel was left in quizzical question, the room was tidy, but it had
memories within every inch of it. He wondered who dwelled upon its floors, and
who took rest inside of the welcoming bed within the corner of the room. It
didn't look very high class, but whoever lived there definitely wasn't of the
poor status. Jungkook longed to be in his own room, filled with glorious
trinkets and collections of obscure creations, but that was a luxury he knew
that he couldn't have.
He would have to wait a while before his torn body began to heal itself, only
then would he be able to fly again without being in excruciatingly painful
agony. The hellbent angel rolled his shoulder blades at the very thought. As
much as Jungkook wanted to extend his luminous and daunting midnight black
wings, he knew better than anybody that it wasn't safe outside yet, not while
he was in a lesser condition than his usual self.
A sudden loud bang noise made the circumspect angel roll his golden honey eyes
to one side, he strained them effortlessly in the direction of the disruption.
Somebody was coming. Jungkook stayed completely still, listening. Waiting.
One, two, three, four.
Whoever it was had a light, slow walk. Their steps were dainty and careless.
But they were definitely coming in the direction of the very room Jungkook was
currently inhabiting.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine-” a loud and melodic voice sung through
the house, the voice pierced the deathly silence in the bedroom.
The descended angel rolled his eyes at the moronic and cheery singing, it was
definitely a male voice. But Jungkook was mostly unfamiliar with the earth’s
inhabitants, and had never done more than observe them from afar and very few
times. The person coming toward him could quite possibly be a threat, and
Jungkook’s instincts had never betrayed him before.
Hide.
Without a second thought, Jungkook paced across the baby blue room and ripped
the closet doors open. The black haired demons eyes flickered, he observed
quickly and efficiently the components of the clothing storage.
The closet was large, large enough that there was a smaller dresser inside it,
clothes hung on either side. And various articles of clothing sat on top of the
dresser itself. On the floor of the closet, there was a few sets of shoes,
brands that Jungkook had never seen or paid any mind to. Overall it was neat,
and there was room. Just.
“Mum? Are you home?” A soft voice asked from just outside the door, there was a
pause for just a moment, when the person on the other side didn't receive an
answer to their question, the doorknob of the bedroom door began to twist.
Jungkook had just mere seconds to act, the familiar sound of a doorknob being
turned had his shadowed body hunting forward and into the closet before him. He
shut the doors quickly when he was inside, and sunk back into the darkness just
as the bedroom door was pushed open.
“What? Why is there…” the voice trailed off, the angel almost cursed out loud,
of course the human would see all of the blood and feathers. You would have to
be an idiot or plain blind to miss the havoc.
The angel noted that the silhouette shape under the door, was definitely facing
in his direction, obvious blood had seeped out from under the closet doors from
his injured self. Jungkook could feel his body beginning to heal itself, but it
was too little too late. He grit his teeth as the painful silence continued.
It was silent for a few minutes, Jungkook's luminous eyes flowed within the
abyss of the darkness, his iris’ flowed like silent spirits. The person outside
was breathing erratically, an emotion of nerves plummeted out of their chest
like a fox being hunted, Jungkook had never heard such an unsteady heartbeat
before.
“Is… is someone in there?”
The very moment the door handle’s were touched, Jungkook’s body sensed it
immediately, and every natural instinct within his body shuddered in violent
adrenaline. The predator would not become the prey.

ØØØ

Jimin hadn't planned on coming home from school so late, but he had been held
up in detention for forgetting to do his maths homework, and unfortunately that
meant he was stuck in a room full of juvenile delinquents all afternoon.
School had always been a chore, and so were the people who went there. Jimin
had friends, but he didn't get to see them much anymore. Moving to Seoul and
leaving all he knew in Busan, definitely wasn't an easy decision for his
parents or for himself. And neither was fitting in. Jimin wasn't bullied, not
at all, but he did get flack from some of other students about his accent
sometimes. And on bad days, those comments hurt him more than they should have.
Jimin wasn't anything special, and he knew that. His grades were average, he
didn't excel in sports, have lots of friends and he didn't go to parties every
weekend like most of the students in his grade. He was just a normal sixteen
year old getting through the hardships of high school, and he had always tried
to keep a low profile while doing so.
The brunet haired teenager had never missed his old friends more than he did on
the current day. Everybody had those moments, the moments where they questioned
everything, and allowed themselves to wallow in their back minded sadness for
just a few minutes. A few seconds.
It had been lunch time when Jimin had started to miss Hoseok and Yoongi, when
he had imagined the both of them sat across the table from him, Hoseok smiled
like an idiot and Yoongi scowed like an old man.
At recess his mind had wandered to Taehyung, how he would sit next to Jimin,
place an arm around him and smile cheekily at Hoseok and Yoongi’s pointless
antics. Seokjin would have come soon after, and scolded Hoseok for whatever
nuisance he were being to Yoongi, he would tell him to respect his elders.
Jimin would never have friends again like the ones he had that year.
His first birthday without them was one of the hardest things he had ever
endured throughout his life. But it was something he would come to accept,
people drifting apart was always hard. No matter what the circumstances were.
There was no relief when Jimin lost them.
They had stayed in contact for a while, they made sure to do a group video chat
every night. Taehyung would sit quietly and listen to Hoseok blab on about
their day, while Yoongi would grumble in disagreement, and of course Seokjin
would explain to Jimin what had really happened. But some friendships just
weren't strong enough to withstand the time of separation.
First Yoongi stopped coming into the video calls, then Seokjin, Hoseok, and
lastly Taehyung. Until Jimin didn't know anything of their lives apart from
what they chose to share on social media. He would be lying if he said it
didn't hurt.
Not long after the apparent split of his best friends, Jimin's parents followed
suit too. They didn't get a divorce, divorce was complicated, frowned upon and
neither hated the other enough to tarnish that sort of reputation.
If only Jimin could have expressed to somebody how much your life could change
in a year. His father moved an hour away, and lived in some expensive high rise
apartment, Jimin didn't visit very often.
The sky was bleeding into pastel pinks and purples when the teenager finally
arrived home, his backpack was heavy and his crescent eyes were tired from
staring at a smart board for so long.
Jimin entered the apartment complex curtly, he didn't mind living there. The
apartments weren't big, but they were nice and new, much better than the ones
in the type of areas that the Korean mafia seemed to affiliate.
The front door was locked, it was always locked. Because not having a “man
around the house” had been making his mother paranoid, even in an area such as
the one that they lived in. Jimin never understood how his mother could rely so
heavily on somebody else for happiness, but then, he wasn't much different.
His nimble and delicate hands carefully cut the silver shaped key into the
lock, he twisted with care and ease. Face to face with the white door and
number 10 that was the portal between himself and bed, which he really wanted
to be in. Jimin pushed the door open, he returned the key to the pocket of his
tight black and blue checkered school pants, and hung his grey school bag on
one of the many hooks next to the doors entry way. He probably shut the door a
little harder than intended, because the sound of it being slammed closed
almost made him jump.
The living room to the left was clean and tidy, a flat screen television was
mounted to the wall, and a big white sofa couch across from it sat comfortably
on the opposite. There were no signs of it being used recently, Jimin wondered
if his mother had even returned home from work yet.
He decided to skip the option of food, and chose sleep instead. Jimin began to
carry himself to his room with a gentle hum and soft words of a song he had
heard on the radio earlier that morning. Jimin slipped his shoes off and began
to venture up the stairs, quite ready for the dreamland of sleep to take him.
He relished in the feeling of the soft blue carpet beneath his feet, and the
cleansed smell of the automatic air freshener his mother had wall hung in the
upstairs hallway. Lavender was the smell of the day, a pleasant change from the
usual jasmine she frequently chose.
“Mum? Are you home?” Jimin asked quietly when he had made it up the stairs,
receiving no answer. She must be at work, his conscious mind decided. Before he
finally entered his room. The moment Jimin stepped inside, something was
immediately off. And he would have been blind not to see it.
The small window next to his bed was wide open, but that wasn't the part that
sent chills down his spine. Blood, there was blood, and a lot of it. It seeped
down the window sill, down the wall and dripped onto the freshly vacuumed
carpet. It smelt horrible, like a dead animal was being held under his nose.
Jimin's fair eyes trailed and tittered along the rest of his room, and the
sixteen year olds breath hitched when he was confronted by disaster everywhere.
Huge blotches and stains inhabited his entire carpet in large quantities,
bleaching the floor with a disgusting smell and almost red black.
“What? Why is there…” Jimin trailed off softly when his gaze landed on
something black and sticky, glued to a big puddle of blood next to his bed. The
brunet haired boy’s eyes widened, he would not dare touch it, because it became
apparent to him that whatever had come through his window, was definitely still
in the room.
If the blood was bad on the carpet, it did not nearly compare to the crimson
darkness oozing from the bottom of his closet like the Niagara Falls.
Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but he found that the words were caught in his
throat briefly, he had to do something, anything. Say something. So he did.
“Is… is someone in there?” He asked stupidly, the fear he heard in his own
voice was inevitable. Was it a dream? It had to been a dream?. The teenager
waited for as long as his body could, until the lack of response strummed his
mind into willing him forward.
The sixteen year old walked tentatively toward the closet, he didn't know what
to expect. An animal couldn't possibly have been smart enough to hide in there,
but then why were there big black feathers everywhere? He had to know.
Jimin held tightly onto both handles of the closet doors, he was cautious, and
felt hesitant about grasping the handles and pulling the door open. What if
whatever was inside of his closet wasn't friendly? Jimin was small, but he was
brave. It was his room, and he wanted whatever was invading his space gone. He
pulled both of the doors open at the same time.
Jimin was left speechless.

ØØØ

The planets stood out like bubbles within the large Spence of the universe.
Constellations of different animals and objects spread across the heavens, and
the soft gleam of every fading star tinted brightly from a distant.
“Why are the stars never happy anymore?” Jungkook asked Namjoon in a confused
tone, he asked that question all too often, but the silver haired angel never
grew tired of answering it.
“You know this already Jeon, why must you constantly ask. Do you intend to
waste my time?” Namjoon responded, pinching the inside of his cheek with his
teeth in an attempt to not laugh. Jungkook always got so worked up, and he was
easy to mess around with.
“O-of course I don’t intend to waste your time! But… I know you’re lying to me.
You never tell me the true story.” The younger growled back angrily, causing
the ends of his black talons to begin to sprout from his finger tips. Namjoon
quickly pinched Jungkook’s shoulder.
“And that’s why I cannot tell you yet, you aren’t old enough.” The silver
haired beauty concluded nonchalantly, Jungkook would have been mad if he
weren’t so used to the response that he had just received. Namjoon always had a
response, an answer to every question. He really was the smartest entity that
Jungkook had ever known, He had no idea at the time that Namjoon wouldn’t
protect him forever. He had no idea that the world was so black and white, so
void. The raven haired sighed, his talons retracting as he did so.
“Can you at least tell me the story again… even if it isn’t the complete
version?” He asked as he gazed at the stars with steaming sunset eyes, so
close, so touchable. But so dangerous. And as Namjoon began to speak, Jungkook
became lost in the flame filled grace of the stars.
“The stars have a beauty that is timeless, even when they die they never lose
their grace. Their flame never withers or wilts, because the stars are ageless
and forever gleaming.” The silver haired began, his shiny moon looking locks
glinted like spider webs in the gentle stillness of the atmosphere.
“The ancient ones say that we were created as a curse to try and destroy the
stars. For they are beautiful and pure, and we crave for bloodlust and war.
They say we were summoned by death himself, because there can be no light
without the darkness.”
Jungkook listened diligently to Namjoon’s deep voice, and his wisdom filled
words, for he knew that there would come a time where he wouldn’t be able to
hear them. Or even speak to the angel who was saying them.
“Because the stars were blessed with such a timeless beauty, we too were cursed
to live forever, and forced to gaze upon their glory. A glory we will never
have the pleasure to experience.” Jungkook didn’t know why, but that made him
feel conflicted. Perhaps the stars would be happier if angels didn’t exist…
well… he knew that to be a fact.
“Now, when it becomes an angel’s eighteenth birth year, their age will cease to
change. And they will become frozen on the timeline of existence like all of
those before them. Never to age, never to wilt, and never to see what is beyond
the realm of the living.” Namjoon didn’t need to look at Jungkook to know that
he was paying attention, even if his gaze remained on the stars.
“The stars were happy before we were created, they didn’t have to share the sky
with anybody besides their father the moon. Now, they are cursed with our
presence. I could tell you all about how I felt when I too was your age, if
only I could remember how to feel anything.” The silver haired demon placed his
hand over his chest, where a beating heart had long ago ceased any movement.
Replaced by a shard of hard glass.
“One day, you will understand the numbness of your heart stopping, and only
then will you understand the true beauty of destruction.” Namjoon smirked, and
Jungkook shuddered. They really were the cursed race, the cursed race who
didn’t care if they hurt creatures that had feelings.
“Never trust anybody Jeon. Not even me.”
Namjoon had always told him that, Jungkook never thought that one day he would
need to remember those words. Much like the human race, angels had no distaste
in eradicating their own kind.
“I trust you Namjoon.”
The elder rolled his eyes.
 
ØØØ

Crouched lazily on top of the dresser inside of Jimin’s closet, was a boy. His
eyes were golden like the sun, but they shone with a cold and sickening feeling
of death, the boy’s presence felt like the grim reaper himself was staring at
Jimin. His naked and muscled arms hung distastefully at his sides, his posture
was lazy but so alert. Jimin shuddered as he stared up into those dreadful
windows to the soul. He felt frozen, he couldn't move.
The pair of luminescent Amber orbs ripped into his soul, a horrible, nauseous
feeling invaded his chest within seconds. He felt so small while the boy above
him stared down at him, loomed over him. It were as if some sort of dark entity
was over taking his being. They stared right back at him within the dark,
challenging him to attack. Jimin made to step back.
Big mistake.
The terrified teenager let out a bloodcurdling scream as a large and pale hand
shot out from within the closet, it wrapped around his slender neck violently.
Long and thin fingers squeezed tightly around his windpipe as something sharp,
like claws, began cutting into the flesh of his neck. A disgustingly deep growl
slipped from the boy's lips with a snarl, almost inhumanly.
A huge thunder storm of black feathers shed around Jimin’s body like a
radioactive cyclone. Splitting from the boy’s back like a scene from a horror
movie, and before he knew it, the tables were turned. The grip around Jimin's
throat tightened significantly as the creature effectively flipped their
positions when Jimin’s back violently hit the wall of the closet, pinned
against it by his now slowly bleeding neck.
“L-let me go!” Jimin gasped out between shallow breaths, he brought his small
hands up to hold onto the strong wrists that were punishing him.
The angel’s perfect bow shaped eyebrow raised, and he tilted his head slightly
to the side at the mortal’s plea’s and worried antics. Pitiful.
Jungkook decided to loosen his death grip around the mortals throat when it
became apparent that he had full control of the human being, and could have
easily killed him if he held on too tight. His talons, which had not only
injured the delicate and pathetic being, had also stabbed holes into the wall
behind his neck. Oops.
“Did I say that you could speak. Human.” It wasn't a question, it was a
statement. Shut up or I will rip out your throat. Jungkook's voice came out low
and deep, firm and dominant like the true dark power that he was.
Jimin gulped and let go of the hands around his throat, and allowed them to
fall limply to his sides. It was only then did the teenager get a good look at
the person- no… thing in front of him.
He looked older than Jimin, he was much taller, broader but he still had a
youthful face. Dark and messy black hair hung loosely in strands on either side
of his eyes, which seemed to be glowing like the sun. His eyes were surrounded
by a thick black rim of smudged darkness, but it somehow looked as if they had
always been that way, as if his eyes had been surrounded by darkness since the
day he was born. His eyes were dead, serious, not an ounce of humour or
sympathy inside of them.
None of the things about the creature looked abnormal, he looked like an
ordinary high school student. But he definitely wasn't, and the huge black
wings that surrounded himself and Jimin, were the proof that he was something
out of this world. The wings were slowly retracting, slowly vanishing from
sight.
A ripped and faded sleeveless black shirt clothed the creatures strong torso.
The pair of black ripped skinny jeans, with various zips and chains, and
patches of leather clung to his strong legs like a second skin. And Jimin
didn't dare trail his eyes down further, because of the grip on his throat that
suddenly began to tighten.
“Look at me.”
No response. Jungkook was losing his temper, but he had to keep reminding
himself of the clear power difference between himself and the human.
“Look. At. Me.” The angel growled out angrily, which caused the young boy under
his control to finally look him dead on in the eyes. The angel had to stop and
observe, just for a moment.
Jungkook had never seen a human up close before, he had heard stories about
them being weak and dumb animals, who could easily be plucked out of time
without any other race caring or taking notice. It had indeed been easy for the
angel to overpower the mortal, but Jungkook had never seen fear so apparent in
one’s eyes. Angels didn't have fears.
Unlike his own golden ones, the human’s eyes were the colour of nature. A deep
and pure brown, full of innocent mistakes and a life of endless endurance, did
all humans have such eyes? Jungkook wanted to know. But now was not the time.
The angel leant right into the human’s face, noting the button nose and chubby
cheeks, with a defined jawline from the right angle. The boy had chocolate
brown fluffy hair, it appeared soft and well kept. He made to place his free
hand on it, just to test his theory, but stilled his own movements when he
caught something odd travelling down the human boy’s face. Jungkook felt caught
off guard.
Jungkook noted that it was a tear, angels only ever cried when they were in
severe pain, the black haired entity had never shed a tear in his entire life.
And he didn't plan to anytime soon.
He sat his large and heavy hand on top of the human's head, Jungkook ignored
the severe flinch that it caused. The hand he had around the mortal’s throat
didn't loosen, but it didn't squeeze any tighter.
“What is your name, earth child?.”
Jimin was taken aback by the sudden question, and the apparent nickname that
the weird thing had just called him by. But he had no choice but to respond, a
strong hand and sharp claws still trapped his body inside the closet, and a big
hand was applying a pressure on top of his head. Jimin was afraid that his neck
would be snapped.
“Jimin…?” the teenager didn't know why he sounded unsure of his own words,
Jimin was definitely his name, but that person… whatever they were… made him
feel incredibly anxious. Even of himself.
“Jeon Jungkook.” Came the blunt and monotone response.
Thought after thought ran through the angels mind. The Jimin mortal had seen
him, and he had witnessed the drastic change between human and demon. Natural
and supernatural. He had to decide whether to rid Jimin now, or save him for
later.
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, his deadlocked eyes fell into slits, as
he continued to run his eyes across the human in front of him. Replaying the
(obvious) teenagers voice over and over again in his head. Jimin's voice was
soft and delicate, afraid but defiant. Strong but unsure.
Jimin noted that Jungkook was bleeding through the rips in his clothes,
something bad had happened. The teenager was however very conflicted. He didn't
know if the black haired demon before him would cause him harm… it was nerve
wracking.
“You're bleeding…” Jimin let out through anxious lips, his hands shook as they
clutched at his sides. Innocent eyes wandered over Jungkook’s ripped up body.
The angel released the helpless mortal from the brutal grasp, deep purple
bruises already began to ink Jimin's slender neck where the harsh fingers had
been holding. Jungkook ignored the bruises.
Before Jimin could re-gain his footing, Jungkook bent down with his head right
next to the brunet haired teens hip. Jungkook wrapped a long and strong arm
around his thighs, and swept the boy up and over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” the human let out in a squeak. Jimin held on frantically
to the shirt that clothed Jungkook’s strong back, his eyesight went vertigo at
the upside down angle.
Jungkook glanced back over his shoulder, he rolled his eyes and opted to ignore
the ignorant question. He had to sway his mind away as his body screamed at
him, the extra weight, although small, was almost breaking down his already
injured torso.
The demonic angel bent down slightly when he stepped away from the closet, he
didn't really want to bash the human’s skull on the top of it. Jimin would have
been thankful for the gesture, if it weren't for the fact that some weirdo had
just been hiding in his closet, almost strangled him and was now carrying him
towards the open window he had clearly not long ago entered through.
Jimin wasn't a stupid person, he knew when to talk and not to talk. There was
so much he wanted to yell, scream in the current moment. But the ‘Jeon’ guy…
whatever he was, clearly didn't like being addressed when he didn't give
permission. And that made Jimin feel even smaller and more powerless than ever.
Jungkook carried the light teenager over to the window, the blood that was
still oozing and dripping down the walls began to fade away as the angels body
healed itself. But the feathers stayed in place, awaiting somebody to find
them.
He lifted one strong leg up, his tight pants strained at the action. Jungkook
pulled himself, and the frightful human up to the window, but not before
scanning the visible area with his volcanic slitted eyes.
A small force stopped Jungkook from going any further, he slandered his eyes
sideways and back over his shoulder. “Let go, or I break your arms.” The human
shuddered and immediately let go of the window sill. The angel growled slightly
in relief.
A familiar and lucid crackling pain shot through Jungkook’s shoulder blades,
the stubs of his wings began splitting into small sharp pointed black feathers
like a flower quickly blooming. The little feathers began scattering into big
ones, they extended across his back until they spread out into gigantic and
stunning wings, like giant Raven wings.
Jungkook’s body hurt, but the pain was slowly fading into an irritating ache,
his main concern was being seen. He took once last glance back at the mortals
petrified expression. And then, he jumped.
The angel cursed inside of his head when the grip he had on the kid slipped, he
hadn't anticipated such a high fall. He couldn't let him die, he needed the
mortal alive. For the time being.
When the adolescent looked down, the only thing that he saw was the ground
quickly spiralling towards him. Jimin didn't get time to scream at the sudden
surge of strong wind that stung his eyes and made his cheeks cold, because as
soon as the sound almost left his mouth, a large and warm hand covered his
terrified eyes at the same time as a strong hold wrapped around his waist, and
a hot heat pressed against his back just seconds before he hit the ground.
Jimin couldn't see anything, the small gap between the fingers over his eyes
weren't giving him any indication of what was happening, and only provided a
small blur of colours.
“Keep your eyes closed.” A deep voice grumbled into his ear. Jimin closed his
eyes, even though there was a graceful hand there to cover them. He was
terrified.
Jungkook wasn't used to having the task of supporting somebody else when he was
airborne, but he was thankful that the human wasn't heavy.
Even though the Angel had regenerated somewhat, he still didn't have enough
strength to fly for too long, it was also too risky to be flying around so
close to the ground. Somebody would for sure see, so he opted for a different
approach.
He landed on the hard paved foot path just down from the window, his feet hit
the solid concrete ground earlier than Jimin’s, but Jungkook didn't miss the
way that the human almost sighed in relief at the contact of solid ground.
Jimin stayed still when he felt his feet touch the ground, he had no idea what
Jungkook was planning, but he had a feeling that he wouldn't like it very much.
The hand that covered his eyes was slowly removed, and the beautiful and
appealing concrete finally blessed Jimin’s eyes. He hadn't been in the air for
long, but it had been enough to make him never want to fly in a plane again, he
didn't trust that Jungkook wouldn't drop him.
Jungkook released the human but didn't take his eyes off of him, he was taking
a huge risk out in the open. Who was to say that Jimin wouldn't scream for help
and get the attention of other people? Jungkook didn't need any more
casualties.
Jimin stiffened his momentary movements when a cold and icy shiver of air ran
down his spine, the teenager froze as a light touch fluttered against his ear.
A light touch that wasn't at all comforting given the circumstances he had been
forced into. He winced when a harsh yet quiet voice bit through his ear drum.
“Move.” Jungkook muttered deeply next to Jimin’s ear, his body loomed over the
teenagers back like a shadow, any onlooker would surely think that he were
bullying the younger. Which wouldn't have exactly been a lie. The position was
vulnerable and threatening, the angel could snap the mortals neck like a
toothpick if he wanted to.
Jimin didn't move for a moment. The stubbornness inside of him wanted to fight,
the natural human instinct in his mind wanted to run, scream or cry for help.
But… the long and slender fingers that suddenly gripped his shoulder tightly,
reminded him that choice wasn't a luxury he had the right of choosing.
The sixteen year old decided that the safest option would be to comply, what if
Jeon were to hurt his mother? He couldn’t live with himself. Not that he would
have a choice, he knew that if he disobeyed the demon would probably kill him.
He certainly had the power to, Jimin could still feel the remnants of
Jungkook’s strength through the bruises on his neck.
“Please don’t come home…” Jimin mumbled to himself, hoping, praying that some
unknown force would prevent his mother from returning home to a house of
horrors. The moment she entered his room she would for sure call the police,
and then the whole situation would be completely horrendous… not that it was
very good to begin with.
Jungkook had been raised on violence and force, but even he knew that he could
kill the mortal with the flick of a wrist. The fallen angel would have killed
Jimin by now if it weren’t for the fact that he needed him, Jungkook wasn’t
stupid.
He had always been told and forced to read the stories growing up, about how
once you left the stars that your power would become weak, that you could lose
your wings for good. The only thing that could prevent the loss of wings on
earth, was being in constant contact with a mortal. It didn’t hurt them
physically or make them feel weak, but it did make them feel completely
disgusting and powerless. Like death, it made them feel like the grim reaper
was casting a shadow over their very soul. Almost like a dead man walking, it
was a feeling.
The demonic angel could sense that said feeling radiating from the teenager
before him in strong waves, like the ocean was crying out to be released from
the deep depths it was encaged in. Jimin was now a trapped bird, a trapped bird
inside of Jungkook’s golden cage.
The pain of leaving the stars was so immense and soul crushing that it could
kill any angel that wasn’t completely healthy, Jungkook almost hadn’t made it
through. He remembered the sensation of his wings ripping and tearing with the
strong force, he remembered a strong stabbing pain in his side, and a
disgustingly hard pressure upon his heart of glass. Needless to say, he didn’t
want to experience that feeling again, he wouldn’t have experienced it the
first time if he had been given the option. But even Jungkook wasn’t reckless
enough to fight battles that he couldn’t win. As long as he won the war, losing
one time didn’t matter to him.
Those were the least of his worries. Especially when a small and youthful voice
broke through the bleak atmosphere and empty street.
“Excuse me sir, but what are you doing with Jiminie? And why do you look like
that?” Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the side of his head in the direction of the
voice, and Jimin’s heart almost stopped in his chest. The sixteen year old tore
his gaze to his right, and Jimin felt a horribly sick feeling spread through
his gut and stomach.
There she was, the voice that perfectly matched the body. It was Jimin’s ten
year old neighbour. His immediate instinct was to get her to leave, to run.
“W-why are you here?!” Jimin shouted in a mortified tone as he tried to tear
himself away from Jungkook, the angel responded by grabbing him roughly by the
arm and yanking his small body sideways. That didn’t stop Jimin from continuing
on with his frantic motivated words and attempting to break free of Jungkook’s
iron hold.
“Get out of here! run Soojung-“ A cold and large hand slammed harshly against
Jimin’s mouth and silenced his shouts, it were as if all of the air inside of
his lungs was being pushed down into his stomach.
The sixteen year old felt helpless inside of Jungkook’s hold, and the horrified
feeling inside of him didn’t vanish, especially not when he looked up and saw
the look in the angels eyes. It wasn’t a look you would ever seen in the orbs
of a human, those weren’t windows to the soil. They were windows to hell.
Golden yellow like the sun within, and black thick rings around the pupils,
they were like windows to hell.
Jungkook could see it in her eyes. She was naive, so unaware. Unaware of the
power that Jungkook had throbbing through the tips of his fingers. Behind her
strawberry braids were innocent brown eyes, and freckles that were yet to be
tarnished by the strong sun rays of the sky. Her red dress resembled the colour
of crimson blood in his mind, it reminded him of a flowing river of life
bleeding from a recently murdered corpse.
The little human girl was obviously somebody important, because the mortal
within his sturdy arms was putting all of his strength into trying to get to
her. Pathetic.
Jeon Jungkook had often wondered about the emotions that humans expressed, they
were odd, foreign to his mind. It was nearly impossible for him to comprehend
what it would feel like to lose somebody, he barely remembered the emotions
that he had felt before he had turned eighteen. Of course the years he had been
alive excelled that of eighteen now, he was cursed to look young and beautiful
forever.
Jimin was screaming, shouting, even trying to bite Jungkook’s hand to let him
go. But Jungkook wasn’t the least bit interested in the humans horrified and
dramatic antics, he rolled his eyes and decided that enough was enough.
“Come here.” Jungkook stated bluntly, the words slipped through his lips like a
haunting poison, and his words were the only thing that seemed to get the
little girl to react. There was no way that he would have been able to pretend
he and Jimin were friendly, because it would have been obvious even to a little
girl that Jungkook was hurting the other. Which was probably why she had even
noticed or said anything in the first place.
Her eyes suddenly looked fearful, as they should have been in the first place.
And the angel didn’t know what it was, maybe it was the terrified look that
Jimin was giving her, maybe it was the little bit of human smartness, or
perhaps the threatening hold that he had on the mortal teen. But something made
her decide that it was time to run, and run she did.
Jungkook, acting upon the instinct in his mind of prey running away,
immediately made to pursue her. And in doing so, he released the hold he had
over Jimin’s mouth. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to drag the teenager with
him, at least not until he opened his mouth.
“Please, please don’t go after her!” the brunet pleaded quickly and
irrationally as he grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeveless arm, big mistake. The
dark angel almost instantly responded to the ‘threatening’ touch by flipping
the mortal over and slamming him roughly into the pavement on his chest.
The heavy weight of Jungkook’s strength pressed against Jimin’s back hurt
badly, it felt like the entire planet was crushing his rib cage against the
hard and cold concrete. It would definitely leave bruises.
“Don’t test me, mortal. I will break you in half.” Jungkook growled lowly into
Jimin’s virgin ear, ensuring to roughly shove him down further to prove his
point. He crouched low, his posture was alert and dominant. His shadowed
covered the entirety of Jimin’s body.
Jimin knew that he had absolutely no chance in hell of gaining the upper hand,
especially not while he was pinned to the ground with Jungkook roughly holding
him down. But he had to do something, he had to say anything to persuade the
body above him to not chase after his neighbor's daughter, he would never be
able to live with himself.
“No one will believe her…” he whispered softly, trying his best to be strong,
even though his cheek was pressed against the ground and his life was
ultimately at risk. Jungkook didn’t react with facial expressions, but he did
wish to hear the human’s odd reasoning for talking back. When Jungkook’s
pressure didn’t harshen, Jimin decided to continue.
“No one will believe her about your wings, she’s only a kid… they will think
it’s just a story. S-so… please don’t chase her. She isn’t worth your time.” He
finished, knowing that if his words now wouldn’t convince Jungkook, that
nothing else would.
The angel thought about it, and came to the conclusion that the world he was
currently in wasn’t at all like the one he had left behind. Maybe Jimin was
telling the truth, maybe nobody would believe her, but Jungkook had been alive
long enough to know that trusting others was self damaging.
Jimin had never felt so anxious by silence before, but the quietness he was
currently experiencing was like a cloak of despair hanging over his head. He
wished that the angel would just say something, anything. The only response he
earned was a grumble of distaste, and an annoyed smack in the back of the head
before he was pulled up backwards.
Jungkook effortlessly stood back and dragged the human with him, he didn’t even
give Jimin the option to stand before repeating his earlier action by swinging
Jimin easily over his shoulder.
Instead of following the little girl, who had ran somewhere behind the
apartment complex, Jungkook decided to continue on the way that he had been
previously going. In the end he had more important matters to attend to, and
they definitely took priority over a snotty, spoilt little human rat.
The mortal boy didn’t even try to fight, and that pleased Jungkook immensely.
There would be no point in fighting now, for the angel had given the human
exactly what he wanted, even if Jungkook didn’t do it for him. He did it for
himself.
Jimin allowed himself to be man handled by Jungkook’s strong body, and slouched
against his lean shoulder. Soojung was safe, that was all that mattered to him.
He didn’t know where they were going, but there was one thought that was
playing heavily in the back of his mind. What had been so powerful to make a
resilient and rowdy Jungkook bleed like that? Whatever it was, it was bigger
and badder than he was, and Jimin was now in the middle of it.
The black haired angel began to cross the street in front of the complex,
carrying the now compliment teen with him. The pedestrian crossing didn’t
process as important in his mind. There were no cars around, no people, for the
sun was beginning to set. And the monsters were coming out to play.

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The sun had just set beyond the mountains of the earth, the mix of rose pink
and dark blue began to bleed into gleaming stars. Waves and shadows of grey
clouds coated every field and meadow in a cloak that resembled patches of
seaweed in the ocean, and the night was light with a moon that wasn’t weak
enough to be overshadowed.
Owls hooted and hunted mice below the treetops in the many parks spread
throughout the suburbs, and the city was quiet for the most part. The graceful
light of the moon reflected curtly against the transparent windows of the
skyscrapers, anybody who happened to look up would surely be dazzled, and awe
struck by the spectacular light show that the many wild fireflies were
currently displaying. It was always hard to stop and stare when there was a
constant flow of traffic and loud motorbikes screaming up the streets, but many
people found peace within the chaos.
The odd sound of cats hissing at each other and crickets chirping in the brush
nearby, were the only sounds that broke through the eery silence of the back
alleyway behind the apartment complex. It was dark and lonely, nothing but rats
and the occasional homeless person resided there, even for a good part of the
city it wasn’t safe to be out alone. It was never safe, not even in your own
house.
Soojung had always been a defiant little girl, her mother had raised her to
always stick up for others and to be the type of person whom others could
depend upon. Which was why when she had seen that man pushing Jimin around, she
had been curious and slightly angered.
Jimin, who had been her neighbour for quite some time, had always been kind to
her and always said hello whenever they happened to be in each other’s company.
Sometimes he would even bring over packets of minty chewy chocolate bites to
cheer her up when she had an assignment or a bad day. He was like a big brother
to her.
She was only young, ten to be exact, and she had never, not once! experienced
such a mean aura radiating off of somebody before. The very thought of being
near that man had scared her, and the only reason she had even attempted to
talk to him was because Jimin had looked scared for his life. It honestly
hadn’t been a look she liked on him. But there had been something odd…
something… off about him, and she didn’t realise what that something was until
she had obtained a good look at his back.
Wings, he had wings. And they were absolutely stunning. Their expanse was wider
than that of a Harpy eagle’s, one of the most graceful yet predatory birds that
dominated the skies above the scarce rainforest canopies. The feathers were of
a matte texture, but they were dark, so so dark. They were blacker than
Vantablack, it looked as if your enter hand could become lost in them if you
were to even rest a finger tip on one, they were magnificent.
It was only when the man… the creature… had turned its gaze upon her that she
knew it hadn’t been a good idea to try and converse. It was like staring into
the top of two active volcanoes, their colour was molten and alight, like fire.
Like the sun. Even more beautiful than the wings had been.
When the wings had began to vanish from sight, and Jimin had screamed at her,
she had finally began to realise that the situation at hand was far greater
than the words that she could have possibly said. And when the creature had
told her to go to it, she had finally ran. She had ran and left Jimin there,
she had only thought of herself. Even after he had been so kind to her all of
those times.
Soojung’s current position was in her room, on her bed, and tightly wrapped
under the thick covers. She didn’t dare move, too terrified and petrified that
something was outside the window, under the bed and even waiting outside her
bedroom door.
She knew that she was being a coward, a traitor. She had read a lot in fantasy
books about people betraying one another, especially over trivial things like
power or gold. And she was questioning whether or not she should have stayed,
perhaps tried to help Jimin. Jimin, with the sincere words and the kindest most
warmest eyes she had ever seen. Besides her mother's of course.
A small tapping noise pulled the young girl from her thoughts, it sounded like
it was coming from the window. It was a light touch, there didn’t seem to be
any significant force behind the noise. She thought it was just the wind
outside, until the sound completely stopped. It had lasted all but ten seconds,
if even that. And that short time had been enough to frighten the daylights out
of her. Surely she was imagining things, surely there was nothing there.
Oh how wrong she had been.
It started with a lone whisper in the night. It was so soft, so gentle, like a
mythical siren of the deep ocean. The whisper was low and soothing like a bass
drum, and the tone was almost hypnotising to the delicate young ears that heard
them. Soojung felt like she was in a trance, like she didn’t have control over
her own body.
The ten year old slowly pushed the comforting covers away from her body, and
sat up meekly in the bed. Her room was dark, nothing but the outside light of
the moon kissed the dark four walls with a blessed solace.
Slow, yet irrational to the current fear she was possessed with, the ten year
old strawberry haired girl stood up. Her small, pale feet planted firmly on the
cold, varnished floorboards of her bedroom. Their reflected painted surface
perfectly mimicked the light of the moon and stars, it were as if she were
standing on the entire solar system.
Something was becoming her to walk towards the window, even though she tried to
lean back on her heels to stop herself, her body began to move on its own. Her
steps towards the closed window were so sure and full of stride, yet her
emotions were the complete opposite.
“No! Stop! I don’t want to walk over there!” She cried out desperately and
attempted to will her hand to grab onto something, but it wouldn’t move. She
was completely immobilised as her body came to stand in front of the window.
She was completely and utterly mortified by what was staring back at her
through the glass.
They were haunting, more haunting than the boogie man in children’s books. More
terrifying than walking into the woods alone at night. They were eyes. Cold,
steel eyes, their colour was metallic and shiny, like the surface of a dead
still lake in the early hours of the morning. The orbs were calculating and
dangerous, like a pair wolf eyes, like a predator's eyes. They were similar to
the ones that Soojung had seen not even an hour earlier, both they were
different. Where the golden ones had been bright and chaotic, the silver ones
were blank, and full of apathy and impassiveness.
Before Soojung could even register what had happened, her small, pre teen hand
had unlocked the latch of the window. A sudden chill ran down her spine, and
her body wouldn’t even let her take a step back when the window was pushed
open.
As the window swung forward, only centimetres from her face, it became apparent
what the eyes belonged to. And it left her confused for a moment, just a
moment. Until she saw something familiar in the pristine moonlight outside.
A face stared back at her from outside, there was no window separating her and
it anymore. The face was beautiful, it was a man crouching outside her window.
He had soft and radiant looking skin, it was slightly tanned, but not enough
for him to be considered anything but pale. He had long talon like fingernails,
they were black and pointy, long and elegant. His face was round and youthful,
his cheeks were dimpled with the small smirk he was currently displaying. He
looked young, and his hair was the distinctive shade of very light, almost
white, silver.
All of those things were beautiful, however, much like the man she had seen
earlier with Jimin, this one too had wings. They were the complete opposite of
the ones she had seen before, they were white, pure white. And they looked
fluffier and more inviting than the most comfortable pillow. The wings were
tucked neatly behind the man's back, and he was clothed in a black bomber
jacket that covered his arms, with a plain black choker surrounding his slender
neck. And although they were completely mesmerising, the grin spread across the
man's features definitely wasn’t as inviting as his other features were. He
didn’t even make a move to enter, he just stayed in the same position.
“‘Mortal child.” He addressed her, his voice was deep and low, just like the
one she had heard whispering. Soojung opened her mouth to respond, but the
words wouldn’t come out. And it appeared that was what the beautiful man had
been expecting.
“Have you seen another like me?” the voice whispered out, even though he was
asking a question, it very much felt like he knew the answer already. Soojung
nodded, yes. She hadn’t even intended to.
“And tell me, in which direction did he go?” The ten year old really didn’t
want to answer such a question, she felt like it was wrong. Like she was
betraying Jimin all over again. The angel seemed to notice her anxiousness, and
she once again couldn’t stop herself from answering.
“They walked towards the pedestrian crossing out the front of the building.”
The all but whispered, tears began to spring to her eyes, and the sickening
feeling inside of her chest began to tighten. It felt like death.
“They?” He asked, almost to himself. Although his face showed no reaction of
the obvious new information, the question that came from his lips didn’t lie.
“Soojung? Who are you talking to?” A sudden female voice sounded from the other
side of the door, Soojung almost jumped out of her chest. And she wanted to
respond so badly, she wanted to scream and cry and open the door. But she
couldn’t move, her Mum was so close yet so far. Just on the other side of the
door.
“Answer me. Who was he with? were they human?” The man beckoned, ignoring the
woman on the other side of the door. His loose and careless voice suddenly
turned more forceful. The ten year old closed her eyes, she didn’t want to
answer, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t.
“Jimin… Park Jimin, a human.” She answered, and instantly regret it. Bile rose
up in her throat, she felt as if she were going to be sick. And the most
horrible thing of all, was that the man was still smiling. Smiling at her as if
he had just won a million dollars, eyeing her off as if she were his next kill.
“Thank you for your assistance, Soojung.” He leant forward more when he said
that, just slightly. But it was still very intimidating.
The worried questions from the other side of the door, turned into frantic
banging. And frantic words and cries of the little girl's name began to fill
her ears. The tears that had silently been streaming down her face, were
finally allowed to turn into disgusting sobs, horrible and panicky sobs.
“Now now, don’t cry. I will make you feel better, I will make this terrible
pain go away.” The deep voice said, a heavy hand then rested on top of
Soojung’s head, it felt horrible, it felt like she was about to die. And then,
there was a sudden pain in her neck. A horrible pain, a completely unbearable
pain, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. The ten year old began to
scream violently, but the large hand holding her didn’t let go.
The awful and decaying smell of coppery blood filled the room in an instant,
Soojung could no longer speak. She could only splutter and gurgle as she
quickly began to choke on her own warm blood.
A long and sharp edged talon pushed itself further into the front of her
throat, it’s owner twisted it around harshly, purposely just for fun. Light
began to fill the ten year old's eyes, she could no longer hear her mother
banging on the door. She could no longer taste the liquid that streamed down
her throat.
And then, with one finishing blow. He cut her head off.
 
 
 
***** Note (you don’t have to read) *****
Because of all the surprising encouragement and positively, I will be writing
another chapter for this fic and publishing it within the next few weeks. Thank
you to everyone who read chapter one, I know that it was a bit too long and
detailed for some people’s tastes, but for those of you who did like it, thank
you for the kudos and for the bookmarks! (I will delete this note soon) thank
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