"Why are you taking off your shirt?"
Jungkook slipped his arms around your waist like he did the night before, his eyes pierced through you, gold flecks gone, "Hold on."
What-
White majesty erupted from his back as he held onto you, moving your legs to grip his waist, your eyes widened as Jungkook guided your arms to loop around his neck, your noses centimeters away from each other as your body was fully hanging onto his.
"What are you doing-"
You didn't get to finish that sentence, his wings flapped and within seconds, your body levitated off the ground and surged into the sky as his white wings glided across the winds.
You nearly screamed seeing the ground beneath you, but Jungkook held you close, rubbing small shapes on your lower back to soothe you. As if that should fucking help, you were frozen in fear, every fiber of your being clenched onto Jungkook, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Jungkook moved one of his hands to be behind your knees, carrying you bridal style, you tensed up, burying your face into his neck and shoulder.
"Look, Y/N." He voice rumbled against you.
"I'm scared." You muttered.
Jungkook chuckled, "It's okay."
"What if I fall?" You mumbled.
"I'll catch you."
You looked at him, his copper eyes flickering with gold once again, "How can you catch me if we're both falling?"
His pink lips curved into a smile, "I've been falling for a while, Y/N."
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[No One's POV]
"What the fuck was that?!" General Lord Cheon screamed as he turned to the 5 warriors and human standing before him. His long silk robes bellowed away from him as he walk to observe each man in front of him, his well-kept beard gave him an aura of power and importance despite his pajamas which were bright pink with unicorns... an animal that supposedly rare on Earth but quite well-known as dogs on Cheonkook.
"Sir, if you would let me explain-"
"Shut it, Warrior Kim." General Lord Cheon growled at Namjoon, Namjoon simply clenched his jaw and looked away. Namjoon was the first member of Bangtan League to be recruited, Lord Cheon remembered... the way that Namjoon had wrestled for loaves of bread against the neighborhood robbers during the First War... Namjoon was only 6 at the time. Yet the young boy had shared the loaves among the families who were hit hard due to the war. The compassion he had despite being from one of the most heartless elite families (owning all the hospitals in Cheonkook), mesmerized Lord Cheon. He had tried to build the boy to be the sly and cold leader he had wanted for the league, yet the young boy had only grew in his love for his fellow citizens and his sense of loyalty towards them despite being an elite. To say that Namjoon's intellect mixed with his linguistic skills that laced his voice with unyielding compassion and persuasion could sway the General was an understatement.
His eyes fell on Jin and he looked away, Jin was the 4th Cheonkooker to be recruited and the only recruit-ee that had ever given a comforting word to General Lord Cheon. Despite his shy exterior, the warrior had a presence of power and despite that, his heart was pure. He had no ill intentions for anyone, it was as if his only purpose as a child of the Cheonkook was to bring as much laughter he possibly could in a lifetime.
Then there was Yoongi. Yoongi was from a family of low-lives of Cheonkook, his parents were shadow-masters, both using their bat-like wing structure to fold themselves to any dark corner of the room. Yoongi, too, was a shadow-master, one that General Lord Cheon got pick-pocketed by... if it wasn't for the welts on the young boy's legs at the young age of 1, Lord Cheon would've let him go. The abuse was too obvious to ignore, Yoongi had been the victim of 1 of only 20 child abuse cases in Cheonkook history. Lord Cheon could do nothing but ignore the watchful eyes of his adopted son, the son who seemed like a demeaning leader, a replica of his adopted father... yet without a drop of blood between them... he had also inherited his thoughtful, whispering, comforting nature.
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