Taehyung entered the apartment and followed the directions. Jungkook is full of surprises, I see… I must expect the unexpected. He sat down on the white leather sofa and popped open the bottle of wine. He pressed his nose to the top of the bottle, checking it for traces of poison or other sabotage just in case, and when he found none, he poured himself a glass and took a sip.
Jungkook sat on the armchair across from Taehyung and poured his own glass of wine. He allowed his back to rest against the back of the chair and crossed his right leg over his left with his free left hand rested in his lap.
“So.” Jungkook paused by sipping his glass of red wine. “What do you think? Am I hospitable enough to be an angel?” He smirked.
And that’s when Taehyung realized what had been bothering him about Jungkook.
Most angels moved smoothly, with purpose. During the observation period of corruption, when Taehyung had been watching from the office, Jungkook hadn’t moved like that. His movements had been hesitant, and quite honestly, choppy. Angels also tended to have a lighter skin tone, and lighter eyes, and lighter hair… everything about an angel was always light. Angelic. But, Jungkook. . .
Jungkook’s skin was tan, a sort of toasted marshmallow color, that beautiful golden-brown with a faint hint of lighter tones where the white lightbulbs in the room casted reversed shadows. His eyes were brown. It was that dark-yet-soft sort of brown, where it looked nearly black to Taehyung, yet made him feel strangely welcome. While most angels seemed as though they’d physically break at the slightest gust of wind despite their mental power, Jungkook seemed to be a double threat, in that Taehyung could see his biceps and abs through his suit.
“You must have missed my question when you were staring at me, Taehyung,” Jungkook hummed out, his tone dark. “I’ll repeat myself. Am I hospitable enough to be an angel?”
Taehyung, feeling strangely intimidated in a way he couldn’t possibly describe, gulped down a lump in his throat. “Yes. You’re very hospitable, Jungkook,” he replied, eyebrows furrowing as he sipped his wine again. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve always felt in control during these situations. But I feel like… like Jungkook is in control, Taehyung thought. After a few moments, he added, “And I wasn’t staring.”
“Sure you weren’t,” said Jungkook nonchalantly, and sipped his wine again. “You know, just because I’m not a demon doesn’t mean I can’t be as observant as you.”
Taehyung sighed and set his half-empty glass of wine on the table. “I never said you weren’t observant.” He crossed his arms and leaned casually against the back of the couch, despite feeling weirdly vulnerable in that position. “I just said I wasn’t staring.”
Jungkook paused a moment. “Huh. We’re breaking all the stereotypes, aren’t we?” His smirk returned, yet again causing something in Taehyung to stir in an indescribable way. “I’m observant, and you, Kim Taehyung…” His face twisted in a sort of amused yet accusing way. “You are a horrible liar.”
No, I’m not… I’m an amazing liar. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have been able to corrupt all 99 angels I have… Hm. Jungkook is the hundredth angel. I have to corrupt him. I’ll be setting a record.
“I’m a perfect liar,” Taehyung said smoothly, at last regaining some of his original composure, though not all of it. At that point, entirely collecting himself seemed impossible, and he wasn’t sure why.
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