Taekook One Shots

26. Part 2

They stay on the ground for a few minutes, clinging to each other as they cry together.

When Taehyung lifts his head to meet Jeongguk's eyes, he barely acknowledges the fact that he's stroking Jeongguk's enormous wings. He simply focuses on the face of the man in front of him. He feels doubt seep into his head. All of this so unreal. How is this even possible?

Taehyung pats himself once more and even pinches the skin on his arm for good measure, and when Jeongguk's form remains unmoving and solid as the stinging pain from the pinch crawls through his nerves, another wave of shock washes through him and he finds himself running his hands over Jeongguk's face, arms and chest to confirm he really is there. This causes a chuckle to bubble up in the other's throat at this.

"I'm here, Tae. I'm real. I promise you're not going crazy,"

His voice sends a jolt up his spine. This is an unfamiliar feeling to him. He actually feels...euphoric. Taehyung has never felt this happy before. Something about Jeongguk just makes everything whole again.

He has seen the man countless times in his dreams. But nothing could have prepared him for the ethereal specimen he truly is. As he studies the man of his dreams, it is then that he notices the large wings that are extended from his back.

He gasps as his eyes trail up the length of them. You'd think he would've noticed something this big, however, he was so out of sorts that he mentally blocked them out until now. Another obvious trait about these wings is that they're not the same as they usually are in his dream. These wings are pitch black. The darkness of them seems to cut through the light. They almost create a cloak of deep darkness over the ground below them. The limbs look almost as if they're trying to snuff out the light surrounding them.

Meanwhile, Jeongguk quietly observes Taehyung. The wild storm in his brain calming now that he has his other half with him. He almost didn't make it. The thought of him reaching Taehyung a second too late has a shiver of fear running down his spine.
If he really was a moment too late he would've had to watch Taehyung's body make impact with the ground. He would have had to bathe in the despair and watch as his lover meets another messy, painful end that he couldn't rescue him from.

Jeongguk doesn't even realize he's crying again until he feels Taehyung's delicate, trembling fingers wipe away his tears.

He places his hand over Tae's, relishing in the feeling of his touch. It has been centuries since he's felt his lover's skin against his. That is, his warm skin. Every other time he's held Taehyung it was to carry his corpse and ensure he had a proper burial. Those times the male's skin was cold and lifeless, tinged with a blueish hue and always covered in blood.

"How? How is all of this possible?" Taehyung's voice shakes from the emotions flowing through him.

"You already know who I am to you," Jeongguk states. He knows all too well that Taehyung is well aware of their past together.

"Y-yes but that doesn't-"

"Let me explain it. It's a long story but soon you'll understand everything,"

Taehyung shifts slightly in Jeongguk's arms before settling, anticipation rolling through his gut.

"Three hundred and forty three years ago, you and I were angels in our past lives. Well, in your past life. I haven't died since then. I know the dream showed you everything that happened the day of our punishment and why,-"

"But how do you know that?"

"I'm getting to that. You and I met and fell in love soon after. We had been sneaking around for years until one of the arch angels caught us together at your home. The very same night we were thrown in prison and punished the next day. Angels are praised and seen as righteous and pure creatures. They can do no wrong in the eyes of humans but little do they know how cunning and cruel angels can be." Jeongguk scowls bitterly.