Strike A Match ✓

FIVE

The husky voice caused goosebumps to spread all over Taehyung's body. He hastily glances away, feeling as if every part of himself is on fire.

The devil raspily chuckles out and the angel visibly shivers, electric pulses coursing throughout every vessel in his body.

"Very well then. I suppose your heroism should be rewarded, no?"

Being in absolute bewilderment of the mere consideration that he may actually return back home not empty-handed, he doesn't even realise he is following the other to someplace else until stomach churning screams snap him out of his daydreams.

He tries to block them out, knowing the humans in here are deserving of it. They are there because they were murders, rapists, abusers or any other worst possible case of human being and now have to spend their afterlife paying for the pain they've put others through.

Taehyung could only watch as the devil takes dangerous strides towards a group of humans surrounded by their assigned demons. He swiftly collects two of them and turns back around to face the white haired boy.

"Mister Whitlock and Miss Elrod, aren't you in luck? You should be thanking your saviour on your knees for putting an end to your, as he claims, undeserving misery." The dark haired clacks his tongue, giving them a solid push.

The humans are too weak to keep their balance, falling to their knees in front of Taehyung.

"Here you go, there's your order. Two pieces of misplaced human beings." Jeongguk taunts, pressuring the tenth word. 

The angel ever so gently helps both people up to their feet, glancing back up into the devil's eyes with an uncertain look on his features.

"Go on now, that's what you wanted, am I wrong? Or is there something else you need?" He quirks up a brow, cocking his head to the side.

"N─no! This is all.." Taehyung hastily stammers, holding the two humans by their arms to stabilise them as he turns around and takes steps back towards where he came from.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" That same sultry voice pipes.

The angel halts, mentioning for the people he rescued to attempt to walk ahead before he turns back around.

He nibbles on his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing as he thinks about it. In the end, he shakes his head.

The other male sighs, arms crossed in front of his chest as he steps closer into the angel's rather personal circle.

"I believe you should be thanking me, no? I clearly warned you two yesterday, yet you dare to enter my home again demanding on taking our victims with the accusation that my father made a mistake. Even so, I allow you to retrieve them when in fact what I should be doing is clear my father's name." He tuts, stuffing his hands into his pockets with an arrogant look on his face.

Their eyes meet and after a thick two second silence Taehyung nods with a racing heart.

"Thank you."

He watches as the man's smirk widens and with that he follows after the two humans, intending on leaving the other behind.

"You dropped something, little angel."

Yet again the devil speaks up, refraining him from leaving.

Once again he turns on his heels, with wide eyes and a small gasp glancing as one of his pearly white feathers gets twirled around between Jeongguk's fingertips.

He takes a few steps closer, his own hand slightly reaching out, clearly indicating he wants it back. Only by watching the devil's fingers play around with a part of himself makes his stomach feel fuzzy in a way he doesn't understand.

As if a part so pure becomes impure at the mere touch of his hands. So, so wrong, yet as he watches his own feather dance and sway because of the other's movements, it feels bewitching, dangerously enticing and strangely seductive.

"C─can I have it back?" Taehyung whispers, orbs averting back up.

Their gazes lock and he watches as the male shakes his head.

"No, I'm going to keep this," He grins, grabbing his giant right wing and sticking that singular, bright white feather between his own jet black with red ones.

The crimson colour on Taehyung's cheeks is back, now more prominent than ever before.

The angel watches as if he's spellbound, helpless, as the man pull one of his own feathers from the same wing, twirls it around before he hands it over saying,

"Here, because I know for a fact you lost the previous one."

He is at complete loss of words whilst he ever so gently reaches out to grab the feather, not knowing what else to do.

Their fingers make the slightest contact─ brush against each other softer than calm waves brushing upshore, but that mere touch sent shocks throughout every fibre of Taehyung's being. He gasps almost inaudibly, retracting his hand as if it got burned.

"I─I'm gonna go now.." He quickly whispers, cheeks flaring and heart throbbing.

For the last time that day he turns back around, sprinting towards where he came from with a newfound vigor.