Strike A Match ✓

SIX

Taehyung's chest is full of pride as he arrives back in Heaven with the two humans he retrieved next to him.

However, his moment got to an abrupt stop seeing Namjoon march towards him with a not so pleased look on his face.

He gulps.

"You went back to Hell to retrieve these humans all on your own?! Taehyung, I had clearly told you to wait until I had a plan so we could retrieve them together! You broke rules, dear boy.. I know you have good intentions, but this isn't right!" The highly respected man scolds him, causing his wings to droop and snowy eyes to become glossy.

"I'm sorry, hyung! I couldn't help it, I just had to do the right thing! I'm sorry I went back without your permission, I'll never do it again!" He sadly sniffles.

"Dear Heavens, how the Hell did you even manage to get them back?!" He continues on, clearly pissed.

At that question the disappointed younger stills in his spot, sniffles dying down as freshly imprinted scenes replay right before his eyes. He clears his throat, glad to have stuffed the feather he got in his pocket─ out of sight.

"I met those two demons again.. Yoongi led me back towards the humans. I remembered their faces, so it wasn't difficult to search for them. It was a quick matter of get in and get out, really.." He says, not being able to believe the fact that he is actually lying for the first time ever in his life.

The elder grumbles something under his breath he isn't able to catch up on, but in the end he loudly sighs.

"Well, at least I'm glad you're fine, and the humans are actually here now. So, you sort of did a good job, even though it wasn't your position to do so and the big man up there is probably pissed."

Taehyung shakes his head quickly, "W─what? No, that can't be! I fixed my mistake, I should regain my ranking.." He trails off at last, realising that whilst trying to fix his previous mistake, he made countless of new ones with the right intention in mind.

Oh no.

What has he done?

"I'm really sorry, hyung. I won't ever do it again." His lips form a slight pout, his usually bright halo not that bright for the moment being, indicating his distressed state.

"It's okay, I forgive you, buddy. Let's hope he will too."

Taehyung nods, leaving the humans with his friend as he walks away.

Just like that a few days pass by, nothing interesting happening to keep him on his toes. He continued with his usual duties, performed them almost as good as always─ however his head is still occupied trying to process what actually happened back when he was on his self-called retrieving duty.

He hasn't told anyone and he swears to utmost secrecy, absolutely terrified of being found out as if he committed the most disturbing deeds ever.

And, for some reason, that didn't feel too far off.

It is early in the what seems to be a promising sunny morning, when Taehyung starts stirring in his peaceful slumber.

A few sighs slip past his lips as he keeps tossing and turning, facial expressions contorting and turning undecipherable.

"Shh, little angel, you have to keep quiet if you don't want to stay locked in my grasp forever."

A sultry voice husks in his ear, biting and tugging on the shell as he delivers him another off-puttingly slow, but rough, deep thrust.

"A─Ah, can't.. just a─ah, can't, please!" He moans in a pitched voice, a tear of pleasure running down his cheek as he shuts his eyes tight, relishes in the feeling, and the man giving him these touches.

"You're begging to the wrong guy, not so pure anymore, hm? I heard your prayer and shall grant your wish, don't you worry." The devil himself chuckles in a whisper, leaving a trail of burning kisses down his jaw before a series of erotic groans slip past his lips as he finally picks up the pace and starts pistoning inside of him, his hips slapping against his─

With a loud gasp, Taehyung flies upright. His heart is hammering inside of his chest, every now and then skipping a beat. Sweatbeads roll down his forehead, his entire body feels tingly as if he just experienced an euphoria.

Yet it feels as if there's a heavy lump the size of a painful brick uncomfortably seated in his throat, an invisible hand gripping his jugular and cutting off his supply of oxygen.

Tears jump to his eyes and he shakes his head from the left to the right.

What in the world just happened?

Trying to take a few deep breaths in and come down from whatever deeply confusing high he was experiencing mere seconds ago, he attempts to shake off his thoughts and rushes towards a certain, very familiar hall.

The moment he steps in front of the giant royal board, his orbs start trailing down the hundreds of names, trying to find his own.

And then there it was.

Taehyung gasps softly, eyebrows furrowing and all kinds of new unexperienced feelings surging through him, causing a whirlwind to escalate inside of him.

Instead of gaining his previous rank back, he downgraded two entire more ranks.

"There you are, I was looking everywhere for you!" The voice of one of his best friends, Jimin, reached his ears but he can't find it within him to turn around and greet him.

He is glued to his spot, wings drooped down in sadness and his halo faint on his head.

It doesn't take long before the blonde male picks up on it, a frown embedded on his features. He comes to a stop next to him and puts his hand on his shoulder, eyes fixated on the board to find the reason of his friend's gloom.

A gasp exits his throat,

"Taehyungie, how did this happen?! You have to be careful! What if you lose all your privileges or even worse, lose the right to perform your daily duties?!" Jimin gushes out in worry and confusion.

"I─I don't know.." Taehyung mumbles under his breath, eyes stinging and heart tugging.

Oh, but he does know.

Aware of it he certainly is.