Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

49(M)

Warning: This chapter contains explicit content, including foreplay and a handjob.

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"He played the part of an angel so well, you'd never notice the horns."

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Jimin's POV'S

The orphanage park was hauntingly quiet, the night sky stretching out endlessly above me, while a flickering streetlamp illuminated the edge of the garden, casting long shadows over the rusty swings and cracked pavement.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, mixed with the faint, bitter odor of charred flesh, a harsh reminder of the pain still radiating beneath the tightly wrapped bandages on my smoll hands.

Taehyung sat next to me on the old wooden bench, his posture relaxed, almost languid, yet a sharp glint sparkled in his eyes.

He had a way of making everything feel like a secret, as if the world itself were a story only he knew how to narrate. And tonight, I was his sole audience.

He took a soft breath before beginning, his voice smooth and almost melodic.

"In heaven, an angel was born."

I glanced at him, waiting for him to continue, and he smirked at my eagerness.

"But this angel was unlike the others. He possessed a gift so rare and extraordinary that even the gods took notice. He had the power to create life."

The words sent a strange shiver through me, prompting me to shift slightly, the bandages on my hands pulling uncomfortably against my skin.

"But there was one issue," Taehyung continued, his tone lowering slightly. "The angel was male. And in the heavens, such power was never intended for someone like him."

I swallowed, feeling an unspoken weight pressing against my chest.

"As he matured, the angel yearned to use his gift, to breathe life into the world below and grant humanity the miracles they had been denied. But the gods of heaven forbade it, warning that such power would create imbalance and disrupt the natural order."

Taehyung paused, tilting his head slightly, as if he were savoring the anticipation before delivering the inevitable truth.

"But the angel refused to heed their warnings."

The wind rustled through the overgrown grass, the soft creaks of the metal swing chains echoing behind us.

"So he defied them and used his power anyway. For this, he was punished, cast down into the depths of hell for a hundred years."

My fingers instinctively curled, pressing against the rough fabric of my bandages.

"But you see," Taehyung's lips curved into an amused smile, "Hell did not change the angel. If anything, it only strengthened his resolve. Even in the underworld, he pursued his mission, striving to bring life where there was only death. And in so doing, he encountered someone..."

I leaned in slightly, compelled by curiosity. "Who?"

"The prince of Hell." A small, satisfied grin crossed Taehyung's face at my reaction.