Kiss Me On The Lips | yoonmin

Too Sweet

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The harsh wind hit their exposed skin, their speed increasing as they fell down towards Earth.

Yoongi quickly calculated how much time they had and wrapped his legs around Jimin to hold him close before telling him to hold two vertices of the square of cloth.

When Yoongi straightened it out, the clothes bubbled like a small parachute.

"So, this is what you meant."

Yoongi nodded, gripping the cloth really tightly.

Jimin whined in complaint.

"I've gotten so used to using wings, I feel so helpless."

Yoongi chuckled.

"I feel the same, dear."

Jimin's cheeks flushed as his grip tightened on the cloth. Then, he looked down.

"I wonder if anyone can see us."

"Right... we're still in our true forms... I guess no one."

Jimin's halo was still present, and so was Yoongi's horns. Their eyes held their usual hint of golden glow for Jimin and reddish glow for Yoongi. The only difference was their wings were now gone.

A force of wind cut through, making them both lose their grip on the cloth, blowing it away, and immediately starting to speed towards the ground.

Yoongi, in panic of Jimin getting hurt from the impact, wrapped his arms around Jimin and flipped them so his back was facing the ground.

Even if they were plummeting towards the ground, they knew they'd be okay.

They had each other.

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"Hoseok hyung, where are you going?"

"Out for a walk, it's a beautiful weather outside!"

"But, it's night, hyung."

"Does it matter? The weather is still beautiful. He also recovered from getting sick just yesterday so don't do anything too traumatising before I come back, you two."

"Okay."

Hoseok closed the house door behind him, his orange hair slightly blowing in the soft breeze. He held a smile as he walked.

The weather was indeed beautiful.

He walked towards a place with an open area, to get fresher air.

When he was just deciding to get home, he heard a groan of pain near him.

He turned towards the sound. He wasn't afraid. He had no reason to be.

So, he approached it. Behind a bush, he saw two men with black hair clinging to each other, extremely bruised and dusted up. He could see the back of one of them.

He squatted down to get a closer look. It was two arcs facing away from each other, it seemed freshly cut. Wincing in pain, he looked at their heads, not seeing either of their faces.

One had a golden halo afloat on top of his head and the other had horns.

Sighing, Hoseok smiled.

"Guess it's finally my turn to help."