Wings

Reflection

The next day when Taehyung wakes up, previous events come flooding back to him. No wonder the man's identity that he'd stolen seemed so familiar at the time. They shared the same name. Or at least used to, before Taehyung's life took a turn for the worst. Loosing Hosoek once and remembering everything he felt back then makes his head ache. He'd been condemned to hell and even forced to live the life of a demon all because of who he chose to love. He rolls over to see an empty bed. No surprise, Hoseok has work today and Taehyung doesn't. He's got the day off, yay. He growls, running a hand through his blonde hair with a frown. His head feels like a jumbled mess and for some odd reason there's a dull ache in his chest, along with a heartbeat. Something he doesn't remember having in his life as a demon. It's not fair, none of it is. He growls and weakly punches the empty pillow beside him. But he knows it won't change his fate.

Finally pulling himself out of bed, he takes a stroll around Hoseok's apartment, snooping around much like he did the first time except now some minor things have changed. The towel rack now holds two fresh towels rather than one, along with a newly bought toothbrush and even a few garments of clothing all belonging to Taehyung. He can't help but feel as though the dancer has welcomed him into his home to stay, given the warmth of the apartment now. Taehyung pauses at one of the windows, eyes locked onto nothing in the distance and he knows- this is what their lives should have been. Living together, in love, how differently it could have all turned out if they had run away from the village like Taehyung had begged so many times. They could've lived quietly on their own, they would've been happy right? He closes his eyes, sighing heavily. It doesn't matter now. What's done is done. He still has a job to carry out, and if he gets attached this time, the punishment will be far worse than five hundred years in solitude. Suddenly his thoughts shift gears, going back to the incident all those years ago that led to his imprisonment.

His target had been nothing short of unique. A beautifully artistic soul with a breathtaking outlook on life and what it all meant. He'd been a poet, artist, and philosopher. Truly someone who could have shaped the world had Taehyung not broken him. His name was Kim Namjoon. A smiling, adorably goofy, tall man with dark silver hair who saw the world for what it truly was at the time. He'd written many songs, poems and books about the meaning of youth and life. But he never got a chance to publish them. Because at the glowing age of twenty three, he'd met Taehyung. They'd become friends, and over time, lovers, but Taehyung had gradually slipped in bits of poison and venom into the young man's life to the point where he grew depressed. Taehyung had convinced him that all of his friends were just using him, and that his works weren't all that special when in reality Taehyung thought they were phenomenal. But his job wasn't to get attached, it was to break Namjoon down, take everything he loved and consume his soul. Jin knew that Taehyung was a demon, and vice versa, but they didn't tell Namjoon, both choosing to try and claim the man from the shadows of their side. Jin posing as a friend while Taehyung took it a step further and began dating Namjoon.

It had been an early, cool spring day, when he won his prize. The last little rock that toppled Namjoons desire to live was Taehyung coming home to him, packing his things and leaving with a cold and emotionless farewell "I can't be with you. Your head is always in the clouds. You'll never be anything, I need someone with a real job, goodbye." Taehyung had slipped around the building to sit outside Namjoon's homes window to see the young, broken spirited man holding a pencil sketch he'd drawn of Jin. Taehyung knew that he was in love with him all along, but that didn't stop his efforts. Unfortunately, Jin hadn't been to visit in a while which only helped Taehyung. Namjoon placed a kiss to the piece of paper, opened the drawer of what was once his work desk where he'd spend hours writing and painting, pulled out a gun, pressed it to his temple and sighed. Taehyung can still remember the mortals last words of "I'm sorry I was never good enough." Before pulling the trigger and painting the wall adjacent of the gun crimson in a final brushstroke. Taehyung then quickly let himself into their once shared home and claimed Namjoon's soul. Jin had arrived back to the mortal world the very next day in a surprise visit only to find Namjoon's body cold and stiff on the floor, with no sign of the demon. Jin had searched the entire mortal realm for the demon, to no avail. Taehyung had retreated back to the underworld only to be sentenced to five hundred years in solitary imprisonment for his sloppy job and growing too attached to his target.

Taehyung hasn't thought about Namjoon in depth for a long time. He didn't love the human, or even like him as a lover, but he still admired the way he saw the world. Always looking at the tiniest of details with a glimmer in his eye, terrible dancing, innocent yet wise, Taehyung still hasn't come across another like him. Hoseok is excellent, but different, like comparing apples to oranges. He sighs again, running a hand through his hair and tugging harshly at the roots. He hates this, the entire thing. He wishes he'd never remembered his life before being a demon, because now he's afraid he won't be able to end Hoseok. He knows that his powers are growing weaker every day, and he guesses it's because his resolve is crumbling. He's growing weak, heart beating once again, mind a jumbled mess, and for the first time since he can't remember, he's afraid. Terrified even, of what it may come to, what may very well happen, and worried for Hoseok's safety. Jin has always been his enemy, but he's never had a reason to fear the angel until now. With his powers deluded, he's afraid he won't be able to stop Jin from killing him, or worse, killing Hoseok. He still doesn't know how the angel found him, but he intends on finding out.

He huffs and begins pacing around the apartment, noticing a locked drawer on Hoseok's work desk that he hadn't seen before. He kneels down, places his finger of the key hole and shuts his eyes. Mere seconds pass before the drawer clicks open. He quickly stands up and opens the drawer to see a photo album and journal. He's struck gold now.

He sits down at the desk, setting them both atop it and opening the photo album first to see picture after picture of Hoseok, Yoongi and...it can't be.... Taehyung's eyes widen, mouth dropping open as he stares in shock at the third teenager.

Namjoon.

Miles away, Jimin walks into a small diner to order a take out meal for himself and his lover. The cashier smiles, the sight blinding and the silver haired angel's eyes catch the name on the guys shirt. Hoseok. It's the mortal that Jin had mentioned right before he left heaven. His eyes widen ever so slightly in shock and worry. What if Jin is nearby? What if Jin knows that he's seeing a demon?? He quickly plays it off, smiling "oh hi." Hoseok grins, asking "I'm guessing you're here to place a to go order, since you didn't sit at a table. What would you like sir?" Jimin shrugs "I'll have the number three breakfast platter, and a number six for my friend." Hoseok writes it down, politely smiling all the while asking "is that all for you?" Jimin nods, forcing a small smile then sitting at the counter to wait while Hoseok runs the ticket to the back. It's a shame, Hoseok seems like such a sweet guy. A sweet guy caught between a personal vendetta that's been raging on for centuries. Poor mortal. Jimin frowns, Hoseok will likely die by Jin's hand rather than V's. The angel is more dangerous than a demon when it comes to the subject of Namjoon.

Several minutes quickly pass by as Jimin's thoughts have drifted to all of his fears and worries about his situation. He doesn't realize he's frowning until Hoseok clears his throat "are you okay?" Jimin quickly snaps out of his paranoid daze, nodding hurriedly "y-yeah! I'm fine. I was just thinking, is my order ready so soon?" Hoseok nods, handing him the bag of takeout while Jimin shoves several twenties into the man's hand and mumbling "keep the change." Before rushing for the door.

Once he's outside Jimin dials Jungkooks cell phone number and pales when it goes to voicemail.

Luckily when Jimin arrives at their dumpy apartment, and unlocks the front door he sees Jungkook asleep on the couch. Jimin sighs in relief, sitting the bag of food on the counter and walking over to lay on top of the demon, hugging him tightly like a koala. Jungkooks stirs from his nap, raising his eyebrows "Jimin? What's wrong?" The angel nuzzles into his neck and sniffles "you didn't anser your phone. I was worried." Jungkook sighs, rubbing the smaller's back "I was asleep, you shouldn't worry yourself so much..." Jimin shakes his head, mumbling "I saw Hoseok. The mortal that Jin is watching, he's V's current target. I was worried Jin saw me and found you.." Jungkook gently grasps the angels chin and tilts his head up to peck his plush lips softly "ssshhhh. It's okay, I'm perfectly fine. Nothing's going to happen to us. You worry too much.." Jimin sighs through his nose, leaning into the touch "I know.. I'm sorry. I'll try not to worry so much.." Jungkook smiles lightly, pecking the angel's lips again "I love you Jimin." The angel blushes softly, it's rare that Jungkook is this open with his feelings, so he ceases the opportunity and smiles "love you to Kook." Jungkook sighs in content, hand trailing down the angel's back to cup his ass and smirks "bedroom?" Jimin rolls his eyes, blush dusting his cheeks as he slaps the demons hand away "we were having such a sweet moment..."