Kim Taehyung One Shots

3: Fallen Angel

A/N: I'll throw in a little bit of vkook just to keep things interesting...

Update: sorry I was reading over this and found so many errors it was just bothering me

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There are rules in this world that us angels are required to follow. They are strict guidelines lines on how to be the perfect being. Any slip ups are do not go unpunished.

Our rules consist of not only the Ten Commandments, but a few special stipulations that were required if you were born an angel.

Our number one rule: don't let your assigned soul die unless it is by natural causes. We are the guardian angels of these souls. It is our duty to protect them even at the cost of our own lives.

Our punishments aren't just a simple slap on the wrist and a stern talking to. No. If any rule is broken, even the smallest rule you could dream of, you are stripped of your wings and cast down to Earth. There were no second chances. We must be perfect at all times.

I messed up. I had slipped up and my soul died on my watch. It was all my fault.

Immediately I was brought before our council who unanimously approved the removal of my wings and sentenced me to live out the rest of my days as a severely damaged man amongst the souls on the ground below us. I was allowed to keep my memory of my days as an angel, but I was forbidden to ever speak of it with anyone. My friends would never hear from me again once I had been convicted.

The removal process was the most painful. The council has no mercy on those who lose the life of their assigned soul. I was strapped down as an arc angel used his blade to cut my wings from my back. My beautiful, black wings were stolen from me.

Soon after I was cast out of the sky. I woke up in a small house hidden away in the countryside of a country I never bothered to learn the name of. I didn't think I would ever need to know anything about life on Earth other than what concerned the life I was responsible for.

The council was kind enough not to leave you out in the cold to die. They would just hide you from the public until you had gathered the strength to live amongst them.

I was in excruciating pain. I couldn't lift myself off the ground because my shoulder blades were now partially exposed due to the giant gashes in my back. I never understood the pain humans experienced until this moment. It was agonizing. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping down over my sides.

I had heard stories of angels leaving the heavens after realizing the sadistic truth behind our sick punishment. They escaped with their wings still in tact and never came back. No one knew what had happened to them, just that they had gone. Some say that they joined the humans, but hid their true identities.

I laid on the floor and screamed in pain for three days. Unlike human wounds, when an angel's wings are removed we can't bleed to death. Our bodies won't allow it. Instead, the pain slowly subsides and we live deformed or if you're lucky, just two giant scars. It can take years to heal completely, but only a few days for it to become numb enough to move again.

When I finally could manage to clean and feed myself, I did my best to cover the wounds. I continued to bleed through bandages despite my efforts.

I spent days praying to my friends, hoping they would hear me and understand where I was. I tried to warn them to avoid a slip up if they could. This was torture.

I mostly prayed to Jungkook. He was my best friend. We never left each other's side if we could. I cried for him night after night. I had never felt more alone.