Kill Our Way to Heaven (Jikook) ✔

Chapter 36

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 36
"ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ"

Calmness didn't seem to grasp Jungkook on his way home. His mind was still wandering around to impossible scenarios of demons and angels. He knew Jimin was right and that they were unlikely to get attacked so soon again, especially after the big scare the demon's had had at the party. Still, it wasn't impossible. That slightest sliver of possibility was enough to make Jungkook watch every face he passed with insistence and made him continuously look over his shoulder.

It was only to be expected that a feeling of safety washed over him when he closed the familiar doors behind him. He was no longer out in the open. Instead, he was now covered by scriptures and shields, keeping the evil out. He had made it. Even if it was just a small accomplishment, he felt a smile run up his face and let out a breath. Small steps.

As he walked further into his apartment he could hear distant murmurs. With his thoughts still running wild and his footsteps quiet, he hung his coat and took off his shoes. The murmurs got louder, loud enough for him to make out the words.

"Why would you do that?" Namjoon asked, almost desperately. "There must be a reason, isn't there?" he asked. His voice was quiet, barely louder than a whisper. Jungkook for a second wondered whether he had heard it at all. But when he saw the figure of his roommate, his spine curved and hands clasped together, in front of the cross on their wall, his suspicions were confirmed.

"I'm home!" Jungkook said, catching the elder's attention. Namjoon visibly flinched but didn't look up. Instead, he made a cross and ended his prayer.

Jungkook always tried to give him space when he was praying. Namjoon's faith wasn't his to intrude on, just to accept it for what it was and let it stay inexplicitly his. Jungkook grabbed a glass of water and made his way to his bedroom, to let Namjoon continue his prayers.

"Jungkook?" Namjoon suddenly spoke up. Jungkook turned around. "Can I ask you something?" 

The younger tried his best to keep the confusion off his face. Namjoon was standing up now but he still seemed so small. The man was staring at the floor, fumbling with his hands in anxiety. He simply nodded at his friend to continue.

"H-Have you ever talked to one of them?" Namjoon asked, his tone unsure and quiet. It almost made Jungkook question whether he had heard him correctly. 

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asked. Namjoon took a second to answer. It was enough for the younger to realise just how loaded the silence really was.

"Well, you know, them, remember the ones you told me about?" Namjoon specified. He seemed almost afraid to utter those words. "Have you ever talked to them?" the elder added.

Jungkook was taken aback. They hardly ever talked about his abilities. The younger had confided with his best friend when they were still kids, but other than back then the subject never came up. He was just scared and alone and Namjoon always told him stories of the holiest of people on mind-blowing adventures and of angels coming to the rescue in grave battles, who else would he turn to? 

Looking back on it, it was amazing how Namjoon even believed him. Kids would believe anything, especially if you were led to believe it from the beginning of time. Namjoon having grown up in a Christian household, he would obviously believe everything Jungkook was saying. Later when the man became more aware of what he was seeing and his mother turned stricter, Jungkook only hoped that Namjoon would grow out of it, that he would just see it as a nonsense story from their childhood. But they never spoke of it again, so it was all for Jungkook to wonder. Now he had his answers. Namjoon still believed.