The Gods Of NYC Models Club

8日 Vance

"Granny don't you think beautiful things are amazing!"

"Oh well yes. I suppose your right Jung dear." The fragile old woman stood up from her beloved garden to look over her only grandchild who stared curiously at the rippling in the lake as he still wanted to hear his grandmother side. Her thin lips curl up at the sight of her own beautiful grandchild. "I used to have a friend that was so beautiful that I couldn't believe that he wasn't an angel. His eyes were vibrant green that stood out like  the first day of spring, and his kindness was too great for this world Jung." The young boy hopped down the fence to be more interested in the man. "But his personality is absolutely chaos. He abolished my garden when we first meet Jung, can you believe best friends meet in such a matter. Oh but I forgave him Yet he quickly apologize so it was fine, he also bought me a bigger garden the second day." The little old lady chuckles at the old yet memorable moment of that beautiful man. Jung was completely awe at the story his grandmother told.

"Granny what was his name?" The jumping young boy called out to his spacious grandmother who shook her head to focus on the boy's question.

"Oh, it's simple to remember. Silva Vance."

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"So you're Tae?"

"Yup. Remember Jung." The smiling older beamed at the clueless younger who still had a bloody neck yet that what the bodyguard's least consider.

Jungkook was completely utter an idiot for not seeing it, the significance green eyes, the little mole on the side of Taehyung's face. Not to mention the face that didn't change by age. He was untouchable from the time. "I'm sorry that I didn't recognized you early. It's just that I thought you moved away and that time would have turned you much old- I MEAN- caught up with you Tae."

Without a blink of an eye, Jungkook felt a cooling forehead touch his crown. Eyes slowing casting high to meet with green ones who warmly cover Jungkook with a blanket of kindness and undoubtedly desperate longingly for him. "You don't know how much I've missed your voice, I couldn't found you but they pressure me so much on me that it was wiped out of my mind," Taehyung's arms wrapping him small frame into an emotional embrace that the younger felt a wave of security and safety that he missed so much. "Jung do you still love me like you use to..."

The bodyguard's breath hitched at statement that his long time friend remembers the silly little kid that blurred it out. Slightly pushing Taehyung off, Jungkook looks at the older."Tae, that was long ago. I'm fully grown right now and that was a little kid's dream. What I'm saying is that I don't want to marry you, I mean I haven't seen you in so long and people change in time." Taehyung's face drippings sorrow as he picks himself up with Gangster not far behind. Jungkook feels guilty at what he did, but he knew it was the right things or that's what he says. But before Taehyung left he swirls his hands that form in wind of bright golden yellow that traveled to Jungkook's wound that clearly and perfectly heals it.

"I won't stop until I make you change your mind Jung."

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Currently the big flashes of cameras and recorders were mobbing around the young men, Jungkook as usually was telling the young fans to back away and give space to the models. Jimin was gladly accepting gifts and flowers from many beautiful girls who fell for him. Hoseok jumped around sharing his bright smile like a warm sun he was, but Seokjin wasn't. It felt like he was white washer in pale white as he walked with Taehyung who also didn't look so good. Eyes traced back to Taehyung's back, as if it was a fairytale, Taehyung caught his eyes, the littlest smile made him blush as he mouthed 'little piggy'.

His side vision saw what happened between the two males, Hoseok needed to tell Seokjin before Taehyung would do anything.

After the day end for busy schedules, Hoseok paces up the stairs, having no patience for the elevator. He knew this was urgent because he also called Jimin in the room as well. Knocking the door before entering, the model heard a Come In. And stepped in.

There laid with a cold expressions  along with a sharp frame stood the two males, each other completely different than the pictured males on the posters. "This better be fucking good you asshole." Jimin said he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, clearly not being gentle to the other. "Calm down Park, you sure have a mouth today don't you?" The smirking older questioned as he lifted his chin only feel a hard slap force his hand away. Jimin didn't want to feel like an underling, "Bitch, you real-"

"Jungkook might be Isabelle's recantation."

"Why do you think that bitch?"

"I didn't notice this but he has her heart, not being stupid cringy but he might be her recantation. He knows Taehyung like it's no one's business and he knew how to get to the forest that no human knows."  Three males stood, helplessly with a idiotic expression as a cold breeze traveled their bodies. Jimin was clearly not happy but he was. Seokjin put up a blank but in his mind he was crying, and finally Hoseok showed only the tinniest small smile.

Isabelle can forth in the human world and  decided not to be swept by angels. Why would she? She was practically an angel or more of God's spiritual beings, she was a being with so many charms that her 'God' took her with her yet she desired to stay with her loved ones rather than 'heaven'. She had tugged the lives of every living creature her eyes encountered. Sliver hair that bounced in the crispy wind, deep yellow eyes that whispered God's love to anyone, a small figure that was so tiny that you couldn't help but protect her. Isabelle a daughter of an 'fallen angel' and the King of Zena. Her hands held the world of humanity, a true symbol of forgiveness and innocence, and like always she touched everyone's hearts.

"Seokjin! I'm Isabelle, I was wondering if you could be my friend."

"I hate people like you."

"Jimin-ah, please give back my dog!"

"Isabelle i won't until you decide to marry me!"

"You know I heard if you hear daisies that fairies will whisper their conversations Hoseok."

"Yah! That's some bull that Miss Hag jus sayin'"

But every beautiful dies in the most painfully slow tragic death.

Isabelle dies. Murder by herself.

"Again." Isabelle's last word.