You & I ⚣ TK

Chapter 18: Black wings

Warning: This chapter also contains the same graphic actions as in previous chapter, but by near the end of the chapter, you'll see a big space, and that's when it gets slowed down and you'll be able to read safely again .xx

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Taehyung was just as surprised as the guard. He even had dropped his whip down, gazing at the angel with black wings in front of him. "Oh my..." He teared his eyes away from him and ran out of the room whilst yelling for some other angel guards.

"Tae - Taehyung?" he heard Jimin call for him. "What happened? Are you okay? Is it over already?" Of course Jimin didn't mean it to sound short, but the torture lasted at least for hours, and the guard hadn't been with Taehyung for even just one.

Taehyung let out a big grunt before he could answer. "I'll manage," he pressed out, "I... He stopped and ran out, because..." His heavy breathing interrupted him. His body was still sore, and his enormous wings was much heavier than expected, and he almost titled the chair and he'd fall on them.

"What?" Jimin called out. "Because of what?"

"My wings," Taehyung tried to make the other hear, but his voice was so weak.

"Wings?" Jimin asked, "how is that possible? Even I can't get out my wings. How did you do that?"

Taehyung didn't reply. He had literally no idea how he managed. But the biggest question to him was as to why his wings were black. It made absolutely no sense. His wings shouldn't be black. The only angel ever reported to have had black wings were the one and only satan, Lucifer. Taehyung was no devil. He would never want to betray, nor hurt anyone. So that left with only one speculation: was he an fallen angel? But neither did that make sense either. A fallen angel was a angel who rebelled, whom were casted from heaven. How could that be the reason? His gaze suddenly rose up, as he realised he wasn't alone anymore.

"Seokjin sunbaenim," he breathed out as he met eyes with his angel superior.

"Taehyung," he breathed out. If the younger angel didn't know any better, he seemed to had been crying. "You have to get out of here."

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Does it look like I'm getting anywhere?" he snapped at the elder, "I'm chained up in here for days, maybe even weeks, I don't know! I'm not getting out of where until I'm allowed, but who am I kidding? I'll be here for an eternity. Maybe I'll get worse punishment for my devil wings." He couldn't control it, but his tears rolled down his cheeks like a waterfall. Just the thought of more and worse torture was beyond his imagination. How could it possibly get worse?

"They're not devil wings," Seokjin said calmly, "it's the wings of an fallen angel. An angel whom has been cast out of heaven."

Taehyung's tears didn't stop, and he didn't even hold back his whining voice. "So now I'm officially the rebel angel who'll be here forever?" he cried.

Seokjin shook his head. "No one else has these wings except from you Taehyungie," he said softly, "it's because I gave them to you."

Taehyung didn't look away from the other's eyes. He was beyond confused. "What - what do you mean you gave them to me?"

Seokjin took a deep breath before he replied. "I'll cast you out of heaven, and when an angel has fallen and are either in hell or down on Earth, we angels up in heaven won't be able to find you. Do you understand what I'm getting at?"

Taehyung's mouth had dropped open. Was Seokjin really helping him? Was he freeing him? "Am I...free?" he asked carefully, "from here?"

Seokjin nodded, and then slowly approached him to unchain him, and the second he was free, the younger moved at the speed of light, pushing his superior up against the wall with the strength he had with the help of his new wings. "You put me here," he growled at him, "you put me here, and Jimin, and Father knows how many other angels who broke one fucking rule. You deserve to die." Taehyung was about to break his neck, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do so, or at least not yet as he still had one unanswered question. "Why?"

Seokjin stared at him, and the younger could tell he was holding back.

"Tell me why!" he yelled furiously.

"Because if I don't do my job, I'll be sent back," Seokjin whispered so weakly Taehyung barely heard it.

"Back?" he asked confused. "What do you mean back?"

"The first person to be sent here for the torture was me, Taehyung, because I loved my human so dearly I couldn't stay away from him. I rebelled so many times I couldn't keep count of. I rebelled again, and again, and again. I loved my human so much I never managed to let go, and my superiors had had enough of my actions, and sent me down to this secret dungeon to torture me.

"I was left here for so many years I still don't know how many, and I was given a chance after so long to redo my actions. The thought of it happening to someone else because of one silly mistake teared me apart, and I kept telling younger angels to never do such things, but they never listen. So many angels ends up here, but when I saw you being locked up, being tortured the same way I did, I couldn't stand it. I had to free you, Taehyungie."

Taehyung had never thought such things could happen to Seokjin. He never realised how long he had lived, and never questioned him for anything he ever did. He was like an elder brother to him, and he must've seen him as a close family member for doing such things for him.

"Hyung," Taehyung cried. "...hyung..." He let go of him, as he broke down in a cry, kneeling down. He couldn't even manage to stand on his own legs, both from pain and being an emotional mess. "Hyung, we have to get Jimin out too," he finally managed to say. "Please help me get him out."

"I will," he agreed, "I'll do it the same way I did for you, but it can't be right now. More guards are on their way, and if two escapes, they'll know it was me, and I won't be able to save any other locked up angels."

Taehyung felt terrible for ever doubting Seokjin. He wasn't a guard. He wasn't a strict elder brother. He wasn't a hateful angel; he was the softest and most kind-hearted angel Taehyung could ever think of.

"Thank you, hyung," he cried, forcing out a smile, "I'll wait for Jimin down on Earth."

Seokjin nodded as he helped the younger up on his feet, then dragging him out of the room and over to the hallway which seemed to have a big glowing hole in the wall. "The fall is going to hurt," the elder informed him, "and I'm not talking about hitting the ground."

Taehyung swallowed hard as he was about to ask him what he meant exactly, but before he had the chance, he was pushed into the hole, and he was falling, and falling.

Taehyung opened up his eyes; his body was aching so much he just wanted to close his eyes and never wake up again. But it was then he realised - he was laying on his back, perfectly. His wings were gone.

The fallen angel quickly sat up, trying to ignore the piercing pain he felt from doing so, and when he glanced over his shoulder, his big black wings were gone. But when he reached for his back with his hands, there was an incredible pain he had never felt before. It wasn't like being shot at, being whipped, hanging above the ground, being cut in the eyes, tongue, toes and fingers - no, no pain like that. This, this was much worse. It was like your soul was literally burning in hell.

His wings weren't just gone: they were ripped off.

Taehyung tried forcing himself to stand up, but doing so was the hardest hardship he had ever crossed. He had never felt so weak before.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" said a familiar voice from behind him. "Mate, you are in terrible shape. I'll call the ambulance, yeah?" Taehyung didn't have the strength to argue, but at this moment, the hospital didn't seem like a bad idea.