A Demon's Angel

~13~

Twisting and turning in the bedsheets. She had her eyes closed but all night, she couldn't seem to fall asleep and it was already almost dawn as well. She twisted her head to look at the other body in the bed. He had secluded himself on the very edge of the bed. She noticed how his body rose and fell with steady breaths. Even if he was asleep, she wanted him to know she was still awake.

"Jimin?" she whispered. No response. She sighed and turned on to her other side, clutching a fistful of the blanket to her chest. She gave a quiet sniffle as a few tears dragged along her face and landed on the pillow.

Suddenly the blankets shifted around and she felt a slim arm wrap itself around her stomach. He pressed a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck. She found comfort in the way his warm breath was making contact with her. Her body seemed to mold into his as she trailed her fingers along his arm that was pulling her closer to him.

"What's wrong?" he murmured. His voice wasn't sleepy, so he had been up all night just as she had thought. The answer was obvious, but he knew she had to get it out.

"It's strange, isn't it? How someone can move on faster from your death than you can..." she paused. She needed to collect herself otherwise, she would burst into tears right then and there. That didn't stop the few welled up tears in her eyes to escape. "I always thought I when I grew up and ruled over my own kingdom, I would never need the guidance of my parents. I thought that I could be independent without needing them at all. But I was so wrong. Because there's just this missing part now, and I can't seem to fill it and it hurts-" her chest puffed up and down in heavy breaths.

He dragged his hand against her stomach and on her back, forcing her to lay on her back and turn her head to face him. Her eyes and cheeks glistened with tears.

His eyes softened at the sight of her crying. His hand moved up to rub his thumbs on both cheeks, clearing away the tears.

He didn't understand the concept of parents. Of course, he knew what a parent was. Hoseok had explained that to him years ago. But he never had them before so how could he know how she felt? Did it feel different than the love two people shared? Did it feel better? He didn't know anything. All that he knew was that if he could take this strange, unexplainable pain off of her chest, he would do it within a heartbeat.

"You're unhappy?" He asked for clarification. She laughed lightly and shook her head.

"Not unhappy. Just unfulfilled." His hand rested on her damp cheek, she responded by leaning her face into his touch. "I could never be unhappy with you, Jimin."

The first light of dawn peeked over the land and appeared in the room. Two pairs of red eyes glimmered as they stared at each other.

"I'd better go get ready," she whispered, breaking the silence. She sat up, his arm loosely falling off her stomach and the blanket being tossed off her body, and walked towards the bathroom.

•••••••••••

Hoseok stared off in the distance, unaware that Jungkook was calling his name. Finally it took a tap to the arm to catch his attention.

"Hyung!" Jungkook shouted, keeping his head still. Stella was standing behind him and was still doing his hair.

"Huh?" Hoseok stared over at the youngest demon.

"I said, you've been really quiet since yesterday," Jungkook repeated, this time actually going through Hoseok's mind.

"Give him a break. He's probably just scared about the festival," Stella defended as she stared at the mirror. Jungkook stared at the mirror, then winked at her. She scoffed, responding with a slap to his arm.