Fallen || Yoonmin/Taekook

Chapter 14

The group of awkward and shocked hunters, angel, and one god suddenly turned into a room full of angels plus the latter. Their was only a couple angels, apparently high superior ones, but they felt very big and scary to the others. Except for Seokjin. seokjin wasn't scared in the least.

The other angels and Seokjin had been talking for quite some time, and the other three in the room were seemingly bored after having come down from the initial shock of the moment. Suddenly, Seokjin turned to them and exclaimed happily what they've been waiting to hear, "Good news guys! The angels and I have talked about many things including the war. You can fight with them! And Jimin..." Seokjin turned to the small angel at Yoongis side, "They have allowed for you to fight as well. Although they are still very sour towards you, I will not let them harm you in any way."

One of the head angels, a tall woman with short blonde hair in a bun and a pinched face turned towards Jimin, "The only reason we're letting you fight this war with us is because he is our creator and highly respected. Just know that you are still banished and far from an angel in my mind." Her eyes were shooting daggers at Jimin and the smaller angel whimpered, causing Yoongi to pull him in for a hug.

Seokjin waved the blonde angel away, "that's quite enough, Diane." Diane huffed and crossed her arms, turning back towards the other important angels. They disappeared soon after, leaving just Seokjin, J-Hope, Yoongi, and Jimin again.

Seokjin smiled kindly at the group, comforting them from their worries. None of them were scared of Seokjin anymore, having gotten use to the fact that there friend is god...he was yet still the same nice, happy person they knew before. He was still Seokjin, "Okay guys....I think you can all head back home now. There won't be anything going on with the angels or anything having to do with the war quite yet. Soon, though. very soon."

The group stood up and bow towards Seokjin,  giving him hugs and there farewells before leaving him in his room.

Seokjin watched the three leave and smiled to himself, taking his champagne and downing. it. He didn't need to drink alcohol...he couldnt possibly get drunk. Yet he did anyway.....maybe it was the taste, or the way it felt going down his throat.... Maybe it was just the high amount of authority and maturity it seemed to give him, despite already being all powerful and stuff.

He stood up, stretching casually and groaning. He walked to his bathroom and closed the door, standing in front of the clean mirror. He stared at himself, no thoughts in his head at the moment.

Suddenly, the loud and unmistakable sound of wings flapping sounded in the room and his eyes widened. He turned around and became face to face with the person, angel actually, that he hoped he would never see again.

"Namjoon.... " Seokjin whispered, his eyes going from wide and shocked to narrowed and angered. He backed up against the sink, holding on to it for support. Namjoon stood before him, a cocky smirk on his face and an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"Hello, Jin." namjoon said calmly in his deep voice, sending shivers down Seokjins spine.

"I never wanted to see you again... " Seokjin said, anger and sadness both portrayed in his eyes, "You were cast away for a reason."

"You mean reasons." Namjoon corrected, stepping closer to Seokjin, making him feel more uneasy, "There was more than one reason."

"And what were those reasons." Seokjin spat.

Namjoon chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly, "I was too outspoken than the other angels...too unique. You guys were scared of that. Well....not you. You were the only one who understood me. Yet, like everyone else in this piss poor world of yours, you had to follow the clan. You had to go along with them and their ideas and kick me out because I was too different for heaven. You're god, and you let them push you around. I'm guessing that's the reason why you left too."

Seokjin clenched his fists, biting back tears. He felt his eyes flash a bright blue color before going back to their original shade of brown.

Namjoon continued, "Secondly, I was thrown into hell because I loved you too much."

Seokjin felt his heartbeat quicken and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. His throat felt dry and he attempted to swallow, probably looking as if he were a choking dog.

Namjoon looked at Seokjin with what seemed to be pity? No.....just sadness. Seokjin felt a slow breath leave him. Namjoon tried to be tough....in fact, he was tough. The toughest of them all. But Seokjin knew the truth, he knew how broken the cast away archangel really was. He knew how hard it must be for Namjoon to be known as the devil... Satan..... The worse possible horror. But he isn't... He wasn't.

"I'm sorry." Seokjin stood up straight, knowing he had to keep a straight face and stay confident, "I'm sorry but it was the right thing to do. I'm...." Seokjin cringed at what he was about to say, "I'm your father."

Namjoon shook his head, his eyes glowing red for a second, "No. I'm only one of the millions of angels you've created. None of us are really your 'father'. It's kind of ridiculous for us to call you that, really. It's not like we have the same blood....in fact....I'm more of a demon than I am angel now too."

Seokjin gulped, not wanting to meet Namjoons eyes but knowing he had to, "But you're an archangel. There's only a few of those. Archangels are the ones I am most closely related too." He clenched and unclenched his hand, "I had to." His voice came out as a croak that time, causing Namjoon to smirk and cock his head to the right.

Namjoon stepped closer, bringing his hands to Seokjins waist. Seokjin stiffened and gasped, feeling Satan's lips brush past his ear, "I missed you.....it's been lonely in hell. You know, I forgive you for tossing me down there." Seokjin shivered, his heartbeat unusually rapid. Namjoon could feel it too.

Namjoon placed his forehead on Seokjins, closing his eyes, "Please don't be scared of me. Don't be scared of all the bad things I've done," he said softly in his deep voice, moving his lips to Seokjins ear lobe and nibbling softly, "Dont be scared knowing of all the people I've killed...." he trailed his lips down to Seokjins neck and softly begun to suck the light skin, forming a hickey. A shameful moan left Jins lips.

Namjoon smirked and continued to leave hickeys on a Seokjins neck, "don't be scared of the fact that we're both angels....both woven from the same cloth." He chuckled and licked Seokjins neck earning a gasp from the latter, "you say you're the father....but I'm really your daddy."

"S..stop..." Seokjin said, his voice breaking.

Namjoon moved his head and placed his lips right next to Seokjins own, "Not so confident anymore." He leaned in and closed the gap, sighing into the angels mouth. Seokjin let out a whine and furrowed his brow, feeling Namjoons warm lips move against his own as he found himself kissing back. He pulled away suddenly, realizing what he was doing. He stared into Namjoons shocked face, slightly panting.

"Go." Seokjin said, his voice feeble and tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"I'll see you when all hell breaks loose, then. Until next time, Jin." Namjoon stepped back and gave Seokjin one more unreadable look before disappearing into thin air, the flap of wings following his movements.

Seokjin stared at the spot where Namjoon was before feeling his face screw up and his body slide down to the cold tile bathroom floor. He sobbed into his hands and felt his body convulse as the emotions flooded around him.

Why.