The Run-In

Savior

"Who the heck is Namjoon?"

"Shh, shh!" Hushes Jimin, looking around worriedly. "Others might be listening."

I curl my toes in fear. Someone might be watching us right now?

"Which is exactly why we need to get to Namjoon." he continues. "He lives on a secluded realm and is also a Cherubim, so he can also help us with our plan."

"What's a Cherubim?" I ask, darting my eyes around the terrace. The idea of being observed sends unease through my body.

"It's basically a sentry that guards the gates to Heaven." he explains. "Let's just say that knowing a Cherubim is... an advantage."

He gazes out at the gorgeous view splayed before us, his eyes hardened and his stoic expression plastered across his face once more.

"So, how do we get there?" I ask, searching his stony features for answers. I can practically see the wheels spinning in his brain. The possibility his banishment is too severe of a punishment for him to disregard, no matter how much he wants to seem strong and unaffected.

"You know, we really don't have to do this..."

His heads whips around to face me, those blank eyes roiling with a fiery glare.

"We've gone over this, Serris. I'm not abandoning you. I never will."

"But we haven't known each other for very long. In fact, I don't even think I know you anymore." I grip the marble balustrade with my blanched fingers.

"I've battled warrior demons in a war, honey." His voice has dropped into a deep purr, but it is more dark than sexy. "I can handle protecting you, and I do know you well enough to know that that's what I truly wish to do. And if after all if this you decide that you don't feel the same way..." He meets my gaze. "Then at least I  will have done my part in shielding you from Jungkook's malice."

What is this? How did I even manage to get here? A demon is after me just to spite a tortured angel, and that angel and I seem to have feelings for each other... but they seem invalid. How could love arise from this?

I inhale a deep breath, letting the fresh oxygen fill my lungs until they nearly burst. I then exhale, releasing all of the tension constricting my body.

I can deal with this. It's a lot, but I can at least be a trooper and get through this without loosing my sanity. I don't have to be so cynical either.

"So again, how do we get to Namjoon?" I twist phony strength and hope into my words, praying that I can successfully fake it 'til I make it.

"We fly."

Wings the span of eight feet unfurl from his back, flapping and fluttering like a dove. They shimmer like crisp snow in the sunlight.

"Are you suggesting flying me across the realms on your wings?"

He grips my waist in his iron grip and whispers into my ear, "I'm not suggesting it, I'm commanding it."

I yelp as we suddenly lift into the air, the curtains swishing brutally as his wings blow giant gusts of wind across the terrace. I latch onto his arms as he wraps them around my abdomen and shoots off into space.