Beauty and the Beast | TaeJin

Adjusting to the New

Seokjin laid down the king-sized bed, he hasn't moved a muscle since he arrived. The angels have tried to check up on him, but they only get grunts as a response. The angels didn't give up on the prince, they left necessities like food and clothing next to the door. It would take a while but Seokjin eventually would take out his hand out, quickly getting everything before he locks himself in again.

"We have to do something right? Seokjin-hyung hasn't been out of his room since. He's miserable." Jimin beckons towards the door.

Yoongi slowly dragged his hand down his face and nodded, "I hear him every night cry himself to sleep. It's horrible." He eyed every angel, "Any plans?"

"We could convinve Taehyung to interact with Jin." Namjoon suggested. "He's the best bet and the reason why Hyung is suffering in this damned palace."

Hoseok lowered his eye to the ground, "And if he doesn't agree?"

"We will make him, even if he is cruel at times, he's still our Taehyung deep inside. He still cares for each and everyone of us. Ever since his fate has been delivered to him, Tae thinks he has to act the part. The monster. The Beast within." Jimin took a deep breathe before continuing, "We not only have to help Jin-hung but also our fallen angel. There might be a chance for them to get closer, despite their differences. I know they're made for each other, don't you agree?"

Hoseok was in deep thought, "Jimin-ah might be right..." He scratched his cheek lightly, "We could get out of this prison and live better lives. And Taehyung could get his Pure fate and be happy. It's for the best."

"How will we get them near each other?" Yoongi questions. "They loathe each other at the moment, especially the prince."

"Shall we find out?" Namjoon raises an eyebrow.

"Operation Beauty and the Beast?" Jimin shows a hint of a smile.

The grey haired angel rolls his eyes, "What a stupid name.. but sure." He shrugged, "Mission start."

Taehyung glanced at the setting sun through the dirty cracked window. Even through the dust you could see the the shades of yellow and oranges blended in the clouds. He wonders what the angels in the heavens are doing right now. If they forgot all about him and his friends or just laughung down at them.

He knew that either way, he still hates them. It's their fault that he's in this situation and might rot in hell for eternity.

He stretches his wings towards out and semi-wraps them around himself. The fallen angel sees that a couple of feathers have swayed down to the ground, each day, he's losing more and his wings are growing weaker and thinner.

Taehyung sighed and grasped a bunch of hair and pulled it harshly, frustrated about every single thing. Even that pink hair prince. Such a prize but yet so fragile too.

A knock appears behind him, he looks at his side and sees it's Jimin.