Varying Perspectives [G/T Oneshots]

31 - WINGS

"I'm surprised, your makeshift band hasn't crashed and burned." 

The sea breeze was salty and stung Jin's eyes, rifling through the rosy strands of his hair as the older Korean tried to ignore his tormentor, who had appeared not too far behind him. There was no 'hello' with Kim Taehyung, he just showed up and began talking. And for some reason, Jin never said it either.

"We won't let that happen. We are working hard to find our seventh member, and soon we will be stars in Korea and worldwide."

"Hmm, and how are they? Your new bandmates. Still as mortal as ever, Namjoon still on that green drink, Hoseok still trying to be happy, you still trying to keep them all together as a family." Every word that came from his mouth was dripping with sarcasm and smugness, as per usual. 

"You don't know anything about us. And I know what you're going to ask. Still, I say no." 

"Really? Don't you want to be happy? Don't you want your brothers to be happy? But all you do is deny and deny until your hopeless dream shrivels and dies in the heart of six Sinners." 

There was a pause as Jin looked out to the restless ocean and grey sky, almost reflecting the frothing turmoil within his heart. He had resisted, like a rock during a sandstorm, he had turned away the man so many times without ever questioning what he could do or how he would offer his 'gracious help'. But a stubborn sand crystal had wedged itself beneath his defences, and as the storm continued he wouldn't remain stable for long. 

"Having second thoughts Seokjin?" Taehyung smoothed his blonde locks and adjusted his suit, running his thumb over the white patterns amid the black threads and admiring it with a smile. He knew he was whittling down the human; slowly, and surely. 

The boulder was thrown into the wind. The older Korean whipped around to face cerulean blue eyes that seemed to stare straight into his soul. Little did he know that was exactly what was happening; as blonde straight hair fluttered like sheaves of perfect wheat, Taehyung read Seokjin's soul, knowing he was winning. 

No matter if he was pushed away, no one could resist his Grace for long. It was the curse of the angels, it was said even Seraphim couldn't mingle with humans without mortals getting instantly attracted and possessive of them. Any lesser angels were punished for doing so.

Taehyung had a bit of a devilish streak.

"You're just a boy, Taehyung-ah. You don't know what I've gone through, you can't help me." 

A deep chuckle escaped the throat of the other, and as his blonde hair fell into his ever deep eyes he spread his arms wide. Two wings unfolded, seemingly from nowhere, the feathers black as ink stretching out and fluttering in the rough sea breeze. 

They weren't like normal bird's wings. 

They shone in a strange fashion, each tattered feather catching light that wasn't there and turning it into a shine that spread past the two appendages and covered the Korean in a halo of white. The lustre was comparable to an oil spill on ocean waves, a rainbow of unfamiliar colours that changed every time Jin moved in the slightest. He was entirely captivated, something about the almost heavenly glow not allowing his eyes to leave. 

And something about the fact Taehyung was now around 20 feet tall not allowing his legs to get him out of there. Jin was scared stiff as the giant began to circle him, occasionally nudging him with the toe of his fancy shoes, frowning from on high. Every footstep made the earth shudder, his massive form blocked the meagre rays of the sun from shining onto Jin's face, which was frozen in an expression of true awe.