jimin laid on the ground, panting. he was so close, too close. he couldn't handle it. he was holding back tears, desperately trying to find something, someone, to give him the friction he needed. seokjin laughed, stepping back.
"pathetic. so needy. so whiny," he said. jimin pouting. jungkook leaned forward, grabbing jimin's clothes and throwing them at him.
"put them on. we're leaving."
"w-where are we going?" he asked, standing up and putting his clothes on. jungkook shrugged.
"where ever we want. seokjin, your house? my house? we can introduce him to the other gay incubi."
"t-there's more of you? how many more?"
"well, there's three of us here, and three more back home. you'll have to watch out for taehyung, he's a little... possessive, if he takes a liking to you."
"oh, please, " yoongi said, letting wings rip out of his back. the others did the same. "they're all a bit feral. you'll have to lock him in your room, jungkook."
"b-but what about how i feel about this?" jimin cried, flinching every time one of them looked at him, staring in wonder as their wings shot out of their back. jungkook lurched forward, ignoring him.
"shut up. i'm going to turn invisible because we're flying. i'm going to have to carry you." jimin swallowed, walking forward. he figured; he could use the experiment in a thesis or something. and he was getting sex, so who cares? jungkook scooped him up, shivering as he turned invisible. the others did too, and jimin screamed as he felt the air move from underneath him, his stomach lurching as he was thrown into the sky, help up only by jungkook's arms. he squinted, jungkook clapping a hand over jimin's mouth.
"shut up, will you?" he muttered. though jimin couldn't see him, he felt the wing from jungkook's wings propel into his face.
"am i invisible now, too?" jimin asked, looking up to where jungkook's face would be. jungkook sighed.
"look down."
jimin tentatively looked down and yelled once again. he was, in fact, invisible. he felt extremely uneasy as he saw the town below him, his stomach feeling weaker and weaker as they began to move faster and faster.
finally, after a long and gut-wrenching flight, they touched foot on the ground, in front of a large and old building. a dark brown coloured the wood of the victorian styled house, sitting in the middle of an old riverbank. weeds climbed their way up the house and the second story looked awfully unstable.
"no one knows about this property, really," yoongi said. "the council doesn't bother with safety checks anymore. "
jimin nodded, walking shakily on the ground. he was nervous, so nervous, to meet the other incubi.
