Wings | BTS multi-ship

25. Something To Remember.

Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi rushed to him, their hands and arms moving to soothe him, their words all rushed and fused together in his terror.

"Kook, it's fine!" Yoongi spoke anxiously, "It's Taehyung," he rushed to placate him, "see? It's only Taehyung," he said softly, turning to smile at the angel briefly before turning back to his friend's pale, terror stricken face, his huge eyes still trained on this, this thing.

"Kookie," It spoke again and a fresh wave of panic washed over him and he pushed himself against the headboard of the bed, his knees pulling up as he tried to untangle himself from Yoongi's hold.

"Relax," Yoongi started soothingly, "Jungkook, relax," he tried to quiet Jungkook's whimpering, his sweat sheened face was a mask of unbridled fear and his grip on Yoongi's fingers as he tried to disengage himself from him, was nothing short of vice like.

"Jungk-" The angel's altered voice sluiced his veins with ice, his heart sputtered and thundered in fear.

"Wha-what the fuck is that!?"

It was the last thing Taehyung heard as he, Jimin and ShinHye shifted from the room, back into the main restaurant which was now devoid of life, the angels that had stayed behind to remove the bodies of the fallen, had disappeared, leaving the rooms looking like the battlefields they had been. Everything broken and the room bereft.

His eyes were full of sorrow as he looked at ShinHye, her hands reaching for his, holding and gently squeezing them in sympathy.

"He doesn't remember me." He stated flatly, his heart thumped dully, painfully, his eyes reflecting his internal agony.

"It's a side effect of being gone so long. He could get every memory back." She told him, with an encouraging small smile.

"Or he might never regain them at all. He might never remember me." He said, his dark eyes looking soulfully into hers and she sighed, nodding in agreement.

"Maybe," she sighed, "maybe, it's how it was meant to turn out. Angels aren't meant to love humans you know. Only time will tell."

"At least he's alive, Tae." Jimin spoke up. He knew it wasn't what Taehyung wanted to hear, but he also knew it would be enough.

Enough that the boy he loved was back.

He hoped.

He knew the pain his brother went through when he believed the boy he loved had been taken from him. He felt it. He also knew every piece of torment he had endured just to be with him in the first place,  just for it all to have come to nothing. 

For Jungkook  just to be alive, just to be breathing once more may have been enough. 

Once. 

Taehyung had never been selfish, but this time? Maybe he had earned the right to be. Maybe he had earned the right to want to be in love, to selfishly want the boy he loves back in his arms where he wants him. 

Back where he belongs..

After getting Jungkook back to his own apartment and getting him settled, a process that had been anything but easy. Waiting for the angels to clear out what seemed like a never ending line of dead bodies was one thing, seeing Jihoon and Jennie being removed was another. Seeing their mutilated corpses was devastating enough, trying to make sure that Jungkook didn't see what was going on was something else entirely, for seeing two of their good friends like that brought on another wave of guilt, remorse and unmitigated pain.