New Beginnings

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" In life, we learn to question the standard, but in youth, we are taught to stay blind to stay safe."

"Who is Rook?" Fallen's focus shifted between Yoongi and Taehyung. She huffed a sigh and cracked her knuckles. Fallen subconsciously put herself between him and the others; she faced Yoongi, completely cutting off their sight of him.

"That would be me, it's a nickname I wished would disappear...along with the one who gave it to me." Fallen's rounded eyes became harshly slanted, she turned her head to peer at the two demons; her killing intent three daggers across the hall.

"Ouch, there's no need to be so hostile," Taehyung snickered. His slender fingers traced the collar of his shirt, making it dip further down his chest. Fallen was annoyed at his boldness; her nails dug into the palms of her hands, leaving indents. She swallowed back the desire to sew his mouth shut.

"Taehyung...watch it before I remind you of the difference between us." The corners of Taehyung's mouth tilted downward, his eyes momentarily landed on Yoongi. He looked him up and down before breaking out into a smile.

"I've always loved this fiery side to you Rook, why don't we play like old times huh, what do you say...."

"Don't...you...dare, I'm warning you," Taehyung smirked at Fallen's shake in conviction. He could hear the slight quiver in her voice, and by the way that Jungkook scrunched his nose, she was losing control of her demon.

"My...little...puppet," Fallen moved before her thoughts could intervene. With impossible speed she broke past Jungkook, leaving him to stare at her after-image. Within a tenth of a second, her fingers were shaping the curve of Taehyung's neck. His look of sadism had broken, boggle-eyed, he stared up to his attacker in surprise.

It took everything within Fallen not to squeeze harder than she was. Her nails dug into his skin and she could feel the veins in his neck resist her grip. Taehyung's eyes became a sunkissed yellow; his tongue traced his lips.

"Oh...so you like it...rough?" Fallen's eyes flickered violet, her grip unknowingly becoming harsher. Taehyung gagged; the sound of his struggle made Jungkook snap out of the daze he was in an met Fallen's eyes. With her focus on Jungkook, she squeezed tighter; his face fueling the fire. A strange noise escaped from Taehyung's lips. His knees buckled, leaving Fallen to hold him up by his neck.

"You're gonna kill him," the warning tone in Jungkook's voice made Yoongi gulp down the building saliva in his mouth. He helplessly stared at the confrontational situation. Yoongi's words were stuck in his throat and his chest felt heavy. Each passing moment the shake in his hands became more aggressive.

Even now, he played the spectator, too afraid to step up. It will be alright, a hushed voice spoke into his ear. He turned and was met with an empty hallway. Was he hearing things? The sudden warm tingle in his chest made his hand rest on his breast. Go on, what happened to being friends? The comforting whisper made him well up with long lost confidence. The weight of two hands were pressed against his back, guiding him against what his mind told him not to do.

He slowly took steps towards Fallen and nervously approached her. He could feel his ribs dance to his heart pounding in his chest. The growing angst in his mind made him start to regret. Yoongi reached out to Fallen's shoulder and noticed how much his hands were trembling. A mixture of fear and adrenaline made his thoughts race. With moistened palms, his calloused fingers met her soft skin. All the red flags were going off in his mind so he froze like he always did.

Yoongi couldn't see her head past the fluff of her hair but could feel a tingle where their skin met. A warm sensation flowed into his veins. Yoongi's anxiety melted off his shoulders allowing them to relax. Unlike before, the pulling sensation was stronger and hit him in a heavier dose. His mind went elsewhere and lulled his eyes to close . The sound of a body hitting the ground and a hand lightly holding his wrist made them snap open.

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