Astitva •Namjin/KookV• [Indefinite Hiatus/Discontinued]

एकः

Hewwo~ Happy Pride month again to my LGBTQ+ readers! You guys rock! Also~~ FESTA is here so, to celebrate, I have a new chapter for a new fic. I'm working on the trailer so please wait for it. I don't know if I'll make a playlist but there are more chances of it being in Hindi cuz... y'know~~

Also, please excuse my poor translations from Sanskrit to English. I last studied it 2 years ago.

Well, anyway~ Enjoy~~

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धनिकः श्रोत्रियो राजा नदी वैद्यस्तु पञ्चमः। पञ्च यत्र न विद्यन्ते न तत्र दिवसे वसेत ॥
-Where there are no merchants, learned scholars, kings and healers, where there is no river. These five places should not be stayed at-

"Kim Seokjin! You will listen to me and attend the Council Conference like every other year!" A middle-aged man said as he smoothed out his pure white silk robes. He fixed his son with a deadly look that no one in their realm should have. The nineteen-year-old male huffed, storming up the stairs and into his room as he slammed the door shut and walked to his window. He pulled back the curtains, his eyes shining as he looked outside.

Fluffy white clouds, softer than fresh cotton swept over the windowsills, leaving behind puffs of moist air. The sky was a bright cerulean blue, clearer than any lake or sea. There were white houses dotting the expanses of the land.

This was the realm of angels, a place where sadness had not kept its fleeting touch. A place untouched by unholiness. A place littered with entities carrying fluffy pure white wings, sculpted to perfection. The birthplace of deities and angels, unbothered by the ageing of the Universe.

This was Heaven, the birthplace of an angel known as Kim Seokjin. He was an ordinary teenage angel, son of Kim Han-Beom, a member of the Council of Angels and Kim Mi-Sun, an assistant healer. The young angel was a beautiful entity, with dark brown hair and a perfectly proportioned face. He had long lashes, flawless skin and plump, full lips. But unlike the stereotypes of the society, he was a rebellious angel, choosing to walk on his own path than the one his parents or anyone else forced him to take.

He stood at his window, beautiful features twisted into a frown as he bit his lip. As much as he liked to believe that he wouldn't let anyone dictate his life, he still had to carry on his father's wishes. And one of them required him to attend the yearly Council Conference with his father.

His frown deepened as he sat on his snow-white bed, letting out a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, the gesture painting the brown locks a shade of rustic red. It was a perk of theirs, being able to change hair colours by the overflow of emotions. After all, angels like him thrived on emotions.

He stood up, walking to his closet as he opened it. He stared at the colourful clothes, bright colours lightening up his mood in an instant. He rummaged through the clothes, choosing a virgin white shirt and some washed blue jeans. He changed his clothes, looking into the mirror and putting on a few accessories. He smiled at his image as he turned around. He grabbed a pair of white sneakers, putting them on as he walked downstairs.

"Have a safe trip, you two." His mother gave him a smile, kissing his cheek and closing the door after the father-son had walked out of the house. The realm of Heaven was lit up with chatter of people, happiness flooding every single corner of the place. Even in the middle of October, the Sun shone brightly over them, keeping the temperature warm and pleasant. Laughing and playing children filled the streets that Seokjin walked through, painting a smile on his face.

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"Will you be attending the Conference this year? You're more than qualified to join." A raven haired male said as he threw a glance at his friend. He wore an uninterested mask, flipping through pages and sorting them out, keeping them on the table. The other male looked up, his dragon eyes dark like any other creature in this realm.

"Yes. Father approved of it last winter." The blond male said as he turned his gaze towards the numerous windows in the hall.

Blood red wispy clouds blew around them, a few sharp edges cutting through the rotten barks of the dead trees. A light smoke surrounded the ground, keeping it covered and the red on it hidden. The sky was gloomy and grey, painting the image of doom on the forbidden land. There were twisted trees covering the land.

This was the realm of demons, a place that rarely welcomed satisfaction. A place painted with red thick blood of sinners, mixing with the rustic soil. A place littered with entities carrying sharp silky black wings, carved flawlessly. The birthplace of deities and demons, unbothered by the ageing of the universe.

This was Hell, the birthplace of a demon by the name of Kim Namjoon. He was an ordinary teenage demon, son of Kim Eun-Sung, a member of the Council of Demons and Kim Chae-Ran, a baker. The eighteen-year-old demon was a prodigy with good looks to boot. He had blond hair with sharp eyes and beautiful dimples, adding to his list of accomplishments. He was the youngest member of the Council and a gentle demon, unlike the usual stereotypical ruthless demons. He was a peace-maker in the society of chaotic evil, choosing to make amends rather than continue a path built on conflicts.

He snapped out of his stupor, making his way over to his fellow demon and sitting down on an empty bench. As much as he liked to learn about new things, he couldn't help but feel left out when he looked at his fellow classmates, seeing them enjoy their life without a care in the world and act their age.

He let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair and feeling the strands stiffen under his finger pads. This was a perk of being a demon, changing the composition and flexibility of anything they touched with an agitated mind. Demons, after all, ruled spontaneous changes.

He looked around, sensing the presence of more demons and other entities. He sniffed the air, catching the whiff of a sweet scent only associated with pure breed angels. He had yet to see one and he was excited to meet them. It was always passed around in hushed whispers that pure breed young angels were more beautiful than a few deities. After all, angels and demons were forbidden from meeting each other under any circumstances except Council meetings like this.

Namjoon sat up straight, straightening out his black silk shirt as he waited with bated breath for the others to enter. The room filled with the scent of smoke that demons carried, covering any traces of the scent he had smelt. But it came back full form, hitting him straight as the last person entered.

For a second, Namjoon thought he must be dreaming. The scent filling his senses was nothing he had ever smelt before. It was a mixture of roses and a faint base of cologne, mixing together perfectly and creating a harmonious mixture. But that was not all.

The male who had entered seemed even more beautiful and appealing than his scent. He was unlike any entity Namjoon had ever seen. A faint redness had coated the brunette's cheeks, matching perfectly with his white shirt and wash jeans. He looked around shyly, eyes darting between the demons before they landed on the blond and widened. His eyes shone with suppressed emotions of awe as he stared at the young demon.

Namjoon kept the eye-contact, feeling empty as soon as the other's eyes left his own. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, blood gushing through his veins and tinting his cheeks a rosy pink. He fiddled with his watch, waiting for the Conference to end as soon as possible so he could talk to the mystifying angel.

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So~~ I hope you like the chapter~ I wrote this really fast because I was overflowing with the urge to write this chapter. Please forgive any kinds of mistakes.

I will publish the next chapter of Sehnsucht soon so please look forward to it.

I hope to see you soon~~

Bye Bye~~

-G.S.