When Angels Fall

Morning Strangers

Laying in the silence of the morning light, the brightness muted by the soft blinds, Jungkook strained his ears for any movement within the wider living space. All was quiet. Whoever lived here must've been asleep or not home. Blinking slowly at the ceiling he decided to get up.

Groaning with each movement, Jungkook forced himself to his feet. The softness of the mattress was too inviting. He couldn't let himself stay there wrapped in a stranger's duvets. Lifting his arms to stretch away the last vestiges of sleep he was immediately stopped when the movement tugged at the tender skin of his stomach. 

Dropping his hands, he peered down at the stinging area. Gently running his fingers over the bandages, Jungkook frowned at the shortened length of his shirt. Clearly it had been cut while he'd been unconscious.

A whisper of apprehension passed through his mind and faded as he cast his gaze around the room. Not a hospital he thought to himself. While taking in the homely décor, Jungkook spotted a series of photos hung on the wall and lining the shelves. Carefully making his way over to them, he immediately recognized the two strangers that interrupted the beating he'd gotten. Their faces engrained into his adrenaline-fueled memories. 

The deep voiced man featured in most of the images. Jungkook felt more and more conflicted the longer he stared at the man. A sense of unease colliding with a sense of peace. Magic sparking lazily in his fingertips.

Shaking off the disconcerting feelings Jungkook made his way to the door. He wanted to leave but felt compelled to stay. These strangers had brought him into their home despite how they had run into him on the street. Complete strangers. They might have questions about the night before. Not that he owed them any explanation. Hand on the doorknob, Jungkook still weighing up whether to hang around or leave, he twisted it open.

Neatly folded clothes sat on the floor just beyond the door, a note placed on top. Conscious of the aching stiffness in his body, Jungkook bent to pick up the small paper to read the messy scrawl.

Sorry, these are the only clothes we have that might fit you. The shower is the door to your left if you'd like one.

Heart twisting at the small kindness, Jungkook picked up the pile of clothes and shuffled quietly toward the bathroom door.

Perhaps he'd stay just a while longer.

*P.O.V Change*

Face buried in the comfort of his pillow, Yoongi felt a soft tugging on his arm. Squeezing his pillow closer he ignored it. His name whispered by a gentle voice. Once. Twice. Three times. Each whisper louder than the last. The tugging becoming more insistent.

"Yoongi wake up" the voice closer to his ear.

Lifting his lashes to frown at his friend who was staring at him with wide alert eyes, Yoongi tried not to groan. They were far too awake for this time of the morning.

Their head tilted to the side, listening intently to something Yoongi wasn't interested in. He closed his eyes.

"I think he's awake" His friend's hand dropped onto his shoulder as they spoke.

"You're noisy" Yoongi sighed, voice thick with sleep.

The bed dipped as his friend's weight rolled off the side. A rustle of clothing. Muted footsteps heading toward the door. No sound of the door actually opening. Yoongi cracked his eyes open a tiny bit to peek at them. His friend, clad in baggy pants and a t-shirt, had their ear pressed to his door. Their curiosity getting the better of them they cracked it open and leaned out into the hallway.