My Fallen Angel

Chapter 4

With a gasp, I lurched back into reality. A gentle breeze blew over my face as I squinted into the bright sunlight. Realizing that I was still lying on the ground outside, I struggled to sit up. Shards of glass fell from my head and shoulders with a soft tinkling sound. I blinked and looked around me. 

Jungkook and Taehyung were standing above me and gawking down at me, which was just about as awkward a situation I could think of to wake up in. Shaking his head, Jungkook sprang back into action and knelt beside me to help me up. 

"Easy now. Can you stand?" he asked me. 

Strangely enough, I felt... completely fine. I gazed up at the second-story window I'd fallen from, then looked down at the pile of shattered glass around me. I should have been a wreck. Broken bones, cuts, all sorts of injuries... but somehow, I was unharmed. So I nodded, and let him pull me to my feet. 

I turned to him in my confusion. "What... happened? Did you save me?" 

He glanced over my shoulder at Taehyung. "Sort of."

That was the last straw. "Okay, no more of that crap!" I shouted. His eyes widened in surprise. "I just saw my life flash before my eyes for the second time since I met you and now my hands glow and you had a huge fight and I—I thought I saw—oh whatever. Just stop it with the vague answers and tell me everything. Right. Now." I shoved his shoulders and he stumbled backward. His expression was dumbfounded, and I tried to ignore how adorable that was. His rakish hair was a bit wind-tossed in a way that made my knees feel weak. 

It wasn't Jungkook that responded, but Suga, who had come out of the front doors of the mansion and stood watching everything with a fathomless expression. "She's right. At this point, we should fill her in on everything. It's too late to turn back now. But can we move this inside? It's cold out here."

It wasn't. But we followed him inside anyways, Jungkook leading me with a hand at the small of my back and Taehyung burning holes in the back of his head with a glare. We walked through an incredibly ornate hallway to a dining room fit for a king. At the table were eight chairs, four on each of the long sides. 

'The three men slid into their chairs like it was second nature, leaving me to awkwardly guess which chair I could take. I shuffled over to the one on the end next to Jungkook and sat down. Everyone stiffened. 

Sensing I'd messed up, I asked, "Sorry, is this seat—"

"No, no," Jungkook assured me. "You're fine. It's just... no one has sat there in a long time."

"How long?" I pressed. 

"Almost five years," replied Taehyung. His hands were clasped in front of his face, leaving only his brooding eyes visible to stare me down. 

"Oh," I said, not knowing what else to say to that.

Jungkook swiveled in his chair to face me. "Listen, Evangeline. We said we would tell you everything, but I want you to be sure you know what you're getting into here. If we tell you this story, there is no going back. You are on the edge of something bigger and more dangerous than you could ever imagine. It will change you forever. Are you sure you're ready?" He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear and leaving his hand to cup the back of my head gently. I looked at his solemn face with stubborn determination. 

"Tell me."