Remedy's Fix

I had worked under him long enough to read him. The clench of his jaw and hard set of his eyes betraying how he felt looking upon his comrade before him. I stood behind him at his seat. Ever the silent and respectful attendant despite how sick I felt watching what was happening. Namjoon leaned forward, the subtle shift in demeanor enough to silence the entirety of the room. His golden eyes burning as he looked down at the angel kneeling on the marble in front of him.

“Min Yoongi you are on trial for the cardinal sins of lust and envy. How do you plead?” 

The power behind Namjoon’s inquiry lingered. No one dared to make a sound or so much as breathe while they awaited the defendant’s answer. All eyes on Yoongi. Even my own. I watched with bated breath as he slowly raised his head. Black locks parting to reveal smooth, pale skin and the gold of his eyes. Matching Namjoon in color and vibrancy. A common trait among high powers. He met Namjoon’s glare head on, feline-like orbs flickering over his shoulder to me only momentarily before leveling an expressionless glower back to the head of proceedings. 

“Guilty.” 

I quickly turned my face to hide my surprise. The room erupted with gasps and murmurs once more. Even the jury seated at the panel with Namjoon were confused. Eyes looking between him and Yoongi as if they weren’t entirely sure how to prosecute. In all fairness with the defendant admitting to prosecution there was no purpose for them any longer. To the side of where Yoongi was sitting, one of his closest advisors stood shaking his head. Hoseok seemed disappointed more than surprised as he looked on at his friend in pity. The only one to seem unfazed by Yoongi’s confession being Namjoon who raised his hand in a bid for silence. Immediately, the room quietened again. 

“So you don’t even deny it.” 

“There’s no use in denying it. It’s the truth. I’ve committed the sins you’re accusing me of. The sooner I admit to them, the sooner I can be absolved of the torture being here continually inflicts upon me.” 

“You won’t even pretend to regret what you’ve done?” 

Yoongi’s lips pulled up at the corners. Eyes moving from Namjoon to me again. 

“Why should I when I don’t regret any of it?” 

I couldn’t look upon him anymore. My head dropping to the floor so I wouldn’t be made to look at the gold of his eyes. Namjoon’s hand came down on the wooden tabletop harshly. The loud noise made me jump while he rose from his chair. The heavy piece of furniture scraping across the floor as Namjoon’s fiery gaze seared into Yoongi. 

“Min Yoongi. You are hereby found guilty of the charges brought against you. You are to be stripped of your title as a Power of Authority and banished as a Fallen for the rest of your immortal life.” 

The sentence might have come as a greater shock than the confession itself. However, Yoongi hardly blinked. The tiniest narrowing of his eyes on Namjoon being the only outward indication of his displeasure. Hoseok’s shout of objection could barely be heard over the chatter of the nearby crowd. My disbelief cast a cloud over my mind. The guard nearest to Hoseok drew his weapon, poised in Hoseok’s direction threateningly when he attempted to move towards Yoongi. 

“Namjoon!” He snarled, realizing he wouldn’t be getting anywhere near the man still kneeling. “Banishment is absurd! He’s admitted his sins and-“ 

“And has expressed no inkling of regret. My decision stands. Get him out of here.” 

With one wave, the guards descended upon the chained man. I could do nothing but watch. Feeling utterly helpless in the situation at hand. Especially at the rank I stood. Yoongi’s gaze finding mine once more. A deep unsettling feeling creating a pit in my stomach as he never looked away from me. Part of me wondered why he kept looking at me. Maybe he expected me to be capable of changing Namjoon’s mind. But no one was ever able to change Namjoon’s mind. I may have been by his side, serving him for years, but even I was incapable of that. 

“Y/N.” 

The sound of my name jerked me into action. My rather dull blue eyes in comparison to the bright gold of Namjoon’s meeting the man himself. One tilt of his head telling me to follow him. I spared one last look towards Yoongi as he was dragged from the hall. Perturbed by the way he still watched me. He never wavered; my own orders forgotten as I fell into the depths of his pools of gold. Except, they didn’t remain that way. The color swirled, darkened, decayed. The once beautiful shade depicting him of his power and rank fading into blackness. So dark I could no longer see his pupils. A Fallen. 

Terror flooded my veins like ice. Chills coursing through me at the sight of someone so revered, so respected falling into ruin like so. But apparently, even someone like him wasn’t completely untouchable. 

And that sparked more fear in me than anything. 

I stared down the dark corridor. The holding cells were always creepy. I hated when I was made to come down here, which wasn’t often, but I never went unless I was told to. Until today, that is. I hesitated in the doorway, casting another look over my shoulder to see if anyone was around. The last thing I needed was for someone to see me sneaking down here and report it to Namjoon. Especially after he had explicitly told me to leave it be after I tried to persuade him to rethink his decision for Yoongi.

“But sir, don’t you think banishment is-“

“Not enough.” Namjoon growled. “Yoongi knew better than to do what he did. And you heard him. He doesn’t regret it.”

“I heard him, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be allowed time to refle-“

“He has nothing to do with you. We have too many other issues right now to worry about someone who has betrayed his oath and his savior.”

I sighed quietly. Seeking Yoongi out now meant I was disobeying an order. But I couldn’t shake my belief that he should at least be heard more than he had been at the trial. He admitted his guilt, yes, but was not given the opportunity to defend himself. If he had even wanted to. There was always the possibility that Namjoon was right. Yoongi very well could not care less whether someone listens to him or not considering he was not ashamed of what he had done. According to him at least. With a steadying breath, I scampered in. Taking care to shut the door behind me carefully.

It was dark down here. A considerable contrast from the pristine white marble and gold accents the rest of the main house of the Heavens held. As harsh as it seemed, the idea behind the lack of light and the silence within it was to rob its prisoners of any sense it could. Torture for those who would be made to stay here for days or weeks at a time. But for Yoongi, he wouldn’t be here long enough to withstand its effect. Namjoon intended to banish him to the mortal realm sooner rather than later.

Which is why I have to be quick.

I conjured a ball of light in my hands. Just bright enough to guide me down the steps and through the black halls. I didn’t know for certain where they had put him. But to my knowledge, he was the only one down here so surely it wouldn’t take me long to figure it out. My pulse pounded harder the longer I wandered. Every second I spent down here was another second I could potentially be discovered. Another second of Yoongi’s chance at redemption dwindling away. My footsteps sounded way too loud against the concrete under them. Half of me wanted to ditch my shoes just so they didn’t sound as if they were echoing off every wall I passed. Just as that urge was on the verge of winning out, I stopped, barely catching the shadowy figure hunched over himself against one of the back walls.

I held my breath, moving my light in his direction and breathing a sigh of relief when I recognized Yoongi’s dark hair and slim frame.

“Yoongi.” I whispered, tossing my light onto the nearby sconce on the wall next to his cell.

The lantern caught the light effortlessly and brightened the immediate vicinity. Casting a yellow-white glow onto me. Other than his feet laid straight out in front of him, the light wasn’t enough to penetrate further into his cell where he sat. He didn’t so much flinch at the sound of his name. His body remained limp, head ducked to where his hair hid most of his features. For a second, I wondered if he was sleeping. Or maybe had been knocked unconscious. I looked down at the lock even though I knew it was fruitless. Namjoon never left anything to chance. Especially when it concerned those in his custody. Still, I couldn’t help my hand from wrapping around the bars and testing them anyway. Disappointed with my feeble attempt, I turned back to the man inside.

“Commander-“

“You needn’t address me like that. I am no longer an Authority.”

I could vaguely make out his movements in the darkness. His head lifted, leaning back against the wall behind him as he sighed softly. I swallowed, dropping my gaze to the floor.

“That may be, but I still would like to call you as such.”

“Why are you here?”

I turned my head in the direction I had come from. Straining my ears for any sign of someone else but hearing nothing. My visibility was also compromised. The dark that shrouded this place swallowed the faint light I had produced everywhere except for where I stood. I turned back to Yoongi, not surprised to find he hadn’t moved from where he sat.

“I’ve come to hear your piece. Should you choose to repent-“

His dark chuckle cut me off. I bit my tongue to silence it. The way he sounded was mocking. As if he found it incredibly amusing that I had come here to attempt to help him make peace.

“You’ve come to help me seek salvation?” He spat, the sounds of his limbs dragging across the floor loud in the quietness as he hauled himself to his feet. “I didn’t ask to be saved.”

Worried that I had potentially offended him, I dropped my eyes once more. Even though he was technically no longer my superior. But old habits die hard. I wet my lips, voice trembling as I pressed on.

“Don’t forsake us Yoongi. You can still be redeem-“

“Look at me.”

I jolted at his command. My eyes lifted to obey despite how terrified I was to do so. He stepped forward, allowing the dim lighting to wash over him. I stifled my gasp of surprise. His eyes had lost the gold completely, nothing but black pools where the beautiful shade had been. He shook his wings out behind him, the gold pigment that should have been there as well darkening into an ugly bronze. The tips of them already blackened beyond recognition of their former glory.

“There’s no saving me even if I had wanted you to.”

“Don’t say that. Namjoon-“

“Don’t say his name.” The unadulterated ice in his voice froze my tongue. “I don’t want to hear about him. Especially not from you.”

“Okay.” I murmured, not wanting to upset him more than he was.

The tension set in his shoulders was one I wasn’t used to seeing in him. Yoongi had always been a calm and collected presence. Hardly anything ever got under his skin. To see him so ruffled was… unsettling to say the least. Especially when it concerned his comrade and my superior. Yoongi sighed, those eyes that sucked me into their black depths leveling on me.

“Why him?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Of all the beings you surround yourself with, why are you choosing him?”

“He’s my supe-“

“So am I.” Yoongi growled, his hands finding the bars between us.

He gripped them tightly, his knuckles turning white with the strength behind it. Behind him his feathers bled black. The once brilliant gold drowned under the spreading darkness as he fell deeper into his sin.

“You could have chosen me.”

“I don’t understand. I was assigned to him, I wasn’t given a choice-“

“I’m not talking about your assignment.” He rolled his eyes, his wings shaking loose behind him to lay relaxed at his sides. “Your feelings for him extend far beyond simple respect as a subordinate.”

I couldn’t hold his gaze. The desire to dispute the accusation was overwhelming. But… he wasn’t wrong.

“Don’t deny it. You shouldn’t add being a liar to your own list of sins.”

“Then I won’t. However, I know my place in his life and the hierarchy. I’m not one to delude myself into thinking there’s a possibility he would reciprocate my affections.”

Yoongi laughed dryly. Those dark eyes burning into me once more sending a lick of fear down my spine.

“Are you insinuating that I’m the delusional one? Ironic for you to be the one down here, seeking to save me when you’re the reason I’m in this mess in the first place. And lecturing me over my actions when you’re so close to committing them yourself.”

I shook my head vehemently. “You’re wrong. I would never-“

“I said the same thing once upon a time.” He exhaled slowly, black irises trailing down my face and body lazily. “And then I met you.”

My brows furrowed in confusion. I’d known Yoongi for years, we’d known each other since I had been assigned as Namjoon’s aide. Never once had he ever given any indication that my presence caused him inconvenience.

“Do you mean that I drove you to… sin?” I asked weakly.

“Oblivious aren’t you? Namjoon knew. Why do you think he personally sought to bring me to trial?” His eyes flashed dangerously, fingers reaching through the bars of his cell to me. “The master you so blindly serve isn’t as benevolent as you believe him to be.”

The words dripped with venom. I was struggling to come to terms with what he was telling me. I couldn’t believe I was the one who brought him to this point. But I also couldn’t entertain what he was trying to convince me of one of his closest brothers. Namjoon was the most honorable Authority I had ever met. It was a privilege to serve him. Any other angel would be ecstatic to have the position I was in. I was no different. Not once in my time assisting him did I ever think he wasn’t the respectable creature he portrayed himself to be.

No. Namjoon was pure. Yoongi was wrong about that. I was so lost in my internal deliberation that I hadn’t noticed Yoongi drawing closer. Fingertips brushing the contour of my jaw making me flinch back. He anticipated the move though, quickly grasping my face to drag me back to him, fingers digging into my cheeks harshly. I stumbled forward with his strong pull, nearly falling into the bars separating us. I watched, terrified, as the blackness in his wings continued to spread, those endless black pools of his eyes burning through me. A low groan left him, tongue swiping slowly across his bottom lip as he attempted to pull me a bit closer, his dark hair framing his beautiful features ultimately making him look more wicked than he ever had before. Every bit the Fallen he was turning into.

“I can’t help but visualize how bewitching you’d be if I were to stain you much like you’ve done to me.”

Fear ran through me. Spreading like wildfire as I tried to extricate myself from his grip.

“Would you let me angel?” The name fell condescendingly from his lips, the corners of them hiking in barely concealed amusement. “It’s only fair if I can corrupt you too. Watch those pretty wings of yours ooze black and show you there’s more in a life full of desecration. More fun. More freedom. More pleasure.”

He was weaving a spell over me. Every word sliding like silk, sweet like honey, temptation at its finest. The very call of seduction enticing me to violate divine law. I shook my head pathetically.

“No.”

If I were afraid he would retaliate, those fears were dashed away with the slow smile spreading across his face. The once endearing gummy smile now turned almost vicious. The faint light of my lantern flickered over his face. I hated how the word ethereal popped up to describe him, especially considering he was the furthest thing from it at this moment. But he was undeniably handsome.

“You will.” He promised, one finger lifting to run over my nose delicately.

All at once he released me. A sharp glare tossed to my right at the same moment I quickly backpedaled putting distance between us.

“Why are you here?”

The biting question in the last voice I had wanted to hear at this moment made me wince. I turned towards Namjoon, lowering my head in apology. I had been caught. After he had explicitly told me not to come down here, I had come anyway. Defying a direct order. Something I had never done in my time under him.

“Sir, I’m sorry. I thought-“

“I told you to stay away.”

I bit my tongue, hating that I was the one on the end of the ire I had seen so many others receive. Dropping my head, I bowed to him. Figuring it was best for me to remain quiet lest I spark his anger further. Out of the corners of my vision, Namjoon’s head whipped towards Yoongi. The latter of which couldn’t appear less affected if he had tried. He lazily leaned a shoulder into the cell door.

“Have you come to deliver me from heaven?” Yoongi looked rather pleased with himself.

“I’ve come to fetch my subordinate. And let me remind you to keep your hands and words to yourself.”

“Why? Are you worried she’ll realize the type of man you really are?”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed, hardly sparing me a glance even while his hand clapped onto my shoulder.

“We’re leaving.” He told me, guiding me away from the cell and the man it contained.

Yoongi didn’t say a word. His eyes silently followed us until the darkness swallowed Namjoon and I entirely. Even my sad excuse for a light within the lantern near his prison snuffed out the moment we were far enough away. That all-encompassing blackness ridding me of all sense once again. Leaving me with nothing except to follow Namjoon’s guiding hand away from the Fallen I had tried to save.

76 Years Later 

I grimaced at the neon sign lit an obnoxiously bright yellow above me. Of all the places, a cabaret. I sighed softly, quickly scanning the quiet streets around me. Not that I really expected to find many people. Earth had quickly fallen to ruin. Angels and humans now at war after the possibility of salvation had been smothered by the human race. Sinners far outweigh any pure souls left. It was the decision of the Heavens that humans be punished for their disregard of their faith. Ironically, that left the Fallen among them to dole out that punishment. For direct insult to humans by angels was still considered a crime.

But perhaps the war was useless. There were far more humans than Fallen. And it was not impossible to kill a Fallen. Humans had used that knowledge to their advantage. To make matters worse, the retaliation of humans didn’t seem to affect the Fallen all that much. After all, they were banished from the Heavens for committing many of the same sins humans engaged in. So not only were we disadvantaged with our direct involvement, but persuading the Fallen to act on our behalf was also detrimental to the Heaven's plans.

For the first time in history, we needed their help. And they knew it. Unfortunately for me, that meant I spent a lot of my time back and forth between realms in an attempt to convince the Fallen. Which if I were being honest, felt like a losing battle in and of itself. Save for the few Fallen who choose to accept my counter offer to reinstate their title in the Heavens after everything was said and done. But it still wasn’t enough. We didn’t have enough feet on the ground, let alone ones who were capable of leading a war that might very well be destined to fail to begin with. Or so I had thought.

The hall was blindingly bright white. Filled with bodies of Authorities and their closest advisors. The last time I had found myself in this hall was overseeing the trial of Min Yoongi. If I tried hard enough, I could still see him there, kneeling among the panel of judge and jury.

“We have to do something. Otherwise, they’ll continue to bring ruin upon their world as well as ours.”

“What do you expect? We can’t be involved. Our best chance is using the Fallen and I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s skeptical of them actually following through with anything we ask of them. Not to mention, none of them are even capable of organizing an attack against full armies.”

I sat quietly. Simply listening as the higher Authorities debated whether it would be beneficial to continue to fight the good fight or abandon the notion altogether. I stood behind Namjoon again. Carefully observing the unusually quiet man.

“Y/N.”

I flicked my eyes up towards the man who had called for me. Jin met my eyes calmly, another person who had been unusually quiet among the proceedings.

“Have any of the Fallen expressed desire to aid us?”

“A few, yes. When offered the opportunity to be given their titles back.”

He nodded. Looking back down at the table in front of him.

“You can’t possibly entertain the idea of letting them back in here. They’ve committed atrocious crimes once before, who’s to say they won’t do it again?”

The question had been directed at Namjoon. I nervously looked at him, not missing the way his golden gaze didn’t waver.

“If that happens then we handle it accordingly. As far as I’m concerned, we have no other option at our disposal. The Fallen are our best bet at taking control of the situation. And the promise of returning to their former glories is the only way of securing their compliance.”

Everyone around the room sighed. Not liking the statement, but knowing it was all we had.

“Okay, but that still doesn’t solve our issue of someone heading the insurgency.”

“Not entirely true.” Namjoon hummed, tapping a finger against the wood under his hand. “They have a former Authority among their ranks.”

I jerked as if I’d been slapped. My disbelief was obvious as I whipped my gaze back to Namjoon. I wasn’t the only one, whispers erupting across the room.

“Are you suggesting Min Yoongi?” Jimin finally spoke up when it became clear no one else would infer Namjoon’s proposition.

“Of course.”

Someone scoffed. “How can you even be sure he’d help us? He clearly showed no remorse during his trial and I would bet offering his rank back wouldn’t entice him. So how do you plan to enlist his assistance?”

Namjoon lifted his chin, sharp molten gold eyes leveled on the man.

“He’ll help.”

“But how can you be sure?” Another person spoke up, stressing the matter.

“I just am.” He stated coolly, leaning back in his seat. “Are there any objections to having him lead our armies?”

While the tension in the room remained thick, I knew no one would dare go against Namjoon’s rule. Even when in doubt, they appealed to his conjecture. One by one, the bodies in the room shook their heads.

“Good. Then, it’s settled. Y/N.”

I stood a bit straighter, moving forward a couple of steps.

“Yes, sir?”

“Find him.”

It was easier demanded of me than done. Yoongi was a hard person to find. Although I wasn’t sure whether I was surprised to find him in such a place of debauchery. One of the sins he had committed was lust after all. Already unsettled, I masked my wings. Making sure they wouldn’t be detected by the mass of humans I was sure I’d be walking in on. I bit my lip, reluctantly approaching the door and slipping my way in. It was loud. Hard to hear my own thoughts over the pounding bass provided by the speakers littering every corner of the joint. A thick haze filled the room. It was packed. Bodies on the floors, people draped over one another and watching the stages before them. Women and men alike dance provocatively in front of the multitude of strangers in various stages of undress. Some of the crowd even neglected the show in favor of indulging in each other.

I had to quickly avert my gaze from a young woman who kneeled in front of a seated man. His pants around his ankles. This was not a place I should be. I needed to find Yoongi. The sooner, the better. If I’d had it my way, I wouldn’t have even been the one to look for him in the first place. Our last interaction wasn’t one I liked to remember. In fact, I tried really hard to forget him altogether. But just like he had promised, a small part of him lingered. Like a stain I couldn’t erase. Trying to avoid the people around me the best I could, I wandered further into the establishment. Eyes only lingering on the people around me long enough to determine whether or not they were the man I was looking for.

Just as I was about to give up, frustrated that perhaps the information I had received was wrong and Yoongi wasn’t here, I found him. His hair no longer the black I remembered, but a shockingly fair shade of platinum blonde. It was also shorter. The long locks from memory now styled over his forehead, brushing the tops of his eyelashes and barely covering his ears. It felt almost odd to see him look so different physically. Although I hadn’t seen him in years since he was cast from his position in the Heavens, I didn’t really expect him to have changed all that much. Perhaps because he never did when I had seen him more often. Before things had taken a turn for the worse.

He sat in one of the many plush seats in the back of the room. Clearly marked for a particular type of clientele making me briefly wonder just how often he came here to be invited back here. The answer may have spoken for itself as one of the girls sashayed her way to him and helped herself to his lap. Yoongi hardly seemed fazed, wrapping an arm around her hips loosely while taking a slow drag of a cigarette between his lips. She curled around him shamelessly, leaning in to whisper in his ear even as Yoongi didn’t dare to take his eyes off the stage in front of him.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander to where he looked. Freezing upon seeing the woman on stage. She looked like…me. Her hair, her build, even in her facial structure and features, the similarities were there. The only notable difference being her eyes. Instead of the shade of blue demarking my title within the ranks of angels, hers were dark. The lust in them leveled heavily on Yoongi as she danced for him. I tore my eyes away, unable to continue watching the way the two of them stared at one another.

Shaking my head to ward off the strange settling in my bones that stumbling upon such a human who resembled me here, with him, was more than mere coincidence, I strengthened my resolve. Reminding myself that I was here on official business. A direct order from the Heavens themselves. I had hardly taken more than three steps in his direction before I was intercepted. The body blocking my way startled me enough to backpedal a foot or so. I looked up, part of me feeling a bit of relief recognizing Hoseok.

Yoongi’s right hand had taken his banishment the hardest and, as a result, had relinquished his own position within the ranks to follow his best friend. The gold of his eyes gone, signifying his fall of his own volition. A pity really. Not only did Namjoon’s decision cost us one of our Powers, but also several other leaders among our order.

“Hoseok…” I tried to smile, but even I could tell it was laced with melancholy.

I had developed somewhat of a close friendship with him before both of our lives changed. Having been Namjoon’s subordinate for years and dealing with Hoseok many times seeing as how he handled most of Yoongi’s communication back and forth, I found I actually enjoyed his company. He had always been kind and funny. Effortlessly brightening the day of anyone he associated with. It had been a hard pill to swallow finding out he had chosen to abandon his post in favor of Yoongi, but maybe not all that surprising.

“What are you doing here?” He didn’t bother with pleasantries, simply demanding my reason for being here.

I couldn’t deny I wasn’t a bit disappointed that this clearly wouldn’t be a time he would be as glad to see me as I was him. I let my smile drop, his tone forcing me to stand a bit taller under his scrutiny.

“I came to find Yoongi.”

“On orders from Namjoon?”

“Yes, but my inquiry is on behalf of all of us.”

He narrowed his eyes, searching mine for more information. I couldn’t lie. He knows that. But an underhanded trick that angels had been using for years was not disclosing all pertinent information when asked. Not that that was the case here, but I couldn’t fault Hoseok for being cautious. It had been part of his job in the Heavens after all.

“I’ll be damned.” The low voice wasn’t loud by any means, but somehow it could be heard clearly over the blaring music. “I expected Namjoon to keep you as far away from me as possible.”

I flicked my eyes just past Hoseok’s shoulder, the anxiety I always felt to some degree when knowing I’d be dealing with Yoongi resurfacing with his presence here now. A lazy smirk lifted one corner of his lips as he came closer.

“Then again, I suppose it’s not too hard to believe he’d send you to me just to rub it in my face.”

Ignoring his blatant stab at Namjoon, I concealed how it felt for me to be on the receiving end of his dark gaze again. Years. It had been years and yet, I still found it hard to meet those eyes head on.

“Yoongi, I’m here on official business that I’d like to discuss with you. In private if possible.”

He raised an eyebrow before slowly looking at Hoseok. Some sort of unspoken communication passed between them until Yoongi tilted his head towards the back of the venue.

“Follow me.”

He didn’t bother to look if I was actually following or not. I guess it didn’t matter. He probably knew me well enough at this point that I wouldn’t be leaving until I’d said my piece. Or at least until I had an answer for Namjoon. I expected Hoseok to tag along, but to my surprise he didn’t. He remained glued to the spot he had found me in, watching the two of us leave with a guarded expression. I tried to not let the idea of Yoongi and I being alone together in a room affect me too much. Somehow, even after all this time, he was just as intimidating as before. Perhaps even more so.

I stayed quiet while we passed through throngs of people, keeping my gaze trained on the back of Yoongi’s head just so I wouldn’t have to observe the people around us in their various circumstances. There was more conspicuous sin in this room than I have ever been exposed to in my entire existence. It was so thick settling in the atmosphere, coating my body like miasma and I promised myself a good bath when I got back to the Heavens. Yoongi wasn’t fazed at all. Passing a couple in the hallway engaged in sexual intercourse as if it were perfectly normal. Then again, for him, maybe it was.

I tried to remain impassive. Masking my horror of how they could be doing such a thing out in the open for anyone to see. And in fact, people were watching. Some even disregard the actual performers to watch them. A hard clearing of a throat ripped me from their forms. A deep blush coloring my cheeks when I realized I had been staring. Just like everyone else around me. I whipped my head towards Yoongi, feeling a tiny bit of shame come over me at the knowing smirk curling his lips. Those black eyes flickering towards the couple for half a second before landing on me again.

“Coming?” He lilted, hand pressed against a door, propping it open and gesturing for me to go in first.

Choosing not to answer, I scurried inside. Taking the opportunity to rid myself of the wickedness occurring outside of the room. Yoongi shut it behind me, flipping the deadbolt and silencing the sounds from the main area. The music was muffled, it could still be heard, and the bass still thrummed heavily, vibrating through the floor beneath me, but I could at least hear myself think. A flick of the light switch bathed the room in a soft, yellow-tinged glow. It was an office. Minimalistic at best with a couch on one side and a desk on the other riddled with papers.

“Speak freely. No one will bother us here.” He sighed, leaning against his desk.

He reached up, popping open a couple of buttons on his shirt before crossing his arms looking at me expectantly. Swallowing the anxiety in me, I moved towards the middle of the room, being mindful of keeping a bit of distance between us.

“I’ve been tasked with finding you on behalf of the Heavens.”

“Well, you found me.” His tone was oddly casual, not even bothered as he collected a glass and decanter from the corner of his desk.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey. Offering one to me which I declined.

“One glass won’t get you banished from the Heavens.” He snorted, bringing the alcohol to his lips.

“I don’t drink.” I mumbled, looking down trying to get myself back on track. “I’ve come to ask you-“

“I know why you’re here. I’ve been made aware of your efforts going around collecting the Fallen for your war.” He scoffed.

“Then I won’t have to explain myself further. I’m here to recruit you.”

He glared at me over his glass. Only lowering it when I refused to look away.

“Why me?”

“Well, Namjoon believes you’re our best bet in leading our armies.”

“The only one is more like it.” He mumbled under his breath. “Why would I do such a thing? I rather like the turn humankind has taken. Makes business good.”

My brows furrowed in confusion before it clicked. I glanced around the room.

“You own this place?”

“I’ve had years to figure out what I wanted to do here.”

Of course he had. And considering the reasons he was cast from the Heavens in the first place, I shouldn’t have been surprised. Humming noncommittally, I faced him again.

“We’re prepared to offer you your previous title of Authority should you choose to help us.”

He chuckled. The sound a bit ominous and serving to put me on edge.

“I already knew that.” He tossed back the last of his drink, licking his lips salaciously. “Your puppet master already paid me a visit.”

“Namjoon was here?”

Yoongi grunted his confirmation. This was news to me. Namjoon hardly ever left the Heavens except for special circumstances. I couldn’t imagine him leaving for Yoongi’s sake. Besides, if he had already found Yoongi, then why did he send me after him? I used to pride myself on the fact that Namjoon and I were almost always on the same wavelength. I understood what he wanted or what he was thinking without much difficulty. But I don't understand now. My confusion left me vulnerable. Lost to my thoughts so deeply that I didn’t notice Yoongi’s approach until he stood toe to toe with me.

“I didn’t accept his offer of giving me my title back.”

I stepped back, hoping to garner some distance from him.

“So, you won’t help us?”

Something dark lit his gaze. Tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he looked down at me.

“I didn’t say that. I simply told him that it wasn’t my title I was after.”

Something wasn’t right here. There were variables I wasn’t aware of. A conversation, a need, a want I wasn’t privy to. Namjoon had offered him his title, but he refused and bartered for something else. A piece he considered far more valuable to him than the honor he once held. I shook my head, bewildered.

“What did he offer you?”

Yoongi smiled sadly. The expression was out of place on him. He reached out to me, fingertips nearly caressing my cheek until I moved out of range. Some part of me realized the danger. My heart was beating faster even as I retreated, but I underestimated just how close I had been to the sofa behind me. The backs of my knees collided with the frame and dropped me into its cushions. Yoongi descended on me, lording over me in my vulnerable position and trapping me there with one hand on the cushion next to my head and the arm of the couch prohibiting my escape on the other side of me.

This time, I couldn’t evade his wandering touch. His smooth palm ran along the edge of my jaw until his fingers found my hair and buried themselves into it. He tugged, not enough to hurt, but enough to make me fully understand the situation I was in.

“My reason for being cast out in the first place.” His cadence was saturated with passion.

The sound of it making my stomach do flip flops within me.

It terrified me. How he spoke, the way he looked at me and made me feel.

“…Ironic for you to be the one down here, seeking to save me when you’re the reason I’m in this mess in the first place…”

I shot out of my seat, shoving Yoongi to the side simultaneously. He went willingly. Almost like he had expected such a visceral response from me.

“No.” I denied his claim, hating the way the panic within me clawed its way to the surface. “You’re lying.”

“In all the years you’ve known me angel, have I ever lied?”

I didn’t bother addressing the pet name. More preoccupied with the fact that he was accusing Namjoon of voluntarily trading in someone else’s life for the sake of a deal with a Fallen no less.

“Namjoon wouldn’t do that.” I spat, latching onto the anger. For it was better than crumbling before him.

“Oh, but he would. And I think you know that better than anyone.”

No. He was wrong. He had to be. I had known Namjoon for centuries. Served him as his closest advisor for years. Considered him a friend, a revered Authority, an honorable man.

I loved him.

And yet… the hardest part of it was that I did know. Yoongi was right. I probably knew him better than most people in his life. And if it came down to one angel for the sake of us all, he would choose to save us all. But it was me. Not some random angel neither of us were associated with. I had to mean more than just some means to an end of an upcoming war… right?

“What hurts more?” Yoongi sighed delightedly. “The knowledge that he’s not the man you thought he was, or knowing that he doesn’t care enough about you to fight for you?”

“I don’t believe you.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue. Staring at me as if he didn’t know what to do with me. A sharp knock against his office door caught both our attention. Yoongi seemed relatively unsurprised even as he walked towards it. He paused long enough to grab my arm, dragging me further across the room towards his desk.

“Let’s just ask him then shall we?”

I clumsily followed, trying to keep up with him until he shoved me to my knees and under the desk.

“Stay there and be quiet.”

I had half a mind to disobey, but before I could force my limbs to work, Yoongi had made it to the door, flipping the lock and opening it for his guests.

“Twice in a span of a week. I should feel honored.”

“Cut the bullshit.” The harsh sound of Namjoon’s voice had me freezing in place. “You sent your dog to hunt me down. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

I carefully and quietly maneuvered myself under the cramped space to peek underneath it. I really couldn’t see much other than their feet, but Namjoon’s voice was unmistakable. A third pair of shoes walked in, someone I didn’t know until he helped himself to the couch. Hoseok. Despite my hiding place, his eyes found mine easily, not shocked to see me there at all before looking back to where Namjoon and Yoongi stood.

“Right, well, there’s a few things I need to clarify.”

“You know damn well what we agreed on last time. You asked for Y/N, I gave her to you. There will be no more negotiating.”

My heart plummeted. He admitted it. Yoongi was telling the truth. Namjoon had given me away without a second thought. I covered my mouth to keep from making a sound. It felt like every piece of me had shattered. The time and effort I had dedicated to him was worthless with a singular admission. All Yoongi had to do was ask for me in exchange for his cooperation, and Namjoon agreed to it.

“I’m not looking to renegotiate. I only want your word that you won’t come back for her. You sent her to me. She’s mine. There will be no looking to get her back by you or any one of your ward.”

“You think I give a shit what happens to her? I kept her around while she was useful. This is my means of squeezing every bit of use out of her I can. I have no need for her anymore so long as you satisfy your end of the deal.”

Every bit of hope that maybe this wasn’t real. That this was just some awful dream I was being subject to disintegrated. I felt hollow. Useless. I carried no sentiment to Namjoon despite the time I spent by his side supporting him. My blossoming feelings one-sided, as I had never had the courage to tell him and beseech the court for their blessing in matrimony. And perhaps that was for the best. My cowardice having saved me from heartbreak. The only saving grace in knowing now being that at least I didn’t have to face him.

“My promises are good, Namjoon. Even having Fallen, you know this.” Yoongi’s voice came closer, rounding the edge of it before addressing Namjoon again. “Hoseok will show you out. This marks the end of our communications.”

I don’t know if Namjoon had anything else to say after that. I was swimming in static, lifeless and heartbroken. There was nothing left for me. I had no purpose anymore. Everything I knew, or thought I did, was gone. Yoongi crouched at the opening where I laid motionless. Not even able to summon the strength to fend him off as he wiped away my tears.

“Poor angel.” He cooed, grasping my chin to turn me towards him. “Believe me now?”

How could I not? He had delivered me the best possible proof he could have. So why was it I wished to desperately repudiate everything I had witnessed? Return to some semblance of the life I used to have. To ignorance. Yoongi pulling me out from my hiding place felt like I was watching myself from a third perspective. My body moving without resistance, every touch he bestowed upon me something I visualized rather than felt. He lifted me onto his desk, easily parting my thighs to slot himself between them.

“Pitiful angel.” He crooned again. “How could you possibly fall for someone like that? You were a little dumb for that sweet girl, but I won’t hold it against you.”

It was strange. His words weren’t kind, but his tone implied otherwise. Almost like I had made a mistake against him, but he was willing to forgive me for it.

“Don’t worry about it. I only wanted you to taste a bit of the suffering I felt at the hands of you. I’m not so mean to let you go through it alone even though I had to.”

“I- what?” My voice cracked; tone thick with tears I continued to shed until they were diligently wiped away by Yoongi.

“Did you ever consider how I felt watching you follow him around like a pathetic lovesick puppy? Of course you didn’t. You have always been a tad bit selfish, but I forgive you. I sinned for you, angel. That’s how dedicated I am to you.”

“No.” I murmured, pulling away from his hold. “I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t make you do that.”

“You didn’t have to ask me. All you needed to do was look at me and it drove me mad with lust. I fell into that trap because of you. And you were oblivious. Left me to suffer all alone and I was angry at you. Angry that I couldn’t have you and was forced to fuck women that reminded me of you.”

“Yoongi.” I whimpered. “That’s not my fault.”

He shushed me, cupping my face to guide me into him once again, tilting my face up to his. “It is angel, but I already told you I forgive you.”

He brushed several strands of my hair back. His touch impossibly gentle, like I was fragile and moments away from breaking. On the inside, I wanted to break. The hole in my chest ached unbearably. Every throb a knife pushing deeper. Reminding me that I have nothing to fall back on. I was cast aside and unwanted. I couldn’t meet Yoongi’s unwavering gaze. My eyes dropped down, focused on the expanse of collarbone and chest he had exposed earlier.

“Want me to make it better?”

I flicked my eyes back to his quickly. His question caught me off guard.

“Can you?” I asked breathlessly, desperate for something to take away this pain.

“Mmhmm. I would do anything for my girl.”

His girl. While I knew it wasn’t the case, I couldn’t help the palpations my heart responded in kind with. His girl. Yoongi’s girl. I wasn’t completely unwanted. Yoongi wasn’t throwing me out like Namjoon had. In fact, he was forgiving me. I had wronged him, and he was still willing to give me another chance. He wanted me.

“Make it go away.” I begged him, wanting to end my suffering. “Please make it go away.”

“Gladly.” He whispered provocatively.

Yoongi’s hold on me tightened, tilting my head back before melding his lips to mine hungrily. I gripped his arms, a surprised squeak leaving me at the sudden onslaught. His lips were soft, but the urgency behind them was feverish. It wasn’t an unpleasant experience, but I was out of my element. I had never so much as held a man’s hand, let alone kissed one. My inexperience didn’t seem to matter to him though, his lips coaxed mine into a fiery rhythm with his. And I didn’t stop him. Honestly, I didn’t really want to. I liked the sensations he roused from me.

The softness of his lips, the heat of his kiss, the slow drag of his tongue across my bottom lip enticing me to open for him. The closeness it brought with him.

Yoongi devoured me. Utterly consumed me to the point that I no longer could formulate reasons why this was wrong. Why I shouldn’t be doing this. Even Namjoon was no more than an insignificant fleeting desire I had once had. At least that’s what it felt like in Yoongi’s embrace. His hands took liberties to explore the rest of me. Any time he found bare skin it was like liquid fire scorching through my veins. The soft caresses he left behind leaving me wanting more. Unconsciously, my own hands mirrored his movements. Roaming his body as he did mine. He groaned against my lips, the sound sending a thrill through me that was unlike anything I’d experienced before.

All at once Yoongi’s hands left me, then his lips as he pulled away. No longer under the plunder of his mouth, I was reminded that air was something I needed. My body took heavy drags of it while the man in front of me tore at the buttons on his shirt. The moment of reprieve brought with it some clarity. Especially as Yoongi continued to undress himself. The couple from the hallway flashed through my head. Is this what they felt? Was this how it always is when someone wants you? How could something that feels this good be wrong?

A sharp tug at my waist startled me. I looked down to find Yoongi taking it upon himself to undress me now. Some part of me vaguely knew what was about to happen.

“I can’t help but visualize how bewitching you’d be if I were to stain you much like you’ve done to me.”

If I did this, there would be no going back. I’d be as dirty as he was, tainted with the sin that would surely cast me from the Heavens indefinitely. Even though I had been more or less sold, I was still pure. I hadn’t committed any wrongdoing that would prevent me from appealing Namjoon’s decision and going back. I had a chance to become what I once was. But not if Yoongi got his hands on me.

“Would you let me angel?” The name fell condescendingly from his lips, the corners of them hiking in barely concealed amusement. “It’s only fair if I can corrupt you too. Watch those pretty wings of yours ooze black and show you there’s more in a life full of desecration…”

Would I let him? Was I really going to let this happen? My life in the Heavens was all I knew. I was good. I never let myself fall into the tempting trap that I had seen so many other angels succumb to in my existence. The same one I had watched Yoongi fall under. My shirt went next, his hands deftly pulling it over my head leaving me feeling more exposed than ever. The cool air of his office made me shiver and washed away part of the spell I was under.

“Yoongi.” I called him, intending on backing out.

I couldn’t do this. I can stop this here and go back to Namjoon. Beg for reinstatement. Promise him I’d work harder to find someone else willing to wage this war on Earth. As if sensing my intentions, Yoongi grabbed my arms. He pulled me off his desk to my feet, spinning me around, my back pressed to his chest.

“You should have never belonged to him in the first place.”

His mouth attached to my neck. Leaving love bites behind as he trailed his way closer to my ear.

“Never belonged beneath him.” He murmured huskily, cupping my chin and tilting my head back against his shoulder.

His other hand snaked around my hip, fingers easily finding my most private of places. I gasped feeling his fingers spread me open for him. That haze of pleasure I had felt earlier increased exponentially as his skillful touch folded me under his desire.

“I would have married you, you know. If you hadn’t been so fucking infatuated with what was so bad for you.” He dipped a bit lower, sinking one finger into me leaving me on the verge of collapsing. “He didn’t deserve you angel. You were always meant to be here. Two seconds away from cumming all over my fingers.”

I didn’t understand what he was telling me. It was hard to focus on anything other than the tightening knot in my belly with every pump of his hand. I gripped his arm, unsure whether I wanted to urge him on, or beg him to stop. A desperate sob escaped me when he slipped a second finger in. The hand on my chin twisted my head towards him, his mouth easily finding mine and swallowing any sounds I couldn’t keep from coming out. Every bit of him was overwhelming. His fingers, his lips, his words. He was ruining me. Exactly how he promised to.

“Give it to me and I’ll make sure everyone kneels at your feet.”

Yoongi’s name filled the room on a cry, my body trembling as he drove me towards that end. I tried to hold on. But I was a fine-tuned instrument that he was expertly playing. Unraveling me even when I tried to resist it. I crashed. Hard. Breaking over his hand that never stopped, guiding me through it and coaxing every last bit of it from my body. I fell into the desk as my legs turned to jelly. Yoongi chuckled behind me. I managed to turn my head to look at him, my core clenching around nothing as he licked the very same fingers he’d had in me.

My breath left me all at once. It occurred to me that his words may be truer than I would have thought possible. This was how it was meant to turn out. I was supposed to crumble under the blackness that was Yoongi. He was corruption incarnated. Otherworldly beautiful with porcelain skin and red-tinted lips swollen from kisses. Black eyes filled with lust as he looked down at me. Those wicked fingers running up my bare back to latch onto the back of my neck. Pink tongue trailing behind it coupled with the soft brush of his snowy hair. Created to be my downfall.

“Say the word, angel, and I’ll show you everything you’ve been missing. Everything you deserve.”

I was powerless. My will disintegrating. Caught between what I knew I should do and what I wanted. But only one of them was sure. Only one of them that I knew would end how I expected it to. Only one choice that I could fall into knowing for certain someone would catch me. I closed my eyes, relinquishing myself to my fate.

“Yes.” I whispered. “Yoongi, I’m yours.”

I didn’t have to see him to visualize the wicked, triumphant grin that split his features. I had ceded. He kicked my legs apart a bit wider, whispering unintelligible praises against my skin with kisses between every word. He sought my opening again, my center thoroughly soaked for his entry. He shushed my whines, slipping his fingers in to stretch me. The deeper he pushed in, the greater the discomfort. I had never bothered touching myself down there in fear it would lead to wicked thoughts and desires. Yoongi’s strokes were foreign to me, new sensations, but not entirely unpleasant. It eased the ache I had for more just a little. That lingering emptiness momentarily filled. Steadily, he rebuilt my arousal. Nudging a spot deep inside me that shot bits of jolting pleasure through me leaving me a panting mess as he moved faster. My toes curled into the hard floor beneath them, hands grasping at anything I could to anchor myself while Yoongi propelled me into another typhoon of ecstasy. And then he stopped. A rush of air left me, my form sucking in lungfuls of it while I could, body vibrating as it tried to rebound from how close I had been.

Yoongi’s hold on the back of my neck tightened, and with quick precision, he pressed the head of his cock into me. The burn wasn’t something I expected, a loud gasp leaving me at the same time I jerked forward trying to escape him. Yoongi held on, his other hand landing on the small of my back, pressing me harder into the desk to trap me there, low groans leaving him as he sank in just a little further. I choked on my cries while he split me open. Impaling me on his rigid cock and demanding I take more of it even when I struggled to do so. He felt endless. What was probably only seconds turning to hours until his hips met the curve of my ass. If I thought his fingers were a lot, it was nothing compared to how full I was now. I shifted uneasily, hoping to find an angle where he wasn’t so unbelievably immense.

“Settle angel.” He hissed, hindering my motions. “You’re taking me so well.”

I mewled. It didn’t seem like I was taking him well. I felt like I was about to burst apart. But moving didn’t make anything easier, it only made me more aware of his presence inside me. Yoongi was incredibly patient, refusing to move a single muscle until I eventually relaxed into the desk under me. I hadn’t adjusted to him fully, rather my body became accustomed to his intrusion to a degree. Giving into him enough that it wasn’t so overbearing having his cock stuffed so far within my walls.

“Good girl.” He praised me, loosening his grip on me.

His hips retreated, my cunt fluttering around him before he thrust in again. My breath caught, mouth falling open in silent moans as he did it again. He fed me every inch of him, pace picking up gradually to the point every meeting of his pelvis to my ass rang out through the quiet room. Outside, the music still blared, bass pumping, but Yoongi was louder. Fucking me in time with the song beyond his office doors. I mewled under him, quickly finding myself racing towards another release. He abandoned the grip on my neck in favor of my hips, the strength with which he held onto me bruising, guiding my hips back into his, bouncing me on his cock as much as he was fucking me with it.

I stuttered out his name, drowning in the waves of intense pleasure. This was heaven. There was no doubt about it. Whoever deemed such bliss as sinful was wrong. They had to be. For I had never felt anything close to the way I did in this moment, letting Yoongi ruin me atop his desk. Sealing my fate as a sinner and traitor to the Heavens I once served. A hand hooked around my leg, draping it over Yoongi’s forearm before he pushed it forward, his palm lying flat on top of the desk, spreading me wider and keeping me there. The new position allowed him in deeper, the snap of his hips getting harsher, pounding my poor flesh without remorse.

But the euphoria it brought me dulled any potential discomfort. He wasn’t being gentle, he sought to punish me now. For what exactly? I didn’t care. Until a firm hand came down over the sensitive flesh of my ass. I yelped, making to cover myself as he raised his hand again only to have them forcefully shoved away.

“Keep your hands flat on the desk.”

I whimpered, not really wanting to obey. Especially as I watched his hand lift again helplessly. It came down harder than it did before, a pained exclamation following shortly after as tears filled my vision.

“Even angels need punishments, right darling? I’d say you needed one. Ignoring me, pining after another man. Damning me. You’ve been a busy girl.”

I squirmed to get away from the next one, but Yoongi had me effectively pinned. My plea turned to a shout as he hit me again, this one landing on my thigh.

“But you said you forgive me!” I sobbed.

“I do angel.” He crooned, now soothing the heat he left behind. “But I still have to be sure you know better than to do it again.”

“I won’t!” I wailed, watching his hand come up again. “I’m sorry! I’ll be good.”

He halted all movements, raised hand shooting forward to grab my jaw, wrenching my head back to look at him. I winced, tears covering my cheeks after I blinked them away. Yoongi’s jaw was clenched, icy black pools burning through me. Looking every bit the Fallen he was.

“I don’t take kindly to someone lying to me. You’re here, looking so beautifully fucked up because of me, with my cock in you. There’s no saving you now. There will be no leaving, no begging for Namjoon or the Heavens to take you back. You’re mine. And one of us will have to die before I let you go. Understood?”

I nodded pathetically, choking when Yoongi delivered another violent thrust.

“Words, Y/N. I need to fucking hear it, or this doesn’t end. I’ll decorate your flesh with my handprints.”

“Yes! Yes, I promise. I understand.”

As if a flip had switched, all the harshness was gone. Yoongi’s bruising hold melting into a gentle caress.

“I knew you would.” He purred, placing a tender kiss on the back of my shoulder, words turning into groans as he fed me his cock again. “You’ve always been so good when it came to following orders.”

Breathless moans carried throughout the room, my brain barely recognizing it as my own. Yoongi leaned into his hand on the tabletop, his other grabbing ahold of my folded thigh, pulling me back onto his cock again as his head dropped with a quiet curse.

“So good.” He moaned. “Making a mess of me just like I imagined you would.”

He resumed his punishing pace. Releasing any remaining pent-up anger on me while singing praises of how well I took his cock and how beautiful I looked swallowing every inch of him.

“Pussy’s worth it.” He chuckled darkly, releasing me to gather my slick that clung to the base of his cock before sliding his fingers through my folds in search of my clit. “I spent years thinking about this angel. Imagined fucking you like this no less than a thousand times. Want to know what I really wanted though?”

I couldn’t answer him, my mind a foggy, jumbled up wreck incapable of anything more than useless noises.

“I wanted you, like this, fucked stupid and begging for me to defile you further only to send you back to Namjoon a fucked up mess and full of my cum.” His fingers swirled over my clit mercilessly. “But I’ll settle for my being the only one knowing how filled your tight little pussy is.”

I shattered. My world fracturing into tiny pieces as I came all over his cock. The sheer magnitude of this orgasm rendering the previous one insignificant in comparison. I cried out, most of it incomprehensible except for when it ended with Yoongi’s name on repeat like a divine prayer. The lewd squelching of where we remained connected rising in pitch as Yoongi pursued his own release. Breath leaving him on a fervid exhale when he found it, melding his hips to mine, shoving me into the edge of the desk as he spilled inside me. I could feel his length twitching within my snug walls, spurt after copious spurt of his seed overflowing around his buried cock.

I could feel it seeping around him, dribbling down my folds. A testament to how sullied I was both outside and in. I had betrayed everything I once stood for. A moment of weakness condemning me to the life I had sworn I would never fall into the temptation of. It was done. I couldn’t go back anymore if I had wanted to. I irrevocably belonged to Yoongi now. I laid there, mourning the loss of what I used to be, not even flinching as Yoongi pulled out of me. He pulled me off his desk, the soreness between my legs finally bringing me to the present enough to realize he was leading me across the room towards the couch. 

His white hair plastered against his sweaty forehead, dark eyes looking down at me sadistically. A light sheen of sweat coated him, the air hitting my own nakedness cool in temperature, verifying that I was covered in a thin layer of perspiration too. That and my tears. Yoongi wiped them away, calmly. The sheer ethereal nature that he embodied contradicting the act we committed. Beautifully tainted. That was Yoongi. He cupped my cheek, laying an unbelievably affectionate kiss against my lips.

“I have years to make up for angel. Don’t believe you’ll be leaving any time soon.”

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