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“When your house begins to fall, when all the foundation that you built starts to crumble, all you have is metal and dust to breathe and see.”

Hoseok shakes his head and closes the book before putting it into its place. The library is quiet and almost empty, it’s the perfect time to leave and there is that special light that comes from the moon. With a last look and nod toward Jungkook who’s ghosting in front of the librarian, Hoseok adjusts his bag and pushes the big wood door. The streets are cold but he can’t feel it, only able to see the smoke coming out of his mouth, too numb by what’s growing in his chest. The stars are staring at him and it gives him the need to hide, to hold onto something in order to feel his body. People are busy walking back to their homes and Hoseok shivers at how blended into all of this he is. They all wear the same tired face, all have that same look in their eyes, lost and so far away. He can’t keep himself from smirking because he feels proud. Somehow seeing that it works, that what he has been working on for so many years truly has an impact, makes him feel proud in the weirdest way. The consequences of his actions, of his voice, are right there, in the tired sighs, in the way they all walk, as if they were dolls without a goal. It’s in how the sky is grayer, in how the humans feel more and more fragile and sad. He’s proud because it means he isn’t useless, that he’s good at what he’s supposed to do. It means he isn’t a failure, yet bitterness keeps growing whenever he really starts to think about it. It’s weird when things so important in your life, things that become part of you, that are you are this conflicted. Hoseok lets his eyes drop to the ground and walks faster, biting the inside of his mouth, disgusted by his thoughts. 

The house is silent when he comes in, Hoseok puts down the keys in the bowl at the entry before taking off his shoes quietly. With a sigh he turns on the lights only to find Yoongi sitting on the couch who frowns and opens his eyes. They’ve already been here before, hundreds of times even but Hoseok still gets goosebumps when he drops his bag at the feet of the coffee table. 

“You don’t look good.” 

Yoongi glances at him. “Bad day. What about you? You look like shit.” 

Hoseok smiles, it’s small but it’s there. He pours himself a glass of cold water that he drinks in one go while staring into the living room, eyes focused on nothing in particular. 

“I feel like shit so maybe that’s why and Jungkook bothered me too. You know how he gets.” 

Yoongi scoffs but it’s quiet. “When you don’t pay attention to him, yes I know.”

“Why were you in the dark anyway?” 

Hoseok puts the glass on the counter and joins Yoongi on the couch, sitting down, leaving a small space between them. He becomes immediately aware of the smell but doesn’t comment on it, waiting. 

“Got a headache.” 

Hearing that the youngest snaps his fingers, the lights turning off suddenly. The action makes the eldest let out a breath of relief. They stay like that in the dark with the sounds that haunt Daegu this late at night and Hoseok knows now that Yoongi is crying by the way he tries to hide his whimpers. There are those things that you learn when you’ve been living with someone for this long, almost three hundred years were enough to know someone, to have every little habit memorized. It used to bother them, the fact they could know what the other was thinking or wanting with one look. They fought a lot back in the day about this lack of privacy time forced onto them, they talked about it too, to make it easier, to be respectful and set boundaries both of them should acknowledge. Now though, it feels like they don’t talk enough anymore, like all these days never helped them learn about each other, as if they were growing apart, like two strangers. Then again, Hoseok feels a lot. 

“Why are you crying?” 

Hoseok’s voice breaks the silence with a mystical touch to it. 

“I’m not.” Yoongi sighs and the smell just grows stronger. Hoseok won’t be able to contain himself anymore. The air around them changes as the youngest’s power takes over, the flat getting colder by the second, at the edge of freezing. 

“Fuck. Can you chill?” 

Hoseok wished he could control himself but when it came to Yoongi, he tended to lose his ability to stay calm. 

“Cold helps with headaches. Tell me why you’re crying?”

Yoongi finally opens his eyes, they’re purple and dark. Hoseok will never get use to it, it’s unfair how his eyes can turn this color and still be the most beautiful thing the youngest have ever seen. It hurts when that wood smell gets liberated, it holds too much power, makes Hoseok’s body want to crawl to it until it mixed with his own, pushes you to listen to silence, enchants you in thinking you could live within the clouds. 

“I’m crying because I’m tired, Hoseok, and this headache doesn’t want to leave me alone.” 

Hoseok is the one who closes his eyes this time because lies make his soul grow colder and he’s trying to raise his body temperature. Lies because Yoongi could cure himself easily, he could get rid of all this pain effortlessly but he doesn’t, he chose not to. The air becomes warmer again after some minutes, it prepares the space for what Hoseok’s going to say, it helps him to think that it could make the eldest feel better, that it would make the living room more comfortable. 

“Jimin is leaving.”  


Jungkook was the one who had told him at the library. Hoseok went there as usual, searching for things he hadn’t read yet, he loved books, loved the fact that they helped him a countless number of times to forget his condition, making him believe he was a simple human being who would die someday. Books and stories had that power to bring you to a place you never been to, they helped you create lives and love stories, they made you sweat with shame and trilled with sound. They were something that made Hoseok happy. Quickly, the library locations where all those stories were became a safe place, somewhere he went to be calm and make his mind clear. It was a place where he could speak to Jungkook and have the company he sometimes needed, it was a good spot, an interesting one. So when Jungkook surprised him by coming from a book he had opened, Hoseok had closed it immediately, only for the ghost to come out of it, appearing in the space. The ghost had that light in his eyes as he told him about the rumors concerning Jimin, Namjoon and how it all was messy situation. Hoseok was aware of those little talks, but he had stayed there, listening to every whisper Jungkook was letting in his mind and Yoongi’s face had popped up in front of his eyes. The ghost had left after answering some of his questions, stuck in the middle of the bookshelves, Hoseok felt angry. His space, his own paradise, the one even Yoongi hadn’t marked was stained with Jimin’s soul and he didn’t know how to feel about it. 


Yoongi scoffs, bringing back Hoseok to where they were. “I know. He’s not leaving though, he actually already left.”

“So that’s why you’re crying.”

Hoseok doesn’t need an answer, silence and time gave it to him ages ago. “Come here.” He adds as Yoongi brings up wet violet eyes on him. It’s sad to see someone you care for be this broken and not know what to do to help. It’s frustrating that Hoseok can’t take all the sadness away, can’t make Yoongi forget or just numb his soul with coldness until he’s able to properly breathe. The eldest seeks refuge in Hoseok’s arms, head hiding in his neck, hands crawling at each side, moving as if they were searching for something precious. Yoongi might be trying after all, because Jimin left and probably took everything with him. Jimin left and Jimin might be Yoongi’s first and last love, Hoseok doesn’t really know. They never talked about it, didn’t have the need to. Everything passes eventually and because Hoseok was sure of it, he respected the fact that it was Yoongi’s story, something between him and Jimin. The wood smell grows plugging Hoseok’s nostrils but he still holds Yoongi strongly while listening to him murmuring “Jimin left” as if the eldest was trying by repeating those words tirelessly to accept the weight they held. 

Yoongi always cried silently. It was something weird Hoseok obsessed over because it was different, so far from the way he expressed himself. Yoongi was pretty and elegant in everything he did, had that aura, that thing, the look, the attitude. He used to tell Hoseok that the confidence was the result of his training, that he didn’t choose to have it, that it was his family, his condition and power that increased the illusion, he wasn’t trying to play it cool. Looking back at it now, Hoseok understands why the eldest tried to break that fictional image, because it’s dangerous and can make people hurt easily. 

When you know you’re going to be stuck with someone for so long, useless fights and crying better be prevented. 

It all made sense when Hoseok met Taehyung and Seulgi though, he just understood as soon as Yoongi’s brother and his aunt opened the door for them. Yoongi had been lying, it didn’t only come from his family but he wasn’t trying to look cool either. It was a mix of everything, his position as the eldest, his choices and habits, it was complicated. Yoongi had a deep sensitivity but just didn’t voice it with words and sounds; he expressed himself carefully and in silence most of the time. He spoke volumes with the intensity of the purple in his eyes, in how strong his smell was, the world just needed to learn. 

Hoseok had. 


“Did he come to say goodbye?”

Hoseok asks while knowing it’s a stupid question but sometimes empty talks helped. Time showed them that it’s easier to talk through things rather than pushing it away until it became too much. Even if it starts from an empty sentence, words could grow and gain sense, people should believe in them more. Maybe it’s the lack of trust in them that led this world into chaos, Hoseok was almost sure of it. 

“Of course he did.” Yoongi has his right cheek on Hoseok’s chest now, hand settled on his waist, calm. He’s still crying but it seems like he is starting to accept the fate. “He came, was sad that you weren’t here.” Hoseok hums but keeps silent, letting Yoongi have the time to express himself. “We cried so much.” He says while laughing a little but it sounds utterly bitter. “Maybe that’s why I have such a headache.”

“Sure it is. Why didn’t you cure yourself?”

Yoongi shakes a bit, it’s small but since their bodies are close, Hoseok feels every little move. 

“Wanted to feel, it helps. I knew this would happen someday.” 

Hoseok closes his eyes and brings a hand to the eldest’s back where it starts to move on its own. 

“It was earlier than you thought.” 

“So much. I hate time, how it makes your mind forget that it exists, especially for us.” 

“I understand Yoongi.” 

“Namjoon came to take him; they must be so far now.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Hoseok feels every letter as he speaks those words. He’s sorry because Jimin was pure and strong, because Jimin made Yoongi laugh in a way nobody ever could, because giving each other comfort seemed to be a strong point in their lives, something Hoseok himself always had a hard time to provide to the eldest. Jimin was an angel, literally. He was a light Yoongi got used to, something his body and mind will maybe search for during eternity. Jimin may have become a shadow in the demon’s life as well.

“It’s not your fault.” 

“I know, but still, I feel sorry.” 

Yoongi moves to place a kiss on top of Hoseok’s heart before settling down again. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. Hyung?” 


“Cure yourself?” 



They stay like that until Yoongi’s eyes stop shedding tears. 

“What did Jungkook do?” 

Yoongi’s voice surprises Hoseok who was lost in his thoughts. 

“Came out of a book, almost screamed and made a fool of myself in the middle of the deathly silent library.” 

Yoongi laughs and it spreads warmth in Hoseok’s chest. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Rude! But yeah I feel like he’s lonely. He gets bored there alone you know...” 

“What’s on your mind?” 


Hoseok had already thought about a solution for Jungkook, seeing him alone at the library always made his heart break, whenever the younger was seated waiting for him, Hoseok knew that this couldn’t keep going for too long. With all the time he spent there, he learned a lot about Jungkook and what led him to where he was, at least he learned about what he liked, where he came from, those types of things. The ghost wasn’t able to remember the reason of his death nor when it all occurred, Hoseok had tried to make the younger remember but whenever he brought up the subject, he stumbled upon a closed face. His friend clearly didn’t want to talk about it so Hoseok had been respectful, but thinking about it now, maybe he should’ve pushed the younger a bit more. He remembers the first time he saw Jungkook screaming at a girl who was looking for books, headphones on, eyes focused on the shelves. She kept ignoring him and Hoseok could see that it was slowly driving the youngest crazy, leading to more intense screams and sighs as the seconds passed. He stared quietly, he needed to talk to the boy but with the girl still there it might get complicated and put them in a weird situation so Hoseok started to make the area colder. The young woman took a book and left the aisle shuddering with goose bumps all over her arms. As soon as they were more or less alone, he gazed at Jungkook, still in silence and Hoseok met big dark eyes. Surprised, the youngest started to move to see if that man really was seeing him, going left and right, crouching too, it was ridiculous but touching. Hoseok rolled his eyes, a smirk growing on his face and even if the look on Jungkook’s face had been cautious, his body relaxed.  


“You can stop screaming. I hear you.”

“Fucking finally.” 


Those were the first words they had exchanged and since then a billion others followed. Hoseok had grown fond of the youngest who became a friend, Yoongi had too, but it was different, more calm and polite, a relationship you don’t chose, something that falls on you and happens to be good, great even. However, lately Jungkook became more and more depressed, eaten by loneliness and preoccupied by thoughts he couldn’t fully understand. Hoseok had tried to talk to him, help him but his little friend had closed his heart off. The demon wanted to help and relieve Jungkook from that unknown weight that kept getting heavier with time. Ghosts weren’t supposed to stay on earth, the ones that did were empty shells full of resentment and hatred and they were stuck between the two realms feeding on people’s dreams and loves. Hoseok didn’t want that for Jungkook, his position aside, he didn’t want for the youngest to become something that was so far from him. The ghost was a good boy, a bit lost, but utterly good and nice, seeing him crumble little by little pushed Hoseok into taking action. 

“I did research on him.” 

“Did you find something?” 

“Yup.  Basically all his life and um…the way he died.” 

Yoongi tilts his head, eyes still purple but more on the lavender side. 

“You know that it could help him go to the other side.” 

Hoseok closes his eyes. He knows that talking about what he found could lead his friend to the other side, god, it was why he did the research to begin with. However learning about the way Jungkook died, the reasons why he became a ghost haunting the library made Hoseok deeply sad and he didn’t want to feel pity over his friend, knowing well that Jungkook would hate him for it. Moreover sharing his knowledge would make his friend disappear from his life and he thought he was ready for it but the way things went, he isn’t, not one bit. 

“I know.” Hoseok sighs opening his eyes only for them to fall on Yoongi’s cheek, pink and soft; quickly one of his fingers goes to caress the warm skin. “I’m scared and I’m being so selfish but…”

“You don’t want him to leave yet.” It’s not a question, more a sentence that sounds so full of sense and Hoseok knows it does, especially coming from Yoongi. 

“Yeah. It just a lot you know, the way he died, what I found out, it’s a lot and I don’t want him to go dark.” 

“He won’t.”

“How do you know that?” 

“Because it’s been years and he hasn’t. Also I could help.”

“He won’t let you Hyung, you know he won’t.” 

Yoongi straightens up and their bodies separate, Hoseok misses the touch but sits up as well. 

“I didn’t say I would throw a spell on him Hoseok, you know I wouldn’t dare. Still I can help appease the area when you tell him what you found out.” 

Hoseok tries not to look surprised but it’s Yoongi, it’s time and it’s tiredness that wins over. The witch looks back at him, eyes growing wide. “You were going to tell him right?” Hoseok turns his face away before passing his hands on his face. “Hob?”

“Of course Hyung. I’m not a heartless asshole!” It comes stronger than he intended. 

“I didn’t say you were but you definitely are now.” 

Yoongi’s voice is strong and tired, Hoseok shakes a little because the older is always right about him. 

“I’m sorry. I’m tired, can we speak about this tomorrow and just go to sleep?” 

“Yes we better.” Yoongi stands up and goes to the bedroom, silhouette disappearing in the dark. Hoseok sighs and joins him, the city’s sounds following him like a million ghosts. 



They don’t talk about it tomorrow. Yoongi doesn’t bring it up, taking care of his daily tasks as if the events from the day before never occurred. They don’t talk about it mostly because Hoseok is a coward and cooking breakfast for Yoongi, writing a little note and leaving as soon as he could felt safer. The air of Daegu is similar to when winter approaches, it’s easier to breathe, it’s colder too, reminds Hoseok of home, of Suran and Hyoseob. He wonders what they’ve become, if like him they were thrown into a part of this planet for work, pretending to lead a normal life or if they stayed deep down, at the center. He wonders what they would think if they saw him with Yoongi lying down onto their couch while drinking hot tea, what thoughts would cross their mind if they came to one of the classes he teaches at Daegu University. Would they laugh knowing that he has a part time job teaching students about history under a school which has as motto “Love, Light and Freedom”? Hoseok knows Hyoseob would joke about it for a bit but would stop as soon as he would catch Hoseok’s eyes and see how important all these things became for him. Suran is another story, someone Hoseok will never be able to understand yet still love endlessly. She might not understand, the demon he’s sure she wouldn’t but she still loved him as much as he did so she would keep quiet, tease him maybe. Hoseok remembers the hide and seek sessions, can almost hear the screams of the darker side that they use to listen to when they had too much of a drink. It’s been so long but the memories are still so fresh, feel so real and new, not like something that had happened over hundreds of years ago. Suddenly he understands Yoongi’s words concerning Jungkook, about having to tell him his story; everyone had the right to know their history and memories. Hoseok was no one to take them away from Jungkook, no one at all. He opens the door and immediately spots the ghost seated next to one of the library windows, far enough from the crowd. It’s not really full but there are enough souls that Hoseok has to take a book to make himself blend in before finally joining the youngest who doesn’t spare him a glance. 

“Are you ignoring me?”  Hoseok whispers, still concerned by their proximity to the students seated two tables away. “Jungkook?”  He calls again louder but still low enough to not bring any attention on them. Hoseok watches the book to make it look like he’s reading but brings his eyes up when nothing answers him. Not even a look is given to him nor a move delivered, the demon sighs and makes a move to grab the youngest forearms only to be met with a black glare. 

“Don’t touch me.”  

Jungkook sounds dark and suddenly Hoseok is scared that he’s too late, that he fucked up again, that nothing can be done anymore. The ghost looks so far away, hidden under a way too big amount of maliciousness and the demon tries to focus, to not give in to panic. 

“I won’t. Here look I backed off. I won’t touch you.” 

Jungkook is still there, Hoseok can see him in the light that shines in those dark eyes and he’s there so Hoseok breathes in. 

“You don’t have the right to touch me.” 

“I know. I’m sorry Jungkook, I won’t do it anymore.” 

“I am ignoring you.” 

“I figured. Can you come home?” 

“Why would I do that?” Jungkook’s voice bites him and Hoseok tries not to show it off, just smiles. 

“Because Hyung wants to see you, because I want you to be with me, get out of here for a bit.” 

“How’s Hyung by the way?” Hoseok quirks an eyebrow trying to bring his friend up to face him by showing quirkiness and interest. It’s bad and probably mean but all that spite needs to leave, it can’t stay and haunt his friend. The demon would never forgive himself, hell, Jungkook would never forgive himself. “About Jimin, I meant.” It works Jungkook talks and his voice sounds more like him, slowly. 

“He’s going to be okay. Jungkook?” 

“Hyung…” Suddenly the youngest appears as deeply young and tired, as if he became lucid for a moment of what was happening. “Hyung, what’s happening to me…I want to go home please?” 

It breaks Hoseok’s heart, the shake in his voice, the coldness that grows, it feels like it takes over the library but Hoseok glances over and everyone looks normal. He shakes his head and stands up, discarding the book on a table as he stares at Jungkook’s figure who looks even more floaty. 

“Hyung is going to help you okay. Come on Jungkook let’s go home.” 

They’re quickly outside and the demon welcomes the pure breeze that slaps him in the face, Jungkook is beside him looking as lost as he could be. 

Hoseok gets his phone out and sends a message to Yoongi. 


To Yoongi :

Hope the help offer is still on. I’m with Jungkook. 




Yoongi is not there when they get to the flat, probably still at work and to be entirely honest it gives Hoseok a pick of anxiety. Jungkook has been edgy on their way here, going from fighting to becoming the character that hate and time want him to become. Yoongi had answered the text simply and the demon didn’t know what the witch had in mind exactly but Yoongi was one of the best and most talented people he knew so he had shook off any doubts and fears to be there for Jungkook. The ghost seemed to be lucid whenever Hoseok was honest with him; whenever he touched the youngest’s hair like he used to so the demon had done just that. They played video games or more Hoseok played video games while Jungkook fucked with the TV or the remote control, they listened to music and talked too and it was already dark when Yoongi came home. He had found them on the couch watching some stupid show, Jungkook looking more human than ever. 


“Hey Jungkookie.” 


Yoongi’s voice may have seemed normal to Jungkook who had just answered with a small “hey Hyung” but to Hoseok’s ears it sounded like hurricanes and winter storms. His eyes were black, not a grade of purple there but the air around them immediately felt better, as if Yoongi was carefully turning the apartment into some sort of bubble cut from the world outside. Hoseok could feel it, sense the power and peace that took over their surrounding with strength, it made his blood boil, a natural reaction from a demon exposed to magic. Jungkook kept looking at the TV and he looked so real, like he was made of flesh and bone, the thought gave the demon chills. It was a hint that a ghost was slowly shifting from one rank to another and Hoseok wished while watching Yoongi cooked dinner that it wasn’t too late, that they still had time. Jungkook stood up suddenly and without knowing Hoseok did too, maybe a bit too quick by the look the ghost gave him. 

“Where are you going?” The demon asked voice on edge. Jungkook stared and his mouth opened a little, just like when he finally understands something. 

“What’s going on…” 


“There sure is something!” Jungkook screams, loud and his eyes grow big and his heart is surprised, Hoseok can see it. 

“Jungkook, calm down.” 


It’s small again and Hoseok knows it is not for him, Jungkook is asking for Yoongi, pleading almost by the tone of his voice. The oldest turns around and his eyes are bright purple, a color Hoseok had seen only a few times. They are shining, the wood smell getting stronger mixing itself with the oil pasta Yoongi is finished cooking. 

“Let’s just eat okay. Then we talk.” 

Jungkook stares more before going to sit on the counter like he’s drawn to the oldest body, Hoseok watches the scene, a deep breath leaving his chest, an enchantment. Yoongi was throwing a spell on Jungkook and the demon didn’t know what to think about this, didn’t understand why this tragic pain kept growing as time passed. Jungkook who just fell in love and was killed for it, Jungkook who was young and who just needed to feel youth through every possible way. The ghost loved books so much, he loved reading maybe that’s why him and Hoseok had clicked this much so quickly. Jungkook loved the girl who worked there too, forty years ago, liked to see her rearrange the books between the shelves, craved to see the way she tucked her short hair behind her ears. Jungkook was a soul crushed by dreams and hopes; he was a heart a bit naive that thought the world he lived in was as pure as he was. Ji-eun was pretty and warm, helped all the people who came to the library trying to forget or learn more, she was soft and had that sensible aura, like old people, those who lived and knew a lot. Jungkook was intrigued and attracted so he had began to leave her notes, silly little poems about dark hair spinning with the air, cherry lips and deep brown eyes. She had started to leave some too and she knew it was him, like a silent agreement they pretended that neither of them knew from whom the letters were coming. Hoseok thinks that the earth and the soil beneath their feet probably remembers all the talks Jungkook and Ji-eun had; the skies might have hidden the memories of the first hugs and tears carefully into a cloud, the books might have written lines about the way they met between dark aisles to giggle and laugh through kisses. Ji-eun had told him the day before; they were seated under their tree, hands touching each other innocently. Her dad was marrying her away and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing Jungkook could have done to stop it. They stayed there passing out and pressing out of their mouths untold feelings until dawn were there, just above their heads. Ji-eun carried something Jungkook had never witnessed on her pretty face, a determination that put shivers upon the boy’s body and he knew. That it was over, that nothing could be done, a decision was taken and only stories could be written and left behind to show and tell to the world that another impossible love had bloomed like lilacs during Spring. Time had come and with it Ji-eun’s silhouette had disappeared between the trees. With seconds and a shared amount of difficulty Jungkook brought himself up on his feet and went to the only place he wanted to be passing through the same trees and putting his feet on the same steps his first love had taken. There was this feeling in the air that morning, something pure that made Jungkook reminded of his younger self, the one who played on the hills with other children, the one who had spoke to a beautiful man, with blond almost white hair and grey wings. Hoseok had seen it all, in his mind, the moments were projected like some scenes from different movies, he saw Ji-eun, Namjoon who helped young Jungkook after he had been bullied, he saw the books and the words, so many words, ink black and dirty with tears. Hoseok had felt everything too, the fear, the love, the longing and finally that strength just before the knife went through Jungkook’s heart, the way his own hands shook at the vision, just like Jungkook’s had at that time. It was crazy, felt horrifying and tragic. 


Jungkook was killed for wanting to feel more, he was murdered in one of the aisles Hoseok and him walked a billion times, blood shed on clean wood and memories sucked up by pages. 

Jungkook had killed himself. 


Hoseok says those last words out loud and only acknowledges it when Yoongi’s steel chopstick fall into his bowl making a strident sound. It’s out and Hoseok had spoken loud and clear, the realization of it makes him bite the inside of his mouth desperately trying to chase after the taste of a blood he doesn’t have. The demon was made of fire, so hot and burning that his body only felt cold, freezing even. He usually loved the feeling, learned to appreciate every nuance of it, from the numbness to the thrilling suffocation it would give him sometimes. But right now he wished he were a simple human, capable of hurting, of feeling his blood move in his veins.

Jungkook is staring down at his bowl and it’s ridiculous, a ghost couldn’t eat but Yoongi and him always loved to pretend because it helped Jungkook feel less lonely and weird, because like that they all looked like a family, something neither of them really had. The ghost is quiet and Yoongi slowly puts his right hand on the youngest’s forearm while staring at Hoseok’s eyes. 

“Jungkookie…hey baby look at me.” 

Jungkook doesn’t raise his eyes as Yoongi asked, he looks at Hoseok and the demon backs off by the impact, standing up immediately. 


“You researched my past?” Cuts Jungkook with a growl. It’s angry; it’s what Hoseok deserves, really. 

“Let me explain…”

“Explain what? How you’re so fucking full of yourself and a disrespectful son of Satan? I can’t believe you did this.” He turns to Yoongi “can’t believe you let him do this to me Hyung…I hate you. I hate this.” Jungkook stands up and runs to the door quickly followed by Hoseok who’s running after him but Yoongi’s screaming an incantation. One that makes the ghost and the demon stop, unable to make any move. The wood smell is strong making Hoseok dizzy and slowly heating the center of his body, Jungkook screams and cries while begging the witch to free him from the spell.

“I won’t until both you decide to calm down and talk. I can’t believe I have to use my power against the both of you.” 

Yoongi seems utterly exhausted and Hoseok thinks of Jimin who left only yesterday, of how he had been yet again selfish and dumb and Jungkook hears it, quickly glancing at Hoseok. They had instituted this thing not so long after they had become friends, a way to communicate without speaking out loud, just thanks to thoughts, it was practical, saved them a huge amount of time but unfortunately needed a lot of energy. 

Hoseok knows the ghost is watching him and that they’re connected so he talks while Yoongi scrubs his face slowly making it turn red, lost in thoughts. 

I’m sorry. I am so sorry but please let me explain, let me tell you what I found, why I did all of that. Jungkook, I’m sorry please if you don’t do it for me, do it for Hyung.

The ghost listens and glances at Yoongi before going back to the demon.

Fuck you.

“Okay I’ll stay.” 

Hoseok tries not to look surprised by how both of the answers are opposite. Yoongi comes back to them, eyes purple and sleepy, surely emptying himself of his energy gazing at the ghost carefully.

“For real?” 

The question seems to hurt Jungkook for a reason Hoseok doesn’t understand. 

“Yes Hyung, just, please just let go, break this.”

“You won’t leave?” Yoongi asks this time and Hoseok knows it’s for him so he tries to nod but when he can’t he answers with a small “I won’t. Promise.” 

With a nod and a sigh from Yoongi, they’re able to move again and the demon must affirm that the witch’s power still surprises him, by how confident and how in control of it he seems to be. The air is glowing with something unusual, Hoseok wonders if it comes from Yoongi or even Jungkook. Now that the news is out there, the ghost might have set something free without even being aware of it. It feels like trees and high grass, velvet green and cold nights, strangely reminds him of Taehyung. The moon holds its light that peeks through the open windows, they all are seated on the couch in a way they did so many times yet it feels different. It’s like fawning goodbyes, like a drama scene, cliché and just full of resentment, tiredness and fear so Hoseok starts to talk. He never had been fond of those awkward moments where it seemed as if the control of the situation was given to someone else, he never liked being in the middle of smothering gatherings, that was a Jimin and Yoongi thing, they always excelled in being friendly and outgoing, a smile when needed, a look if needed. It was inspirational, made Hoseok’s insides break a bit too, it was hard to understand and as he explained the situation and the result of his researches to the ghost, the demon thought that it might be really hard for his friend to understand too. It’s delicate to speak about someone’s life while trying to show honest respect to it, while trying to not empty it of its sense. It’s sensitive and it’s something Hoseok has a hard time doing but Yoongi is there and Jungkook too so he continues as he talks about Ji-eun, about the love and the books. It’s complicated, especially when it’s a friend who doesn’t remember a thing about it, weird as it feels like Hoseok knows more about the ghost than Jungkook himself. It requires some silence, some time where they’re only able to listen to the cars passing in front their flat, where they can hear Jungkook’s memories coming back to him in dribs and drabs.  It becomes even harder when the ghost starts asking questions and it makes the demon think of himself questioning his friend back in the library about things that were more or less important, about Jimin. Yoongi has a hand on the back of Jungkook who still looks real but far less than before and Hoseok knows how much comfort and warmth this simple gesture gives. Jungkook looks more like a ghost and the demon never have been happier to see it, than watching his friend go back to that cloudy silhouette, still eyes beautiful and smile so calm. 


“That’s a lot.” 

Hoseok attempts a smile, something reassuring but it turns into an ugly grimace. 

“I know…I’m sorry.” 

“I’m still angry.” 

“And you’ve got all the right to be. I was an asshole.” 

Hoseok glances at Yoongi and sees that the oldest is already watching him. The words from the day before seem to resonate and the demon bites his lips wondering why he always searches for conflict. 

“You’re not.” Jungkook’s words make Hoseok look at him. 

“I am, Jungkook. I shouldn’t have done all this behind your back. It was…”

“Disrespectful.” Yoongi cuts, harsh but so true. “But you did it because you care and I’m sure Jungkookie will understand.” 

The ghost raised his gaze at the witch a small smile creeping on his mouth and Hoseok knew what was going to be said even before it did came out of Jungkook, it gave him a headache.

“With time?” 

Yoongi smiles, lavender eyes looking warm and kind. “Always with time.”

“Will you be okay?” Jungkook’s asked and there was something edgy in the way his voice sounded, Hoseok couldn’t pinpoint what exactly though. Yoongi sighed and turns to watch the TV which was plain dark before sliding his eyes to Hoseok for a second. 

“I think so yeah.” 

“Jimin left…a friend told me. I’m sorry Hyung.”

Yoongi passes a hand in the ghost’s hair and suddenly Hoseok is reminded of how young his friend is, seeing him there, next to Yoongi, he screamed youth. 

Maybe Jimin was Yoongi’s youth, someone who made him shine the way only innocence could. 

“I know he did. It’s okay baby, not your fault.”

“It’s not yours either.” Yoongi looked back at Jungkook, surprised, and there was gratitude in those lavender pupils, something Hoseok should have known was chased. 

“Thank you.” 

It said with a small voice, calm and thankful. 

“Jungkook?” The ghost looks back at Hoseok, eyes watery. Maybe it was because he knew the weight and the consequences of the talk they just had, maybe it was only a reflection of Hoseok’s face, like looking at a mirror. “Can I have a hug please?” Hoseok never asked this type of thing but it felt right this time. Jungkook and him were close, always on top of each other, holding hands, sitting close while reading the same book, eating noodles at a park, feet touching, ticklish because of Jungkook’s aura. They never asked, never had too, not a time where they scared to be physically close to each other and knowing that Hoseok might have hurt the youngest so much that he didn’t feel comfortable toward skin ship was weird, yet felt right. He needed to ask, to respect the possibility that the ghost wouldn’t want to anymore. 

“Of course,” says Jungkook while throwing himself into Hoseok who just holds his friend tight, “of course you can” murmurs the youngest slowly as if it was supposed to be heard only by Hoseok. Yoongi glances at them before gathering the cups and going to the kitchen, letting them have their time. “I’m still pissed off Hyung, I’m sorry for saying bad things earlier. I think I understand why you did that even though I felt betrayed a little bit.” Hoseok hides his head into Jungkook’s neck and stays there, smells and memorizes the feeling, the sensation the youngest always gave him.

 “I’m sorry. I love you, please don’t hate me.” The words seem to have jabbed the ghost as he backs up to look at Hoseok’s face. 

“Never. I’ll never hate you, earlier was just bullshit. You might do shitty things sometimes, a lot, but I’ll never hate you. You’re so good Hyung, you’re good. And time will help, Yoongi-Hyung is always right.” 

Hoseok smiles before grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and glancing at his friend’s face. 

“Yes Hyung is usually right.”

Jungkook pouts and rolls his eyes at the same time.


This time it’s Hoseok who rolls his eyes.

“Hmm, anyway, come here. I never want to let you go, my precious Jungkookie.” 


Jungkook laughs, noise muffled by Hoseok’s chest. 

The best sound the demon might have ever heard if you ask him. 




Letting go was something Hoseok was bound to do. Whether it was Snoopy the dog he had adopted after a mission that had gone bad, Aiko, one of his lovers, or Hafid, that old man who used to live in the flat above his. Hoseok parted ways with hundreds of people he cared for, had seen them slowly disappear from his life without really leaving him any choice. Sometimes they even asked for it, Hoseok remembers Hafid, old and shaky asking him to help him make all the noises and pain quiet, pleading him to make his night endless. It was hard but when Hoseok had done it, when he finally had been able to see peace and contentment on Hafid’s face, letting it all go, the memories, the hot curry, the stories about Nora and the trips in the deserts; how they came to Korea, settled here, feeling quite out of place but staying because they loved the country, the culture that was so far away from them, a deep voice full of warmth and adventures, it was all worth it to set it free. It almost felt fair, something Hoseok was proud of. It needed strength to let it all go because Hafid wanted it, required for Hoseok to not be selfish. Looking back at it now, he doesn’t really know why he had done it, a gut feeling, a pitch of voice, of someone who was like a father to him, a friend, an example. It had been hard but felt fulfilling at the same time, being aware that you helped someone you loved. Hoseok thinks of Snoopy too, that beagle with long ears and big eyes. The demon had been on a mission where he had to make a man, the owner of Snoopy, commit a burglary at one of the biggest banks in Oslo, throwing constant whispers in the man’s mind, making him believe that he was doing the right thing, that it was his last solution. Everything had been under control until the young man snapped out of it and found himself in the middle of a building; gun in hand, people looking at him mortified, on the verge of crying, some watching him as if he were death itself. Hoseok had tried to take over, but unable to do so, the boy went crazy killing the hostage before putting a bullet in his head. Snoopy was in the car, getting out of this mess, Hoseok had seen the little ball of fur and couldn’t let it stay alone. Yoongi was not fond of the dog at the beginning when Hoseok had came back with it, more because it was proof of  the demon’s mistake than because they had to take care of it. With time Snoopy had grown on the witch with who they had a special relationship. Snoopy stayed with them for 14 years before dying of old age and letting go had been bitter somehow, like a page that turned itself. 

A page in a book that was dedicated to Aiko. 

Aiko was a beautiful woman; black hair cut short, gummy smile and crescent eyes. She was someone Hoseok had met in an underground club of Osaka back in the twenties. Intimidating, always seated on a stool in front of the counter, book in hand, pencil placed behind one of her ears, she kept drawing the artists that performed each night. The first time they saw her, Yoongi was there, Jimin too, and it was a crazy evening, one of those where Hoseok wished he had been alone. Bitter of their first meeting, a bit childish about it too, the demon started to come alone. Yoongi had asked why they weren’t welcomed anymore, Hoseok can still make up the way the witch eyes had looked at him, can remember Jimin’s hand as well on Yoongi’s shoulder asking to let go. The witch had done it, effortlessly, which made the demon go into a space he didn’t quite like but kept quiet and thanked Jimin with a wink that was returned sweetly. So the demon had found himself in Sakura every Thursday night as it was the day where people who step their feet on stage danced and sang, his favorites. Aiko seemed to love drawing colorful silhouettes with black charcoal; it was something that put the demon in a state of awe. It started as a fling, for the both of them, slowly, with care and tension; their relationship built itself on its own. Aiko was a human, held an incredible open mind as she accepted Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin and all the surprises that came with living with people from the other side. Aiko loved citrus tea; Hoseok loved her for all she was, even her lack of taste in teas, he loved her with his entire fire heart, with all his burning insides. He had stayed at her side until her last breath. It was July, hot, damp and deadly. Hoseok had started to spread cold in the room since the morning as usual for Aiko to feel good but he knew that death was coming, even she herself was aware of it, asking him to stay next to her, to not let her hand go. 

Hoseok had held onto it with all the will he could give. 

During that time they had talked quietly about all the years they had spent together, how Hoseok started to be called Aiko’s boyfriend to Aiko’s son, it made them laugh and it was thrilling to hear the sound for one last time. By the end of the day, Aiko was dead.  Jimin next to Hoseok in that bedroom in the middle of Osaka, trying to untie the demon’s hand that was still holding Aiko’s cold one, like life depended on it. 


Letting go asked for a lot of things, it was something they all got used to with time. The aftermath was still sour though, making their minds hurt, turning their bodies into numb boxes the more they were confronted with it. Letting go was supposed to be easier after going through it for so many times so why Hoseok was still breaking so hard, why did it seem that it was the opposite, that the more he let go, the more darkness had grown. 


Letting go was something Hoseok was bound to do, something he hoped he would learn someday. 


Yoongi sits down on the bed bringing back Hoseok, a smile on his face. The demon wonders if it was all a mask under which the oldest hides himself, if what he showed to the world was fake, just expectations, looks that would make everything easier, stopped people from asking too much. He asked himself how the oldest still seemed reasonable after Jimin leaving or Jungkook starting to slowly make his way to where he should be. That coldness of soul, that intellectual approach toward all the events that occurred in their life Yoongi had was something Hoseok admired as much as he was petrified of it. 

Was it all a show? Was it a way to protect himself, or just a life philosophy, something the oldest has chosen? Was it fair to the souls who cared for him? Was it right? 

So many questions which the demon didn’t have answers for. It would be easy to get them, but Hoseok was tired, Jungkook would be leaving in two days.

Big talks could be held when their time came. 


“What did you say?” Asks Yoongi still eating his peach.

Hoseok scratches his hair before letting out a breath. 


“Sure, Hob.”

Yoongi lowered himself to give Hoseok a long kiss, peachy smell all around, before going back to his book. Hoseok stared some more and the thought of letting Yoongi go remained as impossible, and the realization of it made the youngest wonder how the witch might be feeling right now. 

If he were being honest, it gave him painful shivers just thinking about it. 


Yes letting go was something Hoseok was bound to do but it still sucked anyway. 




Jungkook is here in the kitchen popped on the counter gazing at Yoongi who’s cooking again for them. The witch loved making dishes, cooking for Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, it seemed to give him a sense of pride, made him happy to see people around him feel appreciative and content. Jungkook passes a tomato to the witch who takes it silently before starting to cut it into pieces. Hoseok watches them quietly, fingers tapping on his forehead. 

“Want me to help?” 

Jungkook turns back to him and shrugs before nodding toward Yoongi. 


Yoongi answers that they don’t need anything for now without even turning around which gives Hoseok the go to leave for the bathroom. There in front of the mirror he stares at his face, at the dark circles growing under his eyes, the way his hair is getting longer, forming little curls at the end of each strand. He’s trying to keep it together as the demon knows this is his last night with Jungkook. Tomorrow the ghost will go to the other side, soul disappearing forever, leaving Hoseok behind. He wished the numbness would come already, hoped that Jungkook was already gone, that only the absence was there. Hoseok lowers himself to splash some cold water on his face and when he stands up Seokjin is there, in the mirror as if the headache that started to take over the demon’s mind was a hint of his long time friend coming for a visit. 

“Thought you would come earlier.” 

“Well I was busy, more than you as we both know.”

Hoseok sighs and lowers himself again, ignoring the older demon who waits patiently, still stuck inside the glass.  

“What do you want?” 

“You know exactly why I am here Hoseok.”

“Jungkook is here.”

“I don’t fucking care. It’s been three weeks.” 

“I know.” 

“Three weeks, so many days without anything from you, not even a message. Call Yoongi.”


“To break this fucking spell. Seriously why does he protect every single piece of glass in this house?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Maybe because he doesn’t want you to come whenever?”

“Call Yoongi, Hoseok.” 

“Hyung! Come here a minute please.” 

Hoseok hears the noise of utensils being put down, Yoongi’s voice saying that he’ll be right back to Jungkook before muffled footsteps grow louder. The witch opens the door, a knowing look on his face, eyes purple by reflex. 

“Why is he here?”

“Hello Yoongi.” There’s this teasing tone in Seokjin’s voice sounding weirdly smothered by the mirror. 

“Hello Seokjin, so happy to see you. Felt your incredible aura from the kitchen, it was exquisite.” Yoongi says hypocritically. 

“I’m honored.”

“Why the fuck did you call me here Hob?”

“Free him please, we need to talk.” 

“Jungkook is right in the kitchen.”

“I know Hyung. Just do it. Please we’ll be quick.”

 Yoongi stares at him, eyes harsh and getting darker. 

“If he causes a mess, I’ll kill him.”


“I’m still here you know.”

“Oh shut up Jin-Hyung! No shitty business or I’ll kill you.” 

Yoongi gives one last bitter look to Seokjin before closing the door, making Hoseok let out a breath he was holding. The demon sees his friend extract himself from the glass with difficulty before he completely materializes in the air, just in front of him. 

“So three weeks without a job done nor a call. I assigned them to you though. Explain.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“With Jungkook? I’m sorry Seok but you’re a demon not a babysitter. Spreading darkness, that’s your job, that’s your priority.”

“I needed a break.” 


Hoseok hates when Seokjin speaks to him this way, formal, like they weren’t friends, as if they didn’t grow up together. The oldest demon was a coach, someone that helped Hoseok since the beginning, whenever he needed advice, or just someone to talk with; Seokjin was there for him, like a big brother, a light to follow in their dark and obscure environment. 

“Jimin left. Jungkook will be gone tomorrow, I’m tired.”

“That’s why your little love stinks this much, how do you manage?”

Hoseok closes his eyes, it’s true that since Jimin left, Yoongi’s wood smell tended to be stronger, but the demon had gotten used to it, learned to like it so it wasn’t bothering him as much anymore. 

“I don’t really pay attention to it anymore.” 

Seokjin sits down on the edge of the bathtub, quickly joined by Hoseok.

“Lucky you, I’m struggling over here. So Jimin left…explains how in such a shitty mood your love is then.”

“Can you stop that?” 

“What, calling him your love?”

“Yes, it’s weird.”

“But it’s true. Anyway when did the fly leave?”

“He’s an angel.” 

“Have wings, annoy the shit out of you, hard to kill and make loud noises, sounds about the same to me. So when?”

“Ugh whatever. A few days ago, Namjoon came for him.”

“Do you know why?” 

“Not really.”

“How’s Yoongi doing now that his love is gone?”

“I don’t know.”

“I see.” They stay quiet an instant, finally able to hear Yoongi and Jungkook mumble back in the kitchen. Seokjin puts a hand on Hoseok’s thigh and squeezes it spreading burning warmth. “You know you’ll be able to meet Jungkook right? And for Jimin and Yoongi, you’ll find a solution, it’s not like he’s dead.” 

Hoseok scoffs and closes his eyes. “I won’t be able to meet him as much as I want. For the other two, I just don’t want to talk about it really.” 

“You miss him?” 

Hoseok looks up and right there he finds kindness, something people might not expect from demons, he sees compassion and love, but the thing that scares him the most is that he can see understanding. 

Him, him could mean so many people but it’s as if Seokjin knew exactly who it was. 

“I do.” 

“Hmm you’ll be okay. I’ll give you a week break, a week Hoseok, not more. Don’t worry about home; I’ll talk to the guys and the chef about it.”

“Thank you Hyung.”

Seokjin stands up, walking until his body is facing the mirror. He turns around, a smirk and eyes  yellow, “Enjoy your night Yoongi.” He turns toward Hoseok “And you. Don’t ghost on me.” he says while giving a wink to the younger demon before disappearing as quickly as he came. As soon as Seokjin left, a purple light expand itself on the glass proving that Yoongi certainly heard the old demon’s goodbye. Hoseok stands up chuckling while joining the others at the kitchen. 

“Hyung! Come see what Yoongi is doing, this is so cool.” Screams with enthusiasm the youngest and Hoseok shakes all the bad thoughts from his mind. 


Tonight it’s Jungkook night. 




Hoseok thought that as soon as the ghost would leave, he’ll go back to the life he had before meeting him that it would be easy, or at least require only a few hours to manage the absence. 

“A lie.” Yoongi had said that night, back in their bed when Jungkook had left for the library after eating a last meal with them. “It’s not going to be easy, stop trying to fool yourself.”

“It will if I want to.” 

“Whatever Hob. Good night.”

Their talk had ended like that. Yoongi had been right again and Hoseok couldn’t help himself remembering the ghost saying that the witch was always right.

 It wasn’t easy nor hard, it was just special in its own way, complicated and mixed. Hoseok still went to the library but there wasn’t someone waiting for him anymore, someone who would recommend a book, will scare him by coming out from the most unexpected places. The space would stay as Hoseok’s safe place for eternity but there always will be something missing, making the book’s smell and dust less important, hold less power. With work that Seokjin had sent him as soon as the week went by, Hoseok had found something to focus on, working more than he had for the last few years. He took every mission, sometimes not even reading about it, just doing it. Yoongi had another coping mechanism, he took time for himself, wrote a bit in that book of his, spent time concocting new spells and potions. With time they started to create this new dynamic, one without Jungkook or Jimin, one where they tried to feel complete as much as they could. They weren’t lacking, holes in their daily lives weren’t eating them anymore, they tried their best to start over like they already have done so many times and it seemed to work.  

It took a little more than a month, much less than they both expected but maybe were they on their way to get used to it, to how their lives were. 


Hoseok’s phone rings and the demon looks up at the last few students who pack their books before deciding to answer anyway. 



“Am I disturbing you?”

“No, not really, late class is over. So what’s up?”

“Are you feeling good?

“Yes. Huh why do you ask?” Yoongi sighs and Hoseok turns around to see that only one student is still there, looking like he’s waiting for him, staring blankly at the window at the back of the demon’s desk. “Hyung, wait a second.”


“Nell? Hey, do you need something?” 

The boy seems to come back to himself, still looking a bit out of it though. “No, hmm I thought I saw something…” Hoseok understands what when he turns to stare at the same window. There stands Seokjin, white clothes, violet hair up, a smirk on his face. “There’s nothing there Nell.” 

“Yes. Anyway have a nice day Professor.”

“You too.”


Hoseok watches the student leave the class before turning his eyes on his friend while bringing his phone back to his ears. 


“Hyung? Sorry a student had a question. So how are you, why are you calling suddenly?”

“When will you come back tonight? You said you’d be home early.”

Hoseok glances at Seokjin knowing well the demon is hearing every little piece of their conversation. 

“Well something came up, don’t wait for me…I’m sorry”

“Hmm alright…”

“Hyung? Are you okay?”


“I’ll try to be home as soon as I can.”

“Sure… Say hello to Seokjin for me.”

Hoseok chokes. 

“How do you…”

He doesn’t have the time to finish asking Yoongi that the witch has already hung up. 

“How did he know?”

“Yoongi is a powerful witch. You’ll send him my greetings too.”

Hoseok sits on his desk, phone still in hand. It seems like Yoongi will forever surprises him, that however many days they spent together, however many times their souls will be taking the same path, the witch will have new resources, habits and impressions to give out. Like the water of a fountain never ending. Hoseok scoffs. “He probably knows you said that…”

Seokjin looks at him like he’s the dumbest creature he has ever seen.

“He’s not god.”

“Anyway, you have a job for me I guess?”

“Right. A club in il-dong called Esukeu. Name : Kono Misoka.”

“She’s Japanese...”

“I thought you were fluent…An issue with that?” 

“No, I am fluent. Just continue please.”

“Perfect! So Age : 31.”

“She’s young.”

“Hoseok-ah, are you going to keep saying the most oblivious things? I love you sweetie but let me finish. I’m kind of in a hurry.” Hoseok rolls his eyes but keeps quiet. “So yes 31 years old. She goes to Esukeu almost every day to be honest she’s a mess. Easy target, easy job. ”

“And why?”

“Oh Satan’s a bitch and just want you to fuck her up, the usual.”

Hoseok laughs and it’s honest, it’s fresh, makes him realizes it didn’t happen for a long time. 

“Oh I see. Any more info I should know?”

“I’ll send you a vision later so you’ll know what she looks like. But Hoseok, you shoot with your honey voice, really you can do whatever but we don’t want her dead.”


“Oh easy, she’s a witch.”

“What the fuck Hyung?”


“A witch really? You know I don’t do fucking witches.”

“Because of Yoongi?” 

“What, no! You said it was an easy job, how the hell is this easy?”

“Her powers are down. You take control, steal the last source of her power, clean and leave. Easy.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Oh yes you are.”

“Hyung, I’m not going to fucking steal the last fragment of a witch’s power.”

Seokjin straightens up and gazes at Hoseok who has his eyes on the ground. He never did a witch, not only because of Yoongi but because those were dangerous missions. Hoseok was used to humans and fairies, used to sweet talking and clever touches. Witches were strong and could sense his aura from a hundred miles away, this was a suicide mission, numbed power or not. 

“And can I know why?”


“Wrong answer. Hoseok-ah, you said your relationship with Yoongi wouldn’t cause an issue.”

“It has nothing to do with him. No issue here, I just don’t want to do this job.”

“Stop lying. It has everything to do with him and It certainly is causing an issue now Hoseok.”

“It’s not because of Yoongi. It’s dangerous.”

“And if I give a job, you do it whether it’s dangerous or not. You’re a demon for Satan’s sake.”

Hoseok raises his gaze to his friend, sneaky yet hurt. 

“What are you insinuating?”

“That you’re not a human but a demon despite having a job as a teacher or a lover. Understood?”

Hoseok’s body gets cold and the room is cut into two. Seokjin’s burning side and his, freezing so strongly. Words are powerful, words hold sometimes too much meaning and people happen to catch them in the wrong way, put the intent that their mind wants into them. Words are transcendental, no surprise humans lack respect toward them.


“Good. I expect a report.”



“Hyung I said understood okay? I’m on it.”

“I know…take care.”


Like that Seokjin disappears, leaving bitter feelings growing into Hoseok’s chest. Yoongi will know as soon as he comes home that he has a witch as target, he’ll smell her aura, will maybe even feel what Hoseok has done to her. He can already imagine what’s going to happen, can hear the silence, smothering like the cold gets sometimes and he’s already tired of the seconds. The demon bites his lips, it’s complicated, more and more with time, him as a demon, Yoongi, everything seems to want to stumble down as if it didn’t stabilize itself some days ago. Looks unfair, feels like it too and sighing, Hoseok wished Jungkook was here to advise him.  

His phone vibrates and Hoseok takes it out. 


From Yoongi : 

Hob…be careful please.


The night is his now.




The rain pours on the window of the bus, Hoseok gazes at the water falling slowly. Everything seems to say that tonight he should just go home and cuddle with Yoongi, maybe finally have that talk about Jimin but yet here he is in the bus to il-dong, work clothes still on. The demon tilts his head on the seat and closes his eyes; he received the vision a bit earlier. Kono is tall and slim, long wavy red hair, eyes black like coal, a little moon tattoo on her neck. She also has a cross on her wrist, a way to recognize her, the vision was blurry but the demon had the time to decipher other hundred of drawings on her skin without really knowing what they were. Kono was like most of the witches, but she had that glittery aspect to her, shiny, brilliant like stars, Hoseok knew she’ll be easy to catch in the club, can see how in the center of the space she’ll be. Sometimes people without intending to do it were thrown at the front of every gathering as if their soul chased looks and touches, as if the world were waiting for them since its beginning. 

Hoseok’s stop is announced and when he opens his eyes, the street is dark, neon lights all around. Fast like the rain, the demon goes down from the bus to a little street in between buildings where he changes his clothes, puts some make-up on and changes his hair color. Hoseok had that habit to change his hair color whenever he had a mission; it felt right, put him at peace, like a ritual, something that promised him that the job will go well. Perfume on to hide who he really is, electric orange strands, he makes his way into the club.  


The song is loud, the smell of alcohol and weed as well, nothing unusual or surprising coming into a place like this one. It’s still quite early but the club is already packed, bodies dancing and moving in cohesion, sticking together closely, touching each other mercilessly. Hoseok goes straight to the bar to have a drink but mainly to have a global vision of the space. The air in his lungs is cold, his mind in control, having a drink will only increase his powers, will give him a good enough amount of craziness so he takes a shot then another. Still no Kono is view but Hoseok lets himself enjoy the music to the point where he even goes in the middle of the dance floor, just to be close, to see if he can sense someone coming from the other side, if there’s someone like him. The energy is bubbling and getting at its climax as time passes, the demon lost in the middle of warm bodies. Hoseok at times like these wishes he were like the people that surround him, dealing with feelings, living knowing tomorrow might be your last day.

Hoseok is jealous. 

He is of the boy two feet away kissing that girl as if it was the first time, which is after all, just two strangers sharing a moment. He is jealous of the group of friends behind him who laugh and scream while dancing; he is of everyone in this world for having a choice, having a voice of their own. Hoseok doesn’t want their bodies nor to take their place, no, Hoseok just wishes to be somebody else. Someone who would love Yoongi like now but better, someone who would get wild on week-ends, drink, dance and change his hair color for fun. Hoseok would want to be someone with a dream that nobody believes in, would beg to be Jungkook’s friend while the youngest was still alive. Looking at his loves through outstanding lenses that will draw a new world whenever he wished for it. Though, Hoseok loves being a demon, it’s him, runs in his insides, reflects on his skin, explains the light in his eyes so he closes them and starts to dance. He can be whoever he wants during his jobs anyway. The music gets louder, the bass sound making his heart pound harder and it’s perfect, he can feel her coming in, can sense her lunar smell, she’s a moonchild, one that destroys the nights. 


Kono delivers a small smell, strong enough for Hoseok to note but she is weak, her aura blurry as if it was screaming for help, seeking for a soul to enter and never leave. Like a dark necessity, Hoseok follows her with his eyes until she stops at the bar asking for booze, the alcohol, warm and fuzzy. She lines up the shots and the demon is like an animal staring at his prey, he guesses it’s the same for every other species. Someone who kills and one who is killed, a sensible chain, something that allows the world to spin in the right direction. He picks at his hair, turns it into a messy tuft of orange, pretty and dangerous, eyes scattered by brown and black Hoseok goes to sit next to Kono, holding his breath. She turns around, let her eyes fall on him, and examines his body before pushing a little glass in front of him.

“A drink?”

Hoseok smirks. She’s clueless.

“Why not?”

Kono pours a shot of sake for him that she gives him with a smile before pouring one for herself. 

“You come here often?”

She drinks the shot and takes another one. 

“Yes, almost every day. First time I’ve seen you though.”

“Fancy changing places. I don’t like being tied down.”

“Interesting. Wanna dance?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” 


Shoot with honey voice, steal, clean and leave. 

Seokjin’s words echo in his mind as he has his hands on Kono’s waist. The dancing and the sake seemed to have made her senseless, freeing her mind. Kono has a big mouth, she talks too much when she’s with pretty boys but it’s making Hoseok’s work easier so he goes along with it, encourages it even. She listens well though, allowing the demon to take control over her slowly as it seems like she has no idea of who Hoseok is. Kono talks and whispers but she still doesn’t want to share from where her power comes, making the situation difficult, yet they have time, Hoseok can be patient. He brings his hand to her neck, holds there, so close to the moon tattoo, if he touches it, she will probably know that he’s from the fire realm, that he’s a demon. However, being on the edge of danger like that gives him a thrilling sensation, Hoseok understands why it’s easy to control humans if this is what they’re feeling as he murmurs to them. He would do it too because it’s hard to feel this with the same amount of deepness and power, it had happened with Yoongi and Jimin but Hoseok gets the better highs when he’s working. It’s empowering, makes you believe that you can do anything which is true in this case. He grips Kono’s neck harder, squeezes it a little making her free a low moan, she comes closer and Hoseok keeps asking her mind to give way, to let him have access to every part of it, that he’s good for her, that she wants it. 


“Kono? Hey Kono look at me.”

She does and her eyes are glassy, she’s so messed up and Hoseok’s heart stings with something he tries to push far away. “Hey tell me where do you put it hum? Where is it?”

“Huh, what do you want? I can give it to you.”

Hoseok lets out a deep sigh, closing his eyes, it’s getting late and it seems like he can’t get full access to her unconscious despite the fact that she’s at his feet as if… 

As if someone was protecting her.

He snaps out of it, eyes wide open scanning the room but it’s even fuller than when he arrived making it hard to focus. Then he feels it, the hand crawling back to him, climbing up from the middle of his thigh to the side of his back. He senses the body aligned with his, making their flesh touch in the most endearing way possible, like they care. Hoseok loses it right there, hands leaving Kono who stays close to him, still under his control. The demon’s breath accelerates as the hand feels so familiar, like an old tune he puts on repeat, a dangerous touch that electrifies his mind and connect itself to Yoongi. 

Does he wanna know? 

Does he wanna know when his body already screams him the answer. His head falls on the shoulder of the person without his control, like hypnotized by a way to touch. 

There at the hollow of his ears, he listens to this voice, one that he loves as much as he hates it. One with who everything is complicated yet which he wanted to hear one last time even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud. 


“She’s under my wings. Didn’t know you had orange hair now Hobi…”




Chapter Text

The night isn’t his. 

This was again one of Hoseok’s delusions, thinking that a text from Yoongi and a few words from Seokjin were enough to make the night his. Kono was an easy target, the old demon was right, it should have been quick, just a little job on a Tuesday night, something he would have finished before he even knew it. It could have been like that if he wasn’t there, if he didn’t protect the last part of her soul like it was his, the world could have been Hoseok’s for a night but it isn’t and it feels like an offense. 

Kono is slumped on the dirty wall, red hair falling to the front hiding her pale face, looking small and defenseless like a dead body, just another corpse in a club waiting to find something that’s missing in their life. Hoseok’s breath comes out hard; he touches his mouth which is getting cold, just like the bathroom he’s stuck in. Between the dirty toilet and Jimin, the demon feels trapped, forced to talk, look and do things that he didn’t prepare himself for so he pulls out his phone, seeking peace where he knows he’ll get it. 

“Don’t call him…”

Jimin is there just in front of his eyes and Hoseok is losing his mind because he wants to kiss and punch at the same time, because Seokjin’s voice resonates in his mind, Kono’s too. It’s too much, the alcohol starting to make the demon’s mind dirty and sharp, tempting him to let out words he knows he’ll regret after so he bites the inside of his mouth and breathes in the lies, swallows them back. 

“I need to.”

Jimin approaches him and Hoseok backs off, carefully trying to set physical boundaries for his mind to stay clear and sensible. 

“No you don’t, really. Listen Hobi, just leave.”

“No,” Hoseok commands his heart to hold its tongue but it feels like he’ll never see the day ever again, and the air in his lungs knocks him off. “I have a job to finish.”

“I won’t let you do it. I told you she’s under my wings.” 

“I don’t fucking care Jimin.”

Jimin’s wings are gone, hidden probably thanks to a potion and looking at him like this, he looks normal, human almost. Jimin always looked mortal; he was of the three of them, the one who blended in this world the best as if he belonged here, funny how he’s the first one who left.  Hoseok steps back until he hits the wall which is freezing, everything is so cold around here. He wonders what would happen if someone came in and found Kono like that, see them both kill each other with their eyes. Hoseok wants to devour the angel, scream at him for leaving Yoongi, leaving them but it doesn’t feel like he has the right to say anything so he closes his eyes. The sounds of the club grow louder in his ears yet he can still make out the noises of Jimin coming closer until their feet touch.   

“Hobi…” It’s a whisper, so close and real, until the demon can feel fingers twisting in his hair and finally acknowledge that it is real, all of it. 

Jimin is here.

“I like this new hair color, looks pretty on you.” 

“Thank you.”

“You look like an apricot, it’s cute.”

“I would have said an orange, but apricot it is then.”

“You know you can’t do whatever Seokjin-hyung asked you right?”

“And you know that I have too.” 

Hoseok opens his eyes and Jimin’s are right there looking back at him. His hair is cut short and dark, different from the blond strands he left with. His skin looks good, he looks healthy, and seeing that appeases the oldest somehow. At least he was doing great wherever he was.

“Yoongi would love this new hairstyle.”

It gets out of his mouth even before he can think of it and the pink that grows on Jimin’s neck is a sight to behold. 

“He would… I’m sure he would say that it reminds him of the past.”

“When you used to work at that café in Paris?”

Jimin’s eyes transform slowly into crescents just like when he used to think and imagine things in his mind or when he wanted to smile but refrained himself. It’s soft.

“Yes exactly… France was good.”

“Like all the countries we did.”

“Right.” Jimin stays quiet before raising his eyes “but do you like it?”

“Hmm you look handsome.”

“You’re sweet.” 

Hoseok shrugs and takes advantage of having the angel here to watch him and memorizes all the tiny expressions on Jimin’s face as he’s just standing there. It’s weird, doesn’t look like what the demon had in mind for their last meeting but it’s just like their story, unpredictable so Hoseok goes with it. He always does when it comes to Jimin, doesn’t calculate and lets his soul be led by faith, pretty wings and cherry lips. They stay like that a moment, only Kono’s breathing and the club noises as background sounds. Suddenly everything that had happened during the last few weeks punches Hoseok in the face and there’s so much that Jimin doesn’t know; so many things he couldn’t be there for, next to the witch and the demon, and Hoseok couldn’t do anything about it. Youth manifests himself in his mind, big eyes and dark hair so the demon clears his voice feeling like he had to share the news with the angel. 

“Jungkook left…went to the other side.” 

Jimin sighs and it sounds defeated. “It’s good news.” The angel’s head falls and Hoseok wished he could touch and bring those beautiful eyes back to look at him. “I’m sorry…” 

It’s out and it’s just a few words yet Hoseok doesn’t understand their meaning, for what exactly they’re pronounced and it’s making him tremble. 


Jimin jeers, it’s nasty. 

“For Jungkook. I know how much you cared for him.”

“Oh okay.”

The angel’s eyes climb up Hoseok’s body to finally stop on his face, he stares a moment and shakes his head a little. 

“I’m taking her with me.”


“Listen I won’t let you kill her!” 

“I wasn’t about to.”

“So why are you here?”

“To steal the last bit of power she has.”

“Will it hurt her?”

“Well yeah, I’m gonna tear off the last part of magical energy she has. It’s going to hurt like a bitch but she won’t die, especially if you’re with her.” 

“Go for it.”

Hoseok looks back surprised but he can almost see boredom in Jimin’s face so he approaches Kono who’s on the verge of sleeping. 


“Hey, Kono… Hey.” 

“Yes, Hoseok.”

The woman opens her eyes. 

“Stand up.”

She tries to do as asked but she can’t so Hoseok lowers himself to put his hands under her arms and help her get up. After struggling she’s finally up, breathing right and well and Hoseok can start to work. He begins to talk, let his honey tone plug her mind, it’s weird in front of Jimin but habitual too. The demon can’t count how many times Jimin was next to him as he was doing a job nor how many times he saw Jimin’s wings take over a soul, they’re used to it. Jimin had the habit to say that Hoseok was created to be a demon, that everything in him was lust and slyness, that he was hot when he was working, sweet outside of it, like some sort of messy symbol, someone who made your head turn upside down, a demon

Being aware of it Hoseok whispers and touches.

“Does Yoongi know you’re doing witches now?”

The question gives an acidic slap to Hoseok’s face, making his eyes and inside burn but he ignores it, knowing well what the angel was trying to do and preferring to continue his job, Kono is so close. 



“On my…lower…lower back.”

Kono says it and as soon as it is out, Hoseok brings his hand on the spot and squeezes hard, feeling the power slowly pass from Kono’s lower back to his fingers. It’s rewarding, feeling the pounding of the Moon soil enter his body, it’s annoying seeing Kono’s body collapse on the ground. Jimin quickly comes next to them and surrounds the young woman with an enchanted protection bubble before looking up at the demon. 

“She’s a human now?”

“Yes. Why do you protect her?”

“I can’t tell.” 

Hoseok answers Jimin’s question from earlier reluctantly, “Yoongi doesn’t know.”


Hoseok watches Jimin reinforce the spell before deciding that he should go home, that the night has been already long enough. 

“I’m gonna go.”


“Okay…so bye.”

“Yeah bye.” 

Jimin has his eyes on Kono, doesn’t seem like he wants them to meet Hoseok’s one last time and it’s making the demon angry because he didn’t get to say goodbye last time, and weeks after, it doesn’t look like he’s gonna get them anytime soon. He gets closer to the door when he suddenly feels a body holding him still. 

“Take care of him please.” 

Hoseok forces his body to not tremble before turning around in Jimin’s arms. He gazes at the man he spent so many years with; passes a hand through this short black hair to shut the envy that birthed itself as soon as Hoseok’s eyes had landed on the angel. 

“I will try my best. Be healthy and come visit okay?”

Jimin nods and holds him strongly until Hoseok’s fighting for air, struggling to keep it inside to not explode. They both know that it’s a lie, that Jimin will never come to visit, but for the moment they hold onto the idea of it. 

“Come on, go, I’ll take care of her don’t worry.”



Hoseok pushes the door and runs to get out, scared to do something stupid. Fortunately, when he steps outside, the bus is waiting so the demon gets in and takes a seat. He looks through the window when the engine starts to move and would swear that he saw light grey wings soaring within the dark sky. 




Holding onto something, to someone you see every day, can be easier than you think. It only asks that you put yourself in a certain mindset, draw the lies into it so much so that no one could distinguish them from the pencil strokes. When you live with it, embrace it to the point where you forget about it, it becomes a matter of time until the guilt leaves, until it transforms itself into an untold truth; one you happen to believe yourself after some time. 

So how could someone catch you in a lie when it had became a truth for you? 

With this in mind, Hoseok continued his life with Yoongi without talking about Jimin or Kono.  He took time for the actions to change into what they are now, some reflection of mind, peaceful instants, and casual meetings. To say the demon wasn’t surprised that the witch hadn’t caught onto anything during the first days would be a lie, but people had their own secret garden, their own life, even Yoongi so it made sense. He didn’t waste time to ask questions, went with it, let them go where the wind was blowing, and left all the spitefulness behind. 

Hoseok is smoking for the first time since the fifties if he remembers right. It did nothing to his body, didn’t destroy it the way the smoke would on a human body, but social gatherings, surroundings tended to put this invisible pressure on you and Hoseok was no exception. He rolls his eyes remembering Seokjin sentences, those he used to sneak in the middle of a conversation without really putting any specific intent in them, but they still held meaning. 


You’re a demon.

You’re not human. 

You just work for fun, other than that it means nothing in our world.

Your love.


The old demon was right, utterly, yet acting out was easier than being you, whatever people told you about it. Acting, choosing to be something more convenient and that asked for fewer efforts. Hoseok could be whatever he wanted and Seokjin might have been jealous of it, of that freedom and that’s why he kept up his vicious comments. The demon could love whoever the hell he wanted, could pretend to be a mega superstar for one day and turn into a renowned scientific the next. Everything was the way Hoseok wanted it to be, and he could be real in them even if a part of it all was useless or didn’t hold a deep meaning in the other world. 

Yoongi is next to him, a little blanket thrown over him making him look small. The balcony was one of their favorite places in the flat; it was big enough to have a table, three chairs, and some plant jars. The flora’s smell created a weird mix with the tobacco Hoseok was smoking but it seemed not to bother either of them. The sky was colorful, they were in that specific moment when the day had already left but the night hadn’t arrived yet. 

A temporal hole, quick and repetitive. 

“I miss him.”

The him is Taehyung. 

Hoseok looks back at his love only to see that he was staring at the plants carefully. Yoongi had been missing his family more and more and kept getting emotional day after day. Maybe it was Hoseok’s fault but everything appeared to be lacking in the witch’s life like nothing was good enough anymore. They had visited Jungkook a few days ago after Yoongi had said he was missing him as well and the witch seemed to be better. It was good to see his friend again even if it was only for a few minutes, Yoongi looked happy, content, full of something that was lacking and here, the demon remembers that he’s not the only one able to act. 

“We can go see him? Seulgi too.”

“What about your work?”

“Hyung, I don’t care, we can go.”

“Maybe later…”

The silence takes over and isn’t calm like usual, it makes Hoseok shiver.

“Is everything okay?”

“You never fuck me anymore.”

Hoseok turns around to gaze at Yoongi, choking on smoke but trying to look like he isn’t.  

“I was asking about Tae.”

“I don’t know…I’ve been receiving some messages but nothing to worry about for now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Hundred percent. Hob?”


“So why don’t you fuck me anymore?”

“Stop saying it like that…”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and takes the cigarette from the demon’s fingers. 

“It’s what it is.”

“Not really…”

“Oh so you want me to say make love to me?”

Hoseok takes the camel from the witch’s hold and smashes it with his flip-flop. 

“You do talk some shit as soon as you start smoking huh?”

“I don’t. So why, Hob?”

“We still do things. Are you horny?”

“We do and I’m not…but you don’t fuck me anymore. You never did since Jimin left.”

“It has nothing to do with him.”

“Okay sure.” 

Yoongi stands up and Hoseok holds his hand making him sit again, a bit closer this time. 

“You want us to…do it?”

“Fuck Hoseok, fuck you can say it, and no.”

“Then why do you ask?”

“Because I find it interesting that you stopped doing it as soon as Jimin left.”

“I’m tired.”

“You’re a demon.”

“I know?”

“Well it seems like you forget it lately…”

“Can you all stop with this?”


“Who else. I know that I’m a demon and wanting to fuck you has nothing to do with it.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Whatever, Hyung.”

Yoongi stands up and turns until his back is thrown to Daegu’s city, face and heart looking at Hoseok. From above, Yoongi looks beautiful, breathtaking even, despite the fact that he still has some tomato sauce stuck at the side of his mouth, and hair, a tangled mess. 

“What’s happening to you?” 

“I could ask the same thing to all of you.”

“But you never do Hoseok.”

“Right, must be a reason.”

“You know you can say shit to me, I don’t understand what’s happening to you, whatever is going on in your life, but we said we will talk, always. The three of us, Hob, we said we will talk and not hold useless thoughts in. What happened to that?”

Hoseok stands up as well not liking being watched from above anymore. It made him feel weak. 

“Well a lot!”

“I’m all ears.”

“One of them left so what promises are you talking about?”

“You’re sad…” 

Yoongi’s voice is soft and Hoseok hates it, it’s killing him. 

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Not because of him, I’m angry.”

“More like jealous.”

“I’m a demon after all.”

“You miss him?”

“You don’t?”

It’s cold and the demon loves how his body is getting hot. 

“Of course I do.”

“It’s unfair that he left like that.”

“That he left me behind you mean?”

“Yes. It was a coward move.”

“I agree, but Hob, maybe he didn’t have a choice.”

“Why do you always defend him?”

“Why do you always attack him? See how it changes according to the point of view?”

“Don’t be clever.”

“We’re literally talking…”

“Yes and it started as why you don’t fuck me and ended with Jimin again, doesn’t look like talking to me, more like nagging.”

“Stop it. You miss him, accept it and move on.”

”Whatever you say.”

“Sometimes you’re such a demon, it’s disgusting.”

“You still love me so who’s the real winner here?” Yoongi keeps silent so Hoseok adds “So can we fuck?”

“Hell no.”


“No, not after this, whatever this conversation is.”

“Can we cuddle on the balcony then, share the same blanket and gaze at Daegu’s night sky because we’re here and it’s real?”

Yoongi stares holes at him as if he was reading an open book but the pages were all blurry, no matter how focused he was, he couldn’t read it properly. Pretending is easy with most of the world but with the witch it sometimes required more work because Yoongi knew who Hoseok was, no matter what the demon thought about it. 

“And here you’re honestly looking like an angel. You’re making me crazy, but yes we can cuddle Hob, always.” 

They sit down, Yoongi bringing the blanket over to cover a part of Hoseok’s back. 

“I’m not a fly.” Hoseok pouts.

“A fly?”

“Hmm an angel.”

“That’s a Seokjin word.”

“Yes. Kim Seokjin designed.” 

Hoseok laughs quickly followed by Yoongi mumbling that he should keep a book of Seokjin’s expressions and sentences.


Everything goes back on its tracks and Hoseok must admit that being real and true, showing some hidden part of himself to Yoongi is actually the easiest thing he has ever done. 



Hoseok has Yoongi’s hand in his as they walk in the park, the sun is still up but looks like it’s going to start its descent soon. It’s calm and soothing, just like the library makes the demon feel. As they walk he wonders what will be his next safe place, once they’ll move from Daegu for somewhere else, once everyone in their life now dies and leaves them behind. 

“Do you think you can freeze the sun?”

Hoseok hums and continues their stroll, smiling softly by the witch surprising mind. Yoongi was someone who spoke as soon as a thought came to him, he was curious like most of the mystical creatures, right and fair. 

“I’m not god Hyung.”

“I can probably do it…”


Looking back at the fair skin, the eyes and dark hair, Hoseok thinks that the witch could as well. 


“I think so too Hyung.”



They were settled down in Yoongi’s office, Seokjin going back and forth starting to make the young demon who was seated on a black steel chair dizzy. It has already been so long since his encounter with Jimin but since then everything started to take a troubling path just like when Hoseok kept hearing weird voices during one of his jobs, whispering for him to leave. Here, in the middle of the classy looking office, Seokjin felt out of place, like coming right from an old fantasy book. The demon remembers how long it took for the witch to design this room to what it is now; red colored carpet, wood desk and black art on the walls; it was a place where Yoongi came to rest but also work on his magic. Seokjin finally decides to settle down on a table that was just next to the entry, bringing back Hoseok from his daze.



“Is Yoongi here?”

“No he left to buy food…What’s going on?”

Seokjin’s shoulders fall and Hoseok starts to get more anxious, he had only saw his friend like this a few times and all those were memories he wished he wouldn’t be able to remember at all. The movements of Seokjin’s body tell him more and the demon doesn’t know how to take this, mouth silent but silhouette so expressive, it’s just so disturbing. “Hyung, just tell me?”

“I think we’re at war Hoseok-ah…”

“At war?” 

“At war.”

Hoseok stands up a little too strongly as the chair he was seated on fell making a loud noise in the small space. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Literally what it is, focus for God’s sake.”

“God? Seokjin you’re not telling me it’s starting all over again?”


The two realms had already been in war thousands years ago bringing into their conflicts all the other worlds including the mortal realm. In fact the mortal realm had transformed into a safe place for the magical creatures that wanted nothing to do with the clash that occurred between the Malak realm, the world of the light, of the pure souls, the angels and the Dejin realm, Hoseok’s home, the source of all the fire creatures and sons of Satan. In the mortal world fairies, witches and magicians had found a place where they could protect themselves thanks to the nature and elements or by pretending to be humans. It was a dark time for all species, so much bloodshed that the soil kept throwing it up back to the surface, souls clashed and were stolen until they had finally given up under the torture. Hoseok was too young to remember anything in particular but Seokjin had been in the middle of it, old enough to be sent to fight, to participate in something only the old generation believed in. The young demon will never forget the scar that runs along his Hyung’s side, the one Namjoon had carved in him, forced by hate and someone else’s mind, he’ll forever remember the way he had felt, how Hyoseob and Suran were shaking just like him when the old demon had come back, broken in ways he couldn’t understand at the time. 

Panic rises as the memories flow back in.

Seokjin had been destroyed, their world and people broken into two, and it had taken years for the Malak and Dejin realms to fall under an agreement that held peace until now. 

So why now? What had changed?

Hoseok knew that there were still people from both sides of the worlds who believed in the fact that one species had to disappear, that some weren’t as pure as the others but the fights and wars seemed so long ago that it just didn’t make any sense. It was such a retrograded mindset that the demon couldn’t believe it. Yet again one of the reasons Hoseok had chosen the mortal world was that creatures still had prejudice haunting their minds whenever they saw angels and demons together; witches too as they had helped the angels to fight against the demons back during the conflict. Thus when the opportunity of being a mortal realm demon came through, Hoseok had taken it immediately as it was his only chance to be with Yoongi and Jimin despite the fact that this position wasn’t as good as some other offers he had had. 

So maybe Hoseok believed in his people a bit too much after all. 


“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. I can’t believe I participated in this, I should have checked beforehand. You know I usually do research but this time I didn’t because I was busy and…”

Hoseok interrupts Seokjin’s blathering. 

“Wait…what do you mean?”

The old demon raises his gaze and stares silently. Hoseok thinks he catches something in there he doesn’t like, something scary like guilt, self hatred and feelings he doesn’t want to speak about. “Hyung…”

“I’m so sorry Hoseok-ah. I…I swear I didn’t know. Like I said I was busy and it doesn’t excuse it but…I am sorry…”

“It’s okay Hyung, just tell me what’s happening?”


“What about her?”

Goosebumps grow on the back of Hoseok’s knees, a place where the cold hurts, where it makes you want to scream. Hoseok hated when his own body tried to hurt him in the most ridiculous ways, how sometimes he didn’t have control over his mind and needed Jimin’s feather touch or Yoongi’s spell to appease him. 

“She’s basically the igniter of all this war. By stealing her powers we made the wrong people angry. She was a Saski.”

Hoseok tries to stay calm and let the news set itself in his mind. 

“A Saski? Impossible Hyung, you said she was a witch and Saskis don’t exist anymore.”

“I thought she was, that’s what they told me back home but apparently she was Saski, Hoseok.”

Seokjin pulls at his hair, sighing and Hoseok feels bad, numb too. Saskis were beings coming from the union of an angel and demon, species so strong and pure that they were respected by all the creatures. However they were only legends now, old memories as they were all supposedly killed during the war but apparently they were all wrong. Hoseok sighs because he had nothing to do as panic grew. If a war started, he would be the cause of it all; he’s the one who took Kono’s last powers in front of Jimin. 


“Jimin was there.”

“God, what?”

“Jimin was there when I did the job, said he had to protect her…”

“He let you took her powers?”

It’s a question but sounds more like a dumbfounded comment, still Hoseok decides to answer as talking helps him stay sane

“He did. Watched me empty her body before taking her with him.”

“Oh my god…”

“Hyung, we’re so fucked up right? I fucked up, oh Satan is going to kill me and you used God’s name so many times already, this is the end, I’m going to burn and turn into ashes…Yoongi kept telling me Taehyung was sending weird shit and he wanted to go visit but I…Jimin let me, he knew and still let me… Oh I’m so fucked up I don’t…”

The old demon moves quickly to hold Hoseok’s face between his hands, Hoseok raises his eyes to his friend’s mouth trying to calm his breathing. 

“Calm down, it’s not your fault, all mine. Do you hear me, it’s all mine, you did nothing wrong Hoseok-ah.”

“Fuck that, you’re not gonna weigh yourself with a thing you didn’t even do. I’m the one who fed on her moon pounder. I’m the one who did it.”

“Because I asked you too!”

“I can’t believe Jimin let me do it.”

Hoseok is reminded of Jimin telling him to go for it, like he was talking about going outside or trying a new hairstyle and not like the action Hoseok was about to do would lead to a potential war. He had that aura, like he didn’t care, like it was some trivial thing. A fire pit creates itself in Hoseok’s middle and his eyes turn yellow, like he held so much in him that his body can’t take anything in anymore. He is so angry, feels betrayed and is disgusted with the one he spent so many years with. Seokjin sensing the dark energy growing in Hoseok’s body slaps his cheek carefully which makes the yellow pupils stare at ones who are dark, familiar, and powerful. 

“He might have not known.”

“He knew Hyung, believe me he wanted me to set the fire.”

“Hoseok-ah…don’t make your own assumptions.”

Hoseok scoffs, bitter and feeling bad for believing Jimin once again. 

“Watch me. I’m going to kill him.” 

Seokjin lets his hands fall until they stop on Hoseok’s shoulders.

“You’ll kill him some other time. You need to come back home with me before.”


“His home is here.”


Hoseok and Seokjin turns around to see Yoongi, bags in hand, hair a little wet from the rain that has been pouring outside. He puts down the bags on his desk and glances at them, passing from the old demon to Hoseok, before his purple eyes finally settled down on the youngest. 

“Hob what’s happening?”


“Nothing? Are you kidding me? I can’t even breathe in here.”

“I’m just angry.”

“Listen Yoongi…” 

Yoongi interrupts Seokjin with a look. “Who do you want to kill?” He asked.

“Nobody.” Seokjin tries to evade the question.

“Jimin.” Hoseok says it bluntly.

Seokjin looks back him, eyes wide. Hoseok just shrugs it off, it’s not the first time Yoongi had heard this coming out from his mouth. The witch comes closer and with just one little touch, Hoseok already feel better.

“Why do you want to kill Jimin?”

“Because I miss him.” 

Yoongi brings him into a hug. 

“I know you’re lying but I’ll wait until you want to talk. Just calm down Hob.”

Hoseok watches Seokjin from above Yoongi’s left shoulder and sees in his eyes understanding but also questions he can’t verbally answer now so he just stares back hoping his friend will get his messages. Having Yoongi’s aura all around him soothes his soul and Hoseok closes his eyes trying to find comfort in the eldest’s arms. He can’t talk about what Seokjin came for, can’t share what they discovered or what the demon had done, scared that it will break the witch’s heart for the wrong reasons.  When Yoongi breaks up their embrace, backing off, Seokjin has left, leaving them all alone in the office. 

“Now that Jin-hyung is gone, will you tell me what’s really wrong?”

Hoseok stares but doesn’t seem able to say anything as there are so many answers to that question, so many possibilities for him and choosing right now between one of them makes his head hurts even more. 

“I already told you Hyung.” 

It’s good, simple and the witch might actually believe in it but by the look that grows on Yoongi’s face, it’s not working. 

“Why did he want you to go back?”

“Because there are some issues and Hyung needs my help.” Hoseok goes down to pick up the chair and puts it back to its place. “Should we go see Taehyung?”


Hoseok sits down on the chair and Yoongi decides to do the same on the desk, staying close and making his wood smell hit the demon’s nostrils. This time the smell is making Hoseok feel good, almost high and his body relaxes even though their talk is serious, requires concentration. 

“Well you’re the one who wanted to go visit them.”

Yoongi’s hand caresses Hoseok’s neck endlessly. 

“Yes and you always refused for some reason so why now?”

Hoseok shrugs, looking indifferent but going to visit Taehyung and Seulgi could actually help him in understanding what’s happening in his world. Yoongi had been telling him for a few days now that his little brother kept having visions and that he needed to see his family to talk about them, to decide what they should all do. That’s how usually the Min clan worked and with Taehyung who was one of the most famous seerers in the world of magic, gatherings like those were nothing new to the demon. Most of the time he had felt out of place between people who despised him but kept their hate muted in respect for Yoongi. Also all the times they went, Jimin was there so it was easy, less lonely even if the angel presence had been more allowed by the elders of the Min clan since the beginning. Still, the judgment was there, hovering over their heads, little whispers in the alleys of the mansion whenever the angel and the demon were seen together which was a lot of times considering how busy Yoongi had been whenever he was back home. Those were moments where Jimin and Hoseok were together, jokes, fights and cuddles by hundreds to fight the profound solitude that being in a place where nobody wanted you to exist. Jimin was gone now though and the demon didn’t know if he’d be able to stand there alone, hence why he kept giving negative answers to the witch. However with Seokjin’s news, solitude and side eyeing seemed insignificant.

“I don’t know…a change of scenery?”

“You’re not answering any of my questions, I don’t like it but we can go. I just need to warn Taehyung and aunt Seulgi.”

“You do that. I’m going to go to the library.” Hoseok stands up, styles his orange hair and bites his lips before lowering himself to kiss Yoongi. It’s slow, warm and tired, it’s like solitude mixing itself with fire, it says a lot and the demon knows the witch catches every single word. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.” 



Like that Hoseok teleports himself and disappears. 




The road goes by quickly turning itself into a blur that reminds the demon of Berlin under the snow, how cold it was to walk under the grey sky full of white clouds. Jimin’s hands were always red during their stay in Germany’s capital; Yoongi’s nose used to get pink as soon as they got out. Hoseok loved making fun of them as they struggled with the temperature while his body was in the best environment ever. Beers and greasy diners, dances and long walks, Berlin was good, like a break in their life that made them even closer, especially Jimin and Hoseok. There were screams, fights and warm looks for a long time but that trip, Berlin and its spirit had changed something forever in their relationship making it grow, evolve into something more peaceful and fair. When they had come back to Korea things had been more sober in a way and the demon kept having Berlin in his mind, long empty roads and freezing wind. 

Yoongi kept getting messages from Taehyung, Hoseok kept exchanging thoughts with Seokjin who had given him permission to leave, also believing that it will help their situation, so that’s how they found themselves on the road, trying to calm their minds. Yoongi is driving while Hoseok gazes at the scenery outside, it’s quiet, the radio set on low volume, making the car comfortable enough to keep silent. It feels like Yoongi is running away whenever they go to Seulgi’s house. It’s like he’s fleeing hell after someone finally told him he could go back home, like he’s been waiting for a call all along, standing right by the phone. Hoseok wonders why he had never felt that for the other side, knows that Jimin didn’t as well; having a family, a ground, something that really mattered, it was a Yoongi thing. The demon even sometimes suspected that the only real reason the witch was here, wherever Hoseok and Jimin were, was because he loved them. Maybe he knew that they both needed to leave their world as they couldn’t stay there without being tamed, perhaps he had felt the longing for Jimin to sometimes hide his wings and forget the meaning they had or even how strongly Hoseok wished to be human from time to time. It sounds unfair most of the time, especially when the witch started to tell the stories about home late at night seated on the bed, the demon and the angel by his sides. But the light in his eyes when he looked at them used to reassure them, to make them believe that everything was okay and even-handed. Years later Yoongi is still eager and Hoseok remembers that talk he had with Jimin in their small bathroom in Busan. 


Flash back


Jimin is going back and forth in the crowded bathroom hitting his knee on the sink whenever he turns around which creates a pretty sound. Hoseok just got up and his hair is messy, his eyes still half closed but when the angel had came back from his usual morning walk literally dragging him out quietly to not wake up Yoongi from the bedroom, the demon had no choice but to follow.

“We need to go back. You know that right because we really can’t stay like this...” Hoseok closes his eyes and yawns while listening to the angel spouting nonsense he didn’t want to hear this early. Jimin had a sweet voice most of the time but in the morning it was quite deep, husky in a way that made you want to go back, cuddle the pillow, and lose to sleep. “Hyung!” Comes with a slap and the demon opens his eyes wide this time, anger running out of them.

“What the fuck?”

“Keep quiet, Hyung is gonna wake up.” Jimin’s hair is also messy, something the demon remembers only now. “Ugh you make me so angry sometimes.”

“Why do you want to go back?”

Jimin looks at him with those eyes and Hoseok hates it because they’re absolutely right.

“Hyung is sad. We need to accept Seulgi’s offer.”

Hoseok stands up and the conversation from a few days ago appears in his mind. They were at Yoongi’s home because Taehyung had finally graduated from High school, it had felt different than their usual visits as this time it was for happy news. The angel and Hoseok had been in one room talking about the way Yoongi’s great aunt kept looking wrong at them all evening when they heard Seulgi’s whispers quickly followed by Yoongi’s murmurs.  

“You should come back love, your brother is going to need you.”

“You know I can’t…”

“Because of them? I told you they could live with us.”

“And be under the family’s judgmental eyes and minds all day, no it’s not fair. Plus, Taehyung can do really well by himself.”

“I know he can…it’s just we miss you, you know, you used to love it here.”

“I still do, auntie…it feels so good here.”

“Then keep my proposition in mind?”


“Come on, let’s go downstairs before Woo starts a mess again.”


And the witches had left, at least it had become silent, letting Jimin and Hoseok stare at each other, truth too real to be told. 


“Seulgi’s offer that we supposedly know nothing about.”

Jimin sighs. “Were you listening to what I was saying?”

“I stopped listening at "we can’t live like that" to be honest.”

“I figured.” A roll of eyes. “Anyway we need to be the ones to ask for it.”

“He’ll get suspicious; he knows how much I hate being there, and suddenly I want to be living in that way too big mansion, won’t work.”

“It will just listen to me, I have a plan.”


End of flashback


A plan that ended not well with an upset Yoongi for days and a lot of talking and kisses to bring smile onto his face again. The witch had made it clear that being with them was his choice and not something he was forced to. Then again Hoseok had learnt that love tended to make you do things by force while disguising them as decision you had made willingly. Maybe the demon should believe more in his love, perhaps he and Jimin should have tried harder that time. 

They’re getting closer to their destination, Hoseok can recognize the landscape growing wider and wilder as they go, can almost feel the buzzing that comes with Yoongi’s home, the magic that reigns there.


“You think I don’t know but I do.” 

Yoongi’s voice is hauling the demon out of his mind. He shakes his head to erase the memories and turns to stare at the witch. 

“What do you mean?” 

Hoseok is scared or more concerned because Yoongi is a witch and his voice is way too calm for the inside of the car, it feels out of place making the body of the demon go stiff. It also makes him realize that he had been hiding too much, and that he doesn’t particularly like the feeling. 

“About Jimin.”

Hoseok opens the window and lets the winds comes in; maybe it will take Yoongi’s words away turning them into emptiness and he won’t have to answer, it possibly also could help him not panic. 

“About Jimin, quite vague...” Yoongi slides his eyes on him for a second before they go back on the road. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I was aware and that I’m okay with it.”

Hoseok stays silent an instant, thinks that it might be better to just drop the subject, that Yoongi gave him the possibility to but it doesn’t settle right with him so he opens the window further down. The wind comes fully in the car at the speed they’re going and like that the words have less impact. 

“Okay with what exactly?”

There’s a tilt on the witch’s face that screams cooling off. 

“That you met him a few weeks ago. I don’t know why and to be honest with you I don’t want to.” Hoseok’s heart beats fast but he listens calmly. “Hmm I think you would have told me if it were a matter that concerned me anyway.”

“And why are you telling me all this right now?”

“Because I want you to know that I’m okay with you hiding some things that are only yours.”

“Yet you just turned them into something that is ours now.”

“Are you mad?” 

“Yes. I don’t need to know that you’re okay with what I do in my life or not.”

“Hob… I just wanted to let you know.”

“But why Hyung?”

“I don’t know.”

Hoseok is demonic, mean and all his soul hates. It’s disturbing when your mind turns against itself.

“How did you know anyway?”

The cold is helping, the noise too. 

“The smell, hit me as soon as you came home.”

“And you kept it to yourself all this time but couldn’t anymore.” Hoseok shakes his head. “Of course.” Scoffs the demon, the smell, the hug, the way the angel had left his mark on the demon after betraying him as if it were nothing. “Well yeah I saw him. Happy?” 

Yoongi hums and it’s almost sounds hurt. Hoseok closes the window bringing back the muffled sound, the voice on the radio and the silence. 

“I hope you had your goodbyes.” Says the witch after some time. Hoseok turns back to the windows and ignores the love that there is in the words, try to forget how his heart is eating his soul slowly. 




Seulgi tells them to not worry as soon as they step foot in the mansion but considering what they found there, it’s hard. The home that used to be full of Yoongi’s family members, of familiars going around and passing by, or magical creatures stopping by for some water, some place to stay for the night; the house where the witch had grown circled by ghosts from his clan, souls and natural species is now empty, just walls standing and covered in nothingness. Hoseok tries to do as told but considering what he knows from Seokjin and the situation in his lover’s childhood home, it’s complicated. It becomes almost impossible when he sees Taehyung’s eyes, green as fire gets sometimes, sour that it makes it hard to keep the eye contact, fluorescent as if they held the whole truth which the demon knows they do. It’s practically a war to do so as Yoongi’s brother’s smell is smothering, usually sweet and appetizing like apples, Taehyung’s aura never bothered him but this time when the younger goes downstairs to welcome them, the smell hits Hoseok making his head spin that he has to catch himself on the wall. 

“You’re good?”

“It’s too strong.”

“Taehyung?” Hoseok nods and Yoongi stares back at his little brother before turning around to the demon. “Can you stay outside, I’ll calm him and then you can come in?”

Hoseok shakes his body and teleports himself in the garden where fresh hair fills his lungs, where he can feel his body again and especially where he can realize how truly fucked  they are. For all the years he spent to Yoongi’s sides he never saw Taehyung’s like that, never witnessed Seulgi on edge and even if the witch had tried to be as calm as possible, Hoseok knew that she was as scared by whatever Taehyung had seen. Seulgi was strong, she was there during the war too and the looks on her face made the demon believe that she was a mess, tossed back into memories she wanted to run away from. 

While waiting in the backyard, Hoseok contacted Seokjin to let him know that he had arrived and they exchanged about the situation in each world, in how Namjoon had came to find Seokjin before being thrown out, how everyone slowly seemed to be getting electric, ready for the worst, for a war

The fear and the hurt are in Hoseok’s heart; it’s in his head the way Jimin’s voice sounded while saying “go for it” and he’s thinking that going back would be good, that sparing Kono’s powers would have been easier, so much easier. He pinches his thighs imagining Yoongi so high above, so far from his reach and suddenly everything seems to end, falling apart, leaving his poor body shaky on the ground. Hoseok can’t save them, can’t save himself from something he had done, for the choice he had made, can’t help loving the angel even after all this. His eyes close and maybe he never had been built to be a demon considering how strongly he feels every emotion; perhaps he would have been dead long ago if he were a human. It feels like his insides are pulling him down, forcing him to go back home, to prepare to fight against the population of the Malak world, to watch and stare at Yoongi helping the angels fight his kind, it just leaves a bitter taste in his gut. Taehyung’s scream reaches the garden and Hoseok flinches because the voice sounds like hell. 


It’s late when Yoongi joins him and the demon is surprised that he stayed all this time stunned on the ground, the witch seems stunned too as he falls to sit. 

“I’m exhausted.”

Hoseok turns around to glance at Yoongi and what he sees there makes him scared, something he had never imagined could lay itself on this pretty face he knows is now taking over all of it. 

“How bad?”

It’s a ridiculous question, almost no reason to ask it, but the demon does, lets the words make everything real. Yoongi sighs, his eyes are purple and it looks like he’s thinking too much. 



“A lot…” Yoongi moves a bit to be able to stare at the demon. His eyes say he wishes he had came sooner, warn that he had put his existence on hold to take care of the situation. They also say something Hoseok prepared himself to see, that he’s no longer Yoongi, the man the demon loves and cherishes, that’s he’s Min, the witch, the violet light. “I’m sorry.”


“For the future…for whatever could happen you know.”

“Is Taehyung okay? Heard him scream earlier.”

Yoongi finally breaks their eye contact and gazes at the dark sky.    

“I saw my reflection there, in his eyes, I felt the warmth, like it was burning me alive, heard the screams and the sounds the wings make in the wind. I only saw it, Taehyung felt every piece of it. He’s doing well now but he’s still shaken.”

Yoongi’s words weight heavy, carry with them a million questions but they can’t waste anymore time. 

“You know I have to go.”

“Of course I do, I’m not stupid.”  Yoongi takes his hand without looking at him and it’s petrifying the demon. “Jin-hyung was there right?”

“Yes, he came to check up on me.”

Demons weren’t allowed on the Min propriety but Hoseok knows that Yoongi wouldn’t mind.

“You called him?”

Hoseok smiles and closes his eyes as well; try to take in this moment as much as he can. 

“I was scared.” 

“It’s okay. There’s no one here anyway”

Yoongi’s voice sounds defeated and Hoseok starts to feel like life sucks, like death is in fact a blessing. He knows humans and the world are scared, mortified by death, by leaving everything and everyone behind, he thought he understood. Living as one of them for so long, he got why people wanted to forget about it, understood the pressure it could put on them, how it could change the way they saw their life so he got it, really he did. Now though, now it all changed, how he sees it, how everything makes no sense. Life is what people should be scared of; living is what can destroy you, breathing might be incredible but being alive is what really is frightening. Humans had gotten it all wrong and Hoseok scoffs that he had let himself, a superior being supposedly full of knowledge and fire forces, be fooled by love, laughs, drinks and pretty words. Seokjin had been right all along, Jimin had been right by trapping him like that and Yoongi had been so dumb for falling.


Yoongi’s tone is cold and back full of strength, as if he weren’t tired anymore. 

“You don’t even know what I am gonna say.”

“Please don’t, I just want us to stay like this a little more and not think.” 

“Good for you if you can do that.”

“I’m just tired and want you to hold me. Is it too much to ask?”

Hoseok brings the witch to his side and holds tight, lets the smell turn him dizzy. At the end of the day, the demon wants all that isn’t his, wants things that aren’t right for this world and Yoongi is the same. He needs to leave quietly, they both do because the mess that will stay behind is going to be heavy, the one he’s going to meet down there is going to be challenging, so disappearing in silence, softly will be the best for them. He’s such a fragile foolish demon who fell in love with life when it was the worst thing around, after his creator. Suddenly he thinks of how being here, having Yoongi in his arms, shows how powerful it is, how addictive it can be and maybe humans were just trying their best. 

“You’re going to see Jimin again…”

“Probably yeah, angels already contacted Seulgi…” Yoongi whispers and the words makes Hoseok sigh and bites his lips. He feels Yoongi’s body go rigid. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to take part in any of what might happen though.”

“We both know you will and it’s alright.”

Yoongi raises his head and glances at Hoseok, hurt.

“Why do you say that, we don’t know.”

“Of course we do Hyung and I prefer it that way.” Yoongi lets his head fall back down. “For us to be honest and prepare and talk. It’s okay if you do, that’s how things are supposed to go.”

“We can stop it.”

The witch sounds determined and thinking about it, they could, they might be able to stop it all but for now Hoseok is reserved. 

“We might…” 

“You know I could really do it.”

Hoseok smiles. 

“You probably would, you’re powerful and pretty, it helps.”

Yoongi arms hold him stronger.

“You’re sweet but you know…I will try everything to stop it from happening.” The witch raises his eyes to stare at the demon again, it’s long and soft and quiet, it’s something Hoseok loves and whatever the circumstances they are in right now, he wants to hold this look in his memories forever. “I love you.”

Hoseok shudders because in spite of how many times he had heard those words, they still make him feel bubbly in some type of way. Saying them now is a bit unfair though, dramatic too but Yoongi always had that side to him so Hoseok says it back with all his burning heart. It’s real and easy, needed time for them to learn how to say it, how it could be as comforting as a touch, how it showed how real they were but the demon doesn’t regret learning it.

Hoseok stands up quickly followed by Yoongi who hugs him one last time. 

“I’ve gotta go help Tae…”

“Sure. Come see me okay?”

“As soon as I can.” 


Hoseok teleports himself, violet eyes, sharp eyes and sweet mouth, the last things from this world he sees before darkness, before deliverance.


Chapter Text

Despite the people, the lights and the noises, Jimin is able to catch Hoseok in the middle of the club as soon as he steps in. His stomach knots itself in a particular way. He always felt like this whenever Hoseok was around, years later he still doesn’t know the actual reason that pushes his body to react in this way. It’s like when the demon is near him, Jimin can finally see clearly while his thoughts get buried under his skin turning his mind blank and feeling a thousand suns whispering the truth to him. 

Hoseok was like time, flowing, as it destroys and creates simultaneously the most beautiful things. Jimin hated time because it was too strong, something we couldn’t control, couldn’t completely know but it was also life and you couldn’t hate it for too long, you usually got warm to it, got used to it, to finally feel like living with it was pretty good. Hoseok was a cold demon yet he could make you feel like summer, so hot that the sweat kept dripping from your bones, a moment of weakness and you end up dry, leaving white powder on the floor. The demon was evil as he knew his power over the souls, how his voice could turn anyone crazy with lust, fear, or admiration, he was sly like fire that burns your fingers while you don’t pay attention. Still Hoseok was tender and big, he felt humongous like galaxies and like those gardens God created in the Malak world; maybe that’s why Jimin despised him a little bit. His behavior never helped but what started most of their fights was, to the angel, the fact that the demon reminded him too much of home, of the place he decided to leave on purpose. Their love for Yoongi ignited them as well and the love they had for each other ended them all, eventually. 

The demon was dancing with Jimin’s client, the angel could recognize and sense the Saski anywhere; Kono was well known as one of the last being of her species which needed protection in the angel circle, the reason why Jimin was there in the first place. Hoseok was slender and looked tired to Jimin’s eyes, he probably had come just after work but the angel knew he still looked like a wonderful sin for the rest of the club. His hair was orange, a color he never had before and the angel closed his eyes while taking a deep breath to finally let go and approach them both. 


The touch, the smell and finally the sound of a ragged breath as if it burned on the intake.


“She’s under my wings. Didn’t know you had orange hair now Hobi…”




Jimin arrives at the general headquarters, Kono on his back, wet red hair and deep asleep. He shakes his wings and tries to regain his composure while knowing that Namjoon is certainly waiting for him. As soon as he pushes the door, the oldest angel is there dark grey wings open taking all the place, blond hair and soft dimple that just doesn’t mix well together. 

“Here’s your girl.” Jimin puts down delicately Kono in Namjoon’s arms before stepping back and passing a hand in his wet hair. “I’m going back to my room now.”

The angel starts to walk when he feels Namjoon’s hand on his forearm. Turning back, he meets his superior’s eyes, intrigued. 

“Wait, are you okay?”

“Just tired Hyung.”

“How was the mission? Did someone catch you?”

“Not at all, easy really.”


Jimin smiles, the one he does when he wants to reassure people, the kind of smile that makes you want to give one back whatever the situation. 

“Yes sure. Take care of Kono and we’ll see each other later.”

“Okay go rest.”

Like that Namjoon disappears in the hallway leaving Jimin behind who sighs and starts his walk again, head down, not wanting to meet eyes. He feels so tired, overwhelmed by the events too. He hadn’t expected to meet Hoseok back there, doesn’t understand why the demon had that job to do but the angel hopes that their meeting will stay as a secret between him, Hoseok and Kono, something only they’ll be aware of. He’s scared at the thought of Yoongi knowing about it all but considering the situation, he’s sure the demon will keep quiet. The angel was perplexed as to why Kono, a Saski witch, was a target of the underworld but as usual Jimin didn’t do research, only did what was asked of him. He never wanted to be under a weight of knowledge that he didn’t feel like he was able to carry, it was weak of him, almost a coward move but some people weren’t made for some things. That responsibility was too much for the young angel but it was something he was working on because it seemed important, Namjoon kept telling him that it was, that it could change his vision toward a mission; that it could save him. That’s why Jimin had read a little bit about Kono, from knowing when she was born to why she found herself in the middle of Daegu alone almost eighty years later but he hadn’t went deep enough to feel the chills crawl along his wings, stopped right before he could feel them attack his soul. This lack of engagement in his work was one of the reasons he had left Shinaga, the Malak world‘s capital. Jimin had felt since he could remember that he didn’t belong in this world, that he had to travel and touch every realm with his feathers to finally ascend to that spiritual level that was needed to be a good, active angel. Being on Earth for so long seemed like enough for Namjoon and God to ask him to come back, that’s why when his hyung had come back to bring him home he couldn’t refuse and didn’t have a choice either. He never wanted to leave Yoongi and Hoseok behind. Love had made him forget that someday he would have to and that’s his biggest regret.  

Arriving in his bedroom Jimin lets his body fall on the bed, wings wide open to be more comfortable and smiles, reminded of how Hoseok used to nag at him saying he took up the entire place with his floppy feathers or how Yoongi was different. The oldest had that admiration toward Jimin’s wings but also his position as an angel which led him to be careful when Jimin was in his truest form, as if he were precious, something which required respect. It sometimes made the angel uncomfortable because he knew that having pretty wings didn’t always mean that your soul was pretty, that you deserved them. But it would be a lie if he said that seeing the pure love in Yoongi’s eyes didn’t make his heart warm every single time. 

Jimin closes his eyes and tries to empty his mind from the whirlwind of thoughts that decided to obstruct it but Hoseok’s voice resonated in it, creating an addicting symphony. Orange strands dancing on his retinas turning him blind. He hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye to Hoseok properly as he did with Yoongi and looking back at it now, Jimin sees how bad, wrong, and unfair he was for doing so. It was weak of him to fall under the pressure of Namjoon’s words, he should’ve waited the night to part ways with the both of them but sometimes things happened in a way you didn’t want them to and you couldn’t do anything about it. As much as he didn’t want to do the mission he doesn’t regret it as it allowed him to say his farewells to the demon and to hold him one last time. However their relationship was, Jimin would forever have a soft spot for the demon as weird as it sounds to the world. Whenever they were upset or just hadn’t seen each other in a few days, Jimin kept hearing that voice that pleaded with him to go back to him, to go back to Hoseok and he had always followed it. 


The angel opens his eyes suddenly and stands up, whining and losing his focus. An atrocious pain was growing in his left shoulder blade, just above his wing forcing him to go to the bathroom and check if during his trip he had been hurt. Back facing the mirror and turning his head to be able to see, Jimin watches as a new feather starts to grow out of his skin, blood surrounding the root where a little grey plume stands. 

He was evolving and he didn’t know what to think about that. 




Missions kept coming to him and Jimin accepted them all hoping that his hard work would mean a reward at the end, maybe some free time. He started to make friends with the active angels that lived in Shinaga, started to grow fond of the city, of the parks and all the creatures that seemed to feel so peaceful up here. The angel found it crazy how his feelings toward his home had changed this quickly but perhaps his life in the mortal realm really did help him become more pure. Maybe God and Namjoon were right all along, it came at the perfect time. Work was still hard, failing to save a fox hybrid that was chased by dark witches for their body or losing a magician in the forest like a beginner made everything about it tiresome, draining even but sometimes things worked out. They did in almost a magical way and whenever they happened Jimin’s body twitched in an exquisite way making it all worth it. 

“That’s the best part.”

Jimin looks up to see Malika smirking while drinking her cup of coffee. Her long curly hair moves and the angel thinks that she looks good in his bedroom, even prettier.  “I’ll never get used to that.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. You just blacked out for a second, I got scared.” She smiles apologetically.

Jimin shakes his head and takes his own cup to have a sip of the warm drink. He got used to Malika reading his mind and found out that it didn’t matter that much to him but he didn’t want to tell her, she probably already knew. 

“Why do you like it so much?”

“Because of the warmth.” Malika’s eyes go up revealing her neck. Jimin can’t help it, he shivers. “But also the little pain that comes with a feather growing.” She lets her eyes drop back to Jimin and holds there. “It means you did great work, you saved the right people.”

“How do we know they’re always the right people?”

Malika takes a sip before putting down her cup on the bedside table. 

“We don’t. But we learn with time to differentiate each mission. Really it’s just a matter of point of view.”

Jimin sighs a little jealous that his friend figured it all out before him. Work is hard and not only physically. 

“Sometimes I just don’t understand.”

“I get it. The right people don’t actually make any sense” Malika moves on the bed until her back is comfortably set down on Jimin’s pillow. “But what I meant is just people that feel right for you, we all have our own definition of what’s right or not. You just need to feel and find it.”

“It’s important for you…evolving I mean?”

“Because it’s not for you?”

Jimin shrugs. 

“When a feather grows on my back, it means freedom Jimin.”


The angel stares at his friend and let her last words sink in. He relates to them, see where she’s coming from but doesn’t have the time to answer that as Namjoon pushes the door of his bedroom open quite strongly. Malika stands up and show her respect before disappearing without a sound. 



“Hello to you too Hyung.”

Jimin crawls on his bed until he takes the spot Malika was occupying a bit earlier. It’s warm, makes his skin cringe. “What’s happening?”

“All your missions have gone well right?”

“Yes Hyung. I mean apart from that fox hybrid that was killed by the witches.” Namjoon doesn’t spare him a look, preferring to gaze at everything in the room. Strangely it raises a certain anxiety within the air. “Why?”

Namjoon stops and stares blankly at Jimin. 

“Are you lying to me?”


“Too quick.”

“But still truthful. None of my mission went wrong except that fox hybrid, again.”

“What about Kono?”

Jimin’s eyes might have twitched and if they did, Namjoon didn’t catch it.

“Easy, like I told you.”

“Jimin please…”

“Hyung it was easy.”

Jimin always had been able to keep cold headed under the pressure but to hear Namjoon pleading with him makes his heart beat faster. “What’s happening?”

“We’re fucked, Jimin.” Namjoon comes to sit on the bed and holds his head between his hands. “Someone stole Kono’s power, she a mere human now.”

Jimin is getting cold.

“Is it wrong?”


“Why’s that? It’s not the first time a magical creature lost their power. She’s in heaven, nothing can happen to her.”

“She was the daughter of the Lee, so we’re fucked.”

“The Lee?”

Namjoon rolls his eyes

“Yes, the Lee. You really need to study Jimin, history is important.”

“I will just tell me who they are.”

“The family who wrote the peace treaty after the war.”

Jimin’s wings opens at the word and everything make sense suddenly.

“A treaty they made with their blood, I bet…” Namjoon gazes up at him and nods. “Tell me it wasn’t a generational treaty?”

“Of course it was. You know how ancestors were fond of this type of magic.”

“This magic is dumb and uneffective.”

“In the long run? Clearly.”

Jimin gets up but his legs wobble forcing him to sit down again. Everything hits him. “Oh my God.” Hoseok was the one who took the powers from Kono’s spine, seemed so eager to do so and Jimin had let him. The angel hadn’t stopped the demon, even encouraged him to do his work as if nothing was occurring because it was hot, because Hoseok shined during those instants. Something the angel was addicted to, a cold light that feels so warm on his skin. Jimin feels sick and his body starts to tremble. “Does it mean that now that she’s a human, nobody is protecting us anymore?” 

“Basically. Like her powers left, all the promises on the treaty forever disappeared with them. Nothing proves that the different realms had an agreement. Satan could do it Jimin.”

“Do what?”

“A war.”

“There must be a solution.”

Namjoon hums and Jimin knows how quickly his friend’s mind is working right now. His hyung has always struggled with his thoughts but still Namjoon was brilliant. He was well known in Shinaga, almost like a model, an example to follow. So perfect that sometimes he looked fake and passive aggressive from the outside. But whatever persona Namjoon was picturing, whatever the Malak world was forcing him to portray, Jimin knew how soft, nice and clever his friend was. How fidgety he could get when parties occurred in the city, how his dimples came out whenever someone told him a nice thing but especially how intelligent he was.

“The first thing that comes to mind is to kill the person who stole the powers.”

Jimin’s heart stops and waits.

“Why would that help?”

Namjoon turns around to glance at his friend. “Because Kono’s power is still in their body, will forever be and by killing them, the magic will be set free. We just need to find them, get the magic and put it back in Kono’s soul.”

Jimin shakes his head. “Her soul could reject the magic to protect itself.”

“Oh yes but Jimin that’s the easiest thing that came to mind.”

Killing Hoseok wasn’t an option for Jimin, even if war were at stake. Killing Hoseok meant destroying a part of his world and that couldn’t happen. Jimin was egoistical.  

“Hoseok was there.”

Namjoon stands up as if fire burned his wings.


Jimin closes his eyes before passing a hand over his face. “Hoseok was there, with me and Kono.”

“Oh no, Jimin…”

“I swear I didn’t know. He was already there when I arrived at the club.”

“Did he have a job to do with Kono?”

“Yes Jin-hyung had sent him.”

“You let him do it right?”

Jimin stays silent because Namjoon already knows the answer to his question. 


“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Of course it is. I let him do it and now a whole war is threatening us.”

“You’re in love.”

“Doesn’t matter. It was selfish of me.”

Jimin is fidgeting. Fear was a weird feeling.

“What are you afraid of?”

Jimin wears a deadpan expression as he looks at Namjoon. His eyes are tender and full of feelings making it hard for the young angel to hide himself and his thoughts behind his walls. When you have someone still looking at you with so much sincerity and warmth even after a bomb like this, it’s hard to pretend. But Jimin gives it a try anyway.

“Of the war, of course.”

“You’re lying again; life on Earth left its marks on you.”

“It’s easier.” Namjoon shrugs and raises an eyebrow letting no other escape. “That he knew.”

“You’re scared Hoseok knew and didn’t tell you?”


“I don’t think he did Jimin…”

“How do you know?”

“He loves you.”

“He loves Yoongi and Yoongi loves me.”

“And he loves you just like you love him.”

“You never met him.”

“And I still know you love him just like he does.” Namjoon sets down a hand on Jimin’s shoulder and its weight seemed to bring the youngest back. 

“I’m not letting you kill him.” It’s a whisper but it holds so much. 

Namjoon caresses his shoulder. “I know. Listen I’m going to see Jin.”

At that Jimin glances up, surprised. 


“Yes. He’s the only one who can help me, but let’s keep that between us, shall we? Come on, stand up, angel.”

Jimin stands up and as soon as he does so, strong arms are around his body, old feathers touching his in the most peaceful way.  “I’m going to take care of it okay. Just breathe, it’s going to be okay.”


Closing his eyes, Jimin prays that God can hear Namjoon’s voice. 



Nothing is okay. 


Namjoon has been missing for three days now and Jimin can finally see the way the general headquarters are on edge. Everyone side eyes everyone, there’s this weird aura within the hallways that makes Jimin’s feathers cold but still nobody speak, they all continue their life and work as if nothing was happening. Everyone seems to have known for a long time, as if they all kept it a secret from Jimin, like he was the only one who didn’t know and it makes him angry. He feels like a fool and he knows he’s being paranoid but he’s scared. There’s no news coming from Namjoon since he left and he can’t contact him. He had thought of going to the underworld himself but after giving it time he quickly acknowledges how dumb the idea was. He couldn’t go to the underworld unnoticed as he went there plenty of times with Hoseok. Moreover, if Namjoon really was there, having more than one angel at a time could give the wrong idea and Jimin didn’t want to complicate the situation more than it already was. On top of that Malika avoided him like the plague and pretended that she wasn’t. Jimin didn’t understand why she was behaving that way. Deciding it was better to let his friend manage the rumors the way she wanted seemed the cleverest move. His mind was way too preoccupied anyway to have that talk with someone he cared for, he didn’t have the energy to fall under her judgment for the people he loved. 

So nothing was okay and Jimin was all alone in a city he had started to love but had grown bitter towards yet again. He hated how the angels loved to pretend. He understood now where his own capacity of acting and lying came from. He knows he has to wait, that Namjoon is okay; probably just busy searching for Seokjin who had the tendency to be everywhere except his own world but solitude makes thoughts grow fast. He thinks of Hoseok, tries to remember their moment to catch if he did something that would have shown that he knew about Kono, but Jimin can only make out a clear voice, orange hair and a warm body. 

Nothing else and it’s driving him crazy. He needs fresh air, needs to talk with someone that would make him feel the same way he was as a child, make him forget the world. He’s walking in the hallways, eyes looking everywhere but not really focusing on anything, he’s about to turn right when he sees a green door, a black paper attached on it. He doesn’t recall ever seeing a green door in the middle of the GHQ but magic was everywhere between these walls so Jimin just glances at the message that says “For Youth” and start to walk again.

For youth, it sounded like a class for the young angels. It could teach them how to stay professional during missions; Jimin remembers how hard it was for him to stay emotionally detached from all his clients. Perhaps it was a club, a safe place for the youth to gather and talk but he doesn’t have a memory of something like that during his younger years. 

Maybe it was a door for him.

Jimin practically skids to a stop and looks back. The door is still there and everyone is ignoring it. The more the angel focuses on it, the more it seems as if it were calling for him so he turns fully around and walks toward it. In front of it, Jimin can smell candy and something like grass maybe, he can hear a little song, a guitar and a breathy voice singing. He looks around but nobody spares him a glance so he pushes the door and closes his eyes at the light. Before he opens them, an unknown force pushes him in before slamming the green door at his back. 

Cheeks red, Jimin starts to walk around the place. A big garden full of flowers, bright blue sky and candy shops everywhere but no one to be seen. 

His kind of paradise.

He opens his wings, taps his right foot one time and starts to fly up. His wings make a noise as they open and close, it’s calming and the scenery is breathtaking. His heart appeases itself as Jimin flies over the park and all his thoughts leave his mind. It looks like a myth but seems to be the result of someone’s mind and imagination. Someone who cares for him and knows what is able to soothe him. Still flying, Jimin thinks of Yoongi but quickly shakes his head. It’s impossible that this utopia was built by his lover but the angel learns that it doesn’t matter who really did it. The important thing is that they did. Noticing a bench in the middle of a bunch of trees, Jimin descends slowly, letting his wings be led by the wind. He sits down and when he looks up, Youth is there, sitting with his back against a tree trunk. 

Jungkook looks pretty and warm, his hair longer and darker than Jimin remembers it to be. He’s wearing an all white outfit, a little veil attached at his shoulder, it’s cute. Jimin smiles as he walks toward the youngest and it feels honest and real.

“I should have known it was all you.” 

Slouching down next to Youth, Jimin can smell the sugar and the grass. 

“Bet you thought it was Yoongi hyung.”

Jimin rolls his eyes before passing a hand in Jungkook’s hair, messing it up.

“I did for a second.” Jungkook crawls to be closer to the angel and Jimin accepts the warmth. “Thank you.” 

“Do you like it?”

“I do. It’s really nice.” 

“Good.” Jungkook hums. “How are you doing?”

Jimin scoffs. “I should be the one asking that. How’s being on the other side feel?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Better, I think.” The soul backs off and sits next to Jimin, leaving a little space between their bodies. The smell of candy floss floats over to them and the angel wonders if Jungkook is the one controlling every single thing in this place. “It’s better. I don’t feel locked up anymore…”


“But I miss Hyung.”

“Hoseok?” Jungkook looks up and nods. The ghost and the demon always had a sweet relationship, a brotherhood full of tenderness and understanding. Jimin remembers the smile Hoseok had when he had come home the first time after meeting Jungkook. He had tried to look bothered and indifferent but they could both see, him and Yoongi, that Hoseok was happy somehow, almost excited. Since then Jungkook played a big part in their life, especially in Hoseok’s and Jimin, with time, they had learned about the little ghost, about youth and had felt for it like a young boy. “Didn’t he come visit?”

“He did. Yoongi-hyung was there as well but they didn’t stay long.”

“I’m here.”

Jungkook turns around and smiles. “You are.” He stands up and lets his hand fall in front of Jimin’s face. “Come on, let’s do something fun.”

Jimin took the hand feeling all warm again. 


Youth was powerful, something that could be felt whatever your age, despite the prejudices. Youth wasn’t usually taken seriously by the world, it was seen as dangerous, a synonym of mistakes. But Youth had a place in everyone’s life and most of the time left raw feelings in everyone’s heart. 

Youth was perhaps the most beautiful moment in life, that’s what some people said. 

The only thing Jimin knows as he flies with Jungkook over the park, sugary smell all around is that Youth hurts, destroys, creates and heals and that sounds like the most beautiful thing ever. 



Namjoon was back. 

It had been almost a whole month yet Jimin hadn’t seen him at all. It was as if the older angel was ignoring him, putting a lot effort to never be in the same place at the same time. Jimin wished his friend came to him to update his heart on the situation that seemed to be getting serious day after day. Malika was the one who had slipped the info of Namjoon’s comeback and by the look in her eyes, it had been a huge mistake. The younger angel didn’t understand why his friend had put this much distance between them, it was slowly eating him alive. Not knowing about things that you knew were happening, not being able to grab all the details, only having a blurry vision of what was happening, it could make you go insane. Jimin knew Namjoon visited the Dejin world, probably had spent time with Seokjin as well, that only made crazy scenarios create themselves in the angel’s mind. Perhaps his friend had seen Hoseok, had a talk with him, maybe the war was actually happening without him being aware of it. 

Shaking his head Jimin pushes open the door of his room, feeling eyes on his back. 

It had been a long day but tomorrow was new, holding this thought in mind, the angel went to sleep. 




Malika is scanning the coffee shop with her eyes, she’s wearing a red long dress and high black sandals.  She screams spring and human without her wings and with her hair down like that. She fits perfectly and it surprises Jimin in a way. Sometimes people think they’re so special, that there is only one of them, it’s true and false, it doesn’t really make any sense. Strangely seeing Malika like that reminds the angel of his condition, of his simplicity. Jingoo, a trainee, is at the counter ordering their drink while they wait for their client to come. From there, Jimin can sense that the angel is stressed, it shows itself in the way his arms move, unnaturally, in how he scratches his shoulders. Drinking the potion only makes the wings invisible to the eyes but they can still feel them which can quickly become disturbing. It’s like losing a limb but still feeling its presence but not being able to touch nor feel.  Jimin used to hate the feeling when he first came to Earth but after living there for so long while being forced to hide his wings most of the time, it reversed. Even if his wings were free between the walls of their flat with Yoongi and Hoseok he usually had to take a potion, or the witch had to recite an incantation for him to feel okay. Countless hours feeling that ghost sensation led to reject times where his wings were visible to his eyes, present to his ears to hear. 

“Let’s sit over here.”

Malika puts down the envelope on the table and ties her curly hair into a messy bun. Some strands fall on the side of her head and Jimin can’t take off his eyes from them, how they fall and curl over her skin. 

It’s so natural.

“Huh what’s so natural?”

Jimin swallows trying to bring back his focus on the mission. 

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes. Wasn’t supposed to?”

“You fit quite well here.” Malika shrugs, trying to be nonchalant but she looks touched, almost as if it were a compliment. Coming from Jimin, it was, so he just smiles and glances back at Jingoo. “He doesn’t though.”

“Hell no, he’s messy. But he’ll get there eventually.”

The coffee shop is quiet even if it’s practically packed. Jimin loves these kind of places where souls come and go after some time. There are so many reasons to come to a shop like this one and it’s interesting to try to imagine why they do. It’s almost like a game. 

“He will with time.”

Malika turns to stare, he knows her eyes are on him but the angel prefers to let his linger gaze on Jingoo who seems to be struggling over there at the counter. They didn’t talk about the ignoring thing that happened a month ago, never had the chance to gather and have a conversation. One day Jimin was assigned a job with Malika and it all went back to normal, as if nothing had happened. It had thrown Jimin off, especially since the behavior around him had changed yet again since Namjoon had came back. It was as if his friend had spread a whisper that took to everyone’s ears except his. It bothered him to be left out by someone he thought could become his friend. Rumors and gossip were something Yoongi, Hoseok and him were used to, usually they didn’t even care as they faced bitter looks and crude words wherever they went. However when it came from someone they cared for, it sucked and made the world a little less pretty. 

“Why are you staring?”

“I’m not.”

Jimin turns to look at his friend. 

“What’s wrong?”


Another reason why Jimin loved coffee shops was that they were the perfect places to talk, he doesn’t know if it’s the smell or the fake quietness created by people’s voices blended together but it was favorable to words. It led to sharing your mind, a part of you, discovering and evolving into another soul. He quickly learned why humans loved to take their dates out for a drink and some sweets. 

Jimin turns around finally fully facing his friend.

“Why were you ignoring me?”

“I didn’t.” Malika sighs “I was just busy.”

“Yes busy ignoring me. We never talked about it and it sucks.”

Malika glances at their surroundings, fidgets with the envelope. “It’s neither the time nor the place to have this conversation.” 

“Then when? You always push me off.”

“Jimin, you know I don’t.” She puts a strand of hair behind her ears and Jimin hates it. Jingoo is coming toward them holding a tray where their drinks stand. “We shouldn’t be talking about this right now. Jingoo is coming…” 

“I don’t care.” 

A cold built itself in Jimin’s stomach, it’s anger, incomprehension and feelings he can’t put a name to.

“Please, Jimin-ah…”

His friend is on the verge of something he doesn’t like to see and as much as he wants to know what her reasons were, he drops off the subject. 

“Will we talk about it?”


“Okay I’ll shut up.”

“Thank you.” Malika put a smile on her face and turns as Jingoo puts the tray on the table. “Hey struggled a bit over there?”

“Yes. Sorry it took me so long.” The trainee glances at Jimin, a hint of red coloring his neck before putting back his eyes on the table.

“It’s okay Jingoo, come on sit down.”

A look is shared between Malika and him, one that promises something and the angel holds onto it. Taking a sip of his tea, Jimin tries to focus back on the reason why they are here. 




“This is good.” 

Jingoo puts down his chocolate drink and gazes at the coffee shop, eyes full of lights. 

“The drink?”

“Hum. It’s sweet, makes my body go all weird.”

“Is it your first time?”

Jingoo and Malika both bring their eyes to him and it’s kind of intimidating but Jimin is used to having attention so he just stares back. 

“First time since I died.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I was human before all this.”

“No wonder I never saw your face” Says Malika with a quiet tone. “You must have been a bright soul then.”

Jimin gives a look to Jingoo who just shrugs, he’s young and handsome, what could he have done? He wonders what incredible thing his soul did to be directly sent into the Malak world which is usually something utterly hard to do. Only pure and high people could get the chance to become an angel after their death. Contrary to popular beliefs, angels were their own race so humans rarely transformed into a servant of the lord except some who were categorized as deserving. Jingoo being one of them was interesting, he seemed so young and clumsy, perhaps he had lived a quiet life and god had seen in him potential. Either way Jimin doesn’t really understand and by the way Jingoo looks everywhere but back at them, he doesn’t really want to talk about it. 

“Anyway…He’s late.”

The trainee looks up to Jimin and there’s a smile on his face, it’s so small that it could almost go as a natural contraction of the muscle but the angel knows. He smiles back and takes a sip of his drink. 

“Should we open the envelope?”

“But the manager told us that the client should be the first one to open it…”

Malika smirks. “Well I know why you became an angel now.” 

“He’s right though. Let’s wait some more.”

“Thought you were more fun Jimin-ah.”

“If you’d let me finish.” Malika puts her hands under her face, she looks like a flower. Jimin’s smile grows bigger. “Let’s wait some more before opening it, it’s thrilling.”

Jingoo pouts but Malika smirks and Jimin feels that electricity going back to him and turning his body into a ball of goosebumps. 

Excitement is powerful. 

That’s what makes their friendship good and feel like a breath of fresh air in the angel’s life. Malika and he understand each other in a way Jimin hadn’t felt with others. They connected and bonded over their arrival in Shinaga, they both used to be in other realms so they knew. Even if it wasn’t in the same place, they both had experienced life outside of the Malak world, they both lived freely, or almost. It’s weird how the angel feels close to his friend sometimes considering that they never or rarely talked about their previous life. They both spoke about those they considered family, simply and not too deeply. Jimin had spoken about Yoongi, Hoseok and even Yoongi’s family but never said who they were to him or their species. Malika had spoken about a woman with crazy black hair, she spoke about a teenager as well that she called her little brother. Overall they didn’t share much. But it’s almost as if details didn’t matter, their souls just needed closeness to communicate which explained why Malika ignoring him had broken him this much. 

Jingoo starts to talk a little bit about himself. Jimin doesn’t respond, only stares and listen as Malika slowly seems more interested in the trainee than she had been when they arrived here. The person they’re supposed to meet isn’t coming, the angel is sure of it now. It’s bizarre and suspicious. People always came whenever the great Namjoon asked them to but strangely this guy wasn’t afraid nor had any respect toward the angel apparently. Jimin hadn’t done proper research yet again but this mission didn’t felt like it required investment. They only were supposed to meet, greet each other, give the letter and leave. Now that the man had stood them up, he got curious as to why and especially who that guy was. Suddenly the angel regretted that he didn’t read the mission file but he had no time to over think. He takes the envelope and opens it while his eyes pass from Jingoo who goes silent and Malika who is just the personification of evil, now focused completely on him. Jimin takes the paper and turns it around. He frowns at the words that disappear in the air as he reads them.

“An enchanted letter…” whispers Malika as the black letters disperse within the air, just on top of their cups. “Wow Namjoon really didn’t want anyone to see that.” 

“What does it say?” 

Jingoo’s voice is curious and Malika quickly spares him a glance, raising her eyebrow.

“Suddenly you’re interested?”

Jingoo rolls his eyes. “Listen that was pretty cool.” He takes a big gulp of his chocolate drink “and to go to the extent to create an enchanted letter like this means it’s super important.”

“And private.”


“Clever. So Jimin-ah what does it say?”

Jimin’s frown grows deeper. This couldn’t be possible, this couldn’t happen right now. He had to speak to Namjoon, couldn’t let things go on like this without being aware of anything. 

“Who were we supposed to meet today?”

Malika’s smirk falls and she turns toward Jimin. “What’s going on?”

“Who?” Jimin puts the paper down on the table, it’s now blank. “Jingoo did you read the file?”

The trainee nods, suddenly sitting straight. “Polaris, that’s his nickname. Man, born in 1756 in Mongolia, in a desert….” Jingoo scratches his hair “I forgot which one though…”

“Gobi.” Malika’s voice is calm “Born in the Gobi desert. But you don’t care about that.” His friend smiles at him and Jimin silently thanks god for her. “He was a Saski Jimin-ah.”

The revelation makes sweat drip along his spine. Jimin sighs and takes his head between his hands. Malika’s fingers are quickly in his hair, trying to calm him. “What did the letter say Jimin?”

“Go find Kim Taehyung. Follow the green light and the apple smell. It’s time my friend, signed Kim Namjoon.”

There is a silence. 

The coffee shop is still packed with people but there’s silence in the bubble Malika created around them that surely make them invisible to the world’s eyes. 

“Who’s…” Jingoo hawks “Who’s Kim Taehyung?” he turns to look at the angel “and what about apple smell, it doesn’t make any sense.”

Malika has her eyes far away staring to emptiness and Jimin relates so much it hurts. 

“Kim Taehyung is Jimin’s brother in law… kind of?”

“What do you mean kind of…” The trainee‘s eyes flicker between the angels before stopping on Jimin. He gasps “You’re married?” 

It’s a bit dramatic but the angel ignores preferring to stare at his friend.

“You knew?” Jimin stands up “That’s why you ignored me?”

Malika joins him, quickly followed by Jingoo. 

“Don’t say stupid things…”

“You fucking knew.”

“Knew what?” The trainee asks innocently. They’re all standing up and Jimin finds it quite ridiculous. 

“Let’s not talk here…”

“Yes we probably should go back.” 

Jimin keeps staring at Malika and he hates the fact that he can’t read her or what she’s thinking. 

“Namjoon is going to kill us.” Murmurs suddenly Jingoo looking small. Malika turns around “He won’t, Jimin will talk with him.”

“You sure?”

“Yes don’t worry.” She looks back and sighs when she catches that the angel still hasn’t snapped out of it. “Come on Jimin, let’s just go back home. We’ll talk there.” 


He snaps his fingers and the bubble burst. He leaves the shop not caring if Malika or Jingoo are following him. 




Jimin pushes the door of Namjoon’s bedroom open without knocking on it. He knows how much his friend hates that because he’s usually shirtless within these four walls. Jimin is aware that his hyung despises when people get to see his scars, knows how vulnerable it makes him feel but he’s angry and tired of being the butt of the joke. Malika and Jingoo followed him but when they arrived at the general headquarters and saw that he was making his way into the dormitory section, they stopped and just watched him disappear down the hallway. Jimin feels like he has so many things to tell to different people who do everything in their power to stop him and it’s distracting his mind, turn it into a fuzzy mess, making him unable to focus. Perhaps that’s what they wanted all along. Everyone knew that whenever Jimin didn’t had any control over a situation, he would turn into a sensible mess and lose his control. The thought of his friends manipulating him like that leaves a bitter taste in his throat. 

“Close the door.” 

Namjoon is holding his shoulders, wings wide open. His voice brings back Jimin to where he is. The angel closes the door behind him and leans on it staring at his friend. 

“What the fuck is happening?”

“I should ask you that.” Namjoon raises his eyes on him and there’s salt there, it makes Jimin’s body go flabby against the door. “Why come in like that without an invitation or a knock?”

Jimin can see the scars, he tries not to stare but can’t help himself. It’s not the first time though, in fact he already did a billion times before but it still gives him the same chills. They captivate him. There’s something about them, about how they turned his dear friend into who he is now that is too much for Jimin to fully understand. He gets why Namjoon hates it when people see them because whenever they do, they all have the same looks on their faces. It usually starts with surprise followed by disgust, sometimes it stops there, sometimes it doesn’t and pity ends up eating people’s soul. Namjoon had a remedy whenever these situations occurred even if they were rare. He acted as if he were blind but Jimin hated seeing those unnecessary feelings been thrown at his friend so he talked most of the time, gave looks until one day the old angel told him to stop. He remembers asking Namjoon why he should stop, that people were disrespectful of sharing their thoughts on something that wasn’t their business in the first place. They should be told that what they were doing was inappropriate. He recalls big dark grey wings flapping and a smell of fresh wet wood. That was when his friend had told that it didn’t matter what others thought of it, that only his opinion and the one of the people he loved were important. That the scars were him, a part of his journey, of his history and that looks and little words couldn’t turn that ugly. Jimin understood that day where Namjoon was coming from and respected it but he still had a hard time not responding whenever those situations happened. The old angel was beautiful and his scars made him even more beautiful. They were a testimony of his life, they were stories and people. 

They were him and Jimin loved Namjoon, his dearest friend. 

But sometimes things were loved, cherished and accepted but we still wanted them hidden, not because we were ashamed but because they were precious. That’s why Jimin takes a shirt and gives it to Namjoon who put it on quickly. 

 “Why did you want Polaris to go to Tae?” Namjoon sighs and brushes his wet hair. “Why did you shower it’s literally 11 am?”

“We can’t shower at 11 am? Didn’t know there were such rules.” 

Jimin goes to sit on Namjoon’s bed after carefully folding his wings against his back. They were back, visible to everyone including himself to see. Somewhere during their trip back to the GHQ, the potion had faded making Malika’s, Jingoo’s and his wings come back to the world.

“Are you going to ignore my question?”  

Namjoon sits down on the bed as well, clapping his hands together which makes the window that was open close itself slowly. 

“You clearly ignored my orders.”

“Not the first time.” Jimin isn’t sure if he has the right to ask anymore, doesn’t know if he wants to be aware after all. “Hyung…” 

“I went to see Seokjin” The old angel lies down “I mean I searched for him for about a week.” Namjoon laughs but it has no life in it. Jimin decides to lie down too. Sometimes watching people’s face as they said things was too intimate especially when it was someone close. It’s almost like you could read their mind, how their eyes wander, how the light changed, their expressions told their own story and this time the angel only wanted to listen to his friend. “The fucker was apparently so busy that he didn’t step foot in Dejin’s capital at all. I asked around about him, you know I have acquaintance back there.” Jimin hums “Anyway, only caught him maybe on my 17 days. He was in a pub in the countryside to give a mission.”

“Was he surprised?”

“Not really, as if he knew I would come.”

“What did he do?”

Namjoon stays quiet a moment and suddenly Jimin wished he hadn’t lied down, perhaps that way he could have seen what was happening through his friend’s face. 

“We talked and then he threw me out.”

This time Jimin stands up and can catch the embarrassment before it flies away. 

“What the fuck?” Namjoon shrugs “What do you mean we talked and he threw me out?”

“Literally what it means Jimin. We spoke and then he pushed me out of the Dejin’s world. Threatened to warn the authorities and we’re almost at war, maybe already are, and I didn’t want to complicate everything so I left.”

The news weighs the younger angel down. He thought Namjoon had been effective during this month but it seemed as if they all were in the same boat. 

“What about his opinion on the war then?”

“Same as ours. He’s bitter though, thinks we sent the Saski to them.”

“Did we?”

Namjoon turns his head toward Jimin. His right cheek gets a little squished and there lies a friend. It makes it all more real looking from above like that.

“I don’t know…”

“Did he talk about him?” 

He asks after some time. Namjoon smiles and Jimin lies back down. 

“Him? Which one?”


“He did.”

“Can you tell me?” It’s quiet, too long again, it’s like secrets. “Hyung?”

“Yoongi went back home.” Here they are again. It’s seemed to be always repeating itself and Jimin doesn’t how to feel about it. “Hoseok is with him apparently.”


“Yeah I think Seokjin lied to me.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because Hoseok couldn’t bare staying a second at the Min’s mansion. Taehyung’s aura is too powerful.”

“That’s where you went during your last days?”

“Yes. I thought that going there would help. I went to see what was happening and it was empty.” Namjoon lets out a big breath “There was only Taehyung, Seulgi and Yoongi. No one else was there, during the day, no sight of Hoseok or all the Min’s family members. Jungkook came one evening though.”

“That’s weird…” Jimin couldn’t imagine the mansion being empty. It used to be a home always full of creatures and people, imagining protecting only three souls was almost not fair. Moreover, that only raised more questions on where Hoseok was hiding and on what could have happened for him and Yoongi to part ways. Perhaps the situation wasn’t serious or maybe everyone was just overreacting. Thoughts kept piling up in his mind. “Hyung that so weird…Hobi would never leave Yoongi-hyung.”

“I think he’s back in Dejin.”

“Impossible. He wouldn’t do it.”

Jimin knew Hoseok and how much he hated Dejin or more how he loved living in the mortal realm. That was his place, his scene, just like Jimin or in a similar way, Hoseok needed to see scenery and landscape. He needed space, time and masks. There were only a few reasons that would push his hyung to go back to his world. 

An order from Satan himself.

Or hate. 

Chills grow on his body. 

“Did Yoongi catch you?”

“If he did, he didn’t make it obvious.” Jimin laughs and Namjoon’s quickly joins him. “He probably did though. It’s Min, the violet light.”

“Yes. The violet light.” That was a lot of new information to take in but for the first time Jimin liked being aware, enjoyed feeling the responsibility take part in his heart. “Hyung?”


“You still didn’t tell me why you wanted Polaris to meet Taehyung?”

“To find a solution. He’s a Saski, only he knows how to give back the power to Kono. It could mean ending this war that’s threatening us without having to harm the person who stole the moon power or at least kill them like I told you.”



“You know Polaris didn’t come to the appointment.”

“That’s why we’re here isn’t it?”

“Perhaps he’ll never go to Taehyung.”

Namjoon puts an arm on Jimin’s stomach and starts drawing patterns. “I have the feeling that he already is.” It’s calm and tender, like a brother and the younger angel melts. “You read the letter in the shop, if he was there, the words went to him as well. They were meant for him at first anyway.”

Jimin hopes that his friend is right.  

“You know I have to go see him…” 

Namjoon snorts. 

“Do you think I am an idiot? Of course I know but you’ll have to do some things before you’re able to go.” 


“First, talk with Malika.”

“I intend to do so.”

“Don’t be too hard on her, people make mistakes. Also you have a report to write then you’ll be free to go. I’ll talk with him.”

“Thank you.”

Jimin comes closer and hugs Namjoon. Their bodies draw themselves closer to each other as if they knew that’s what they needed. For different reason but the result was the same: peace. 



Writing the report took longer than Jimin though it would. It was as if he was staring at a finish line that kept moving farther away from him. Once his mind whispered that it was almost done, it wasn’t and he had to add words. He even went to people he had worked with for his report to be complete.  Seeing how much it took of his time, Jimin began to think that it perhaps was Namjoon’s plan, to keep him up here a little longer. Days allowed him to calm himself and put aside unnecessary feelings that had come with his talk with the old angel. Overall Jimin felt grateful toward his friend and tried to spend as much time as he could with him. They spoke and ate almost every night together, it felt good, different for the first time since the younger angel was back in Shinaga, there was this odd air around him whenever Namjoon was in his surroundings; feeling it disappear was like a gift from God. But spending time with him and working meant that he wasn’t able to talk with Malika. They saw each other in the hallways, exchanged some words but Jimin wanted to have time. Time to express himself but also to get to understand his newer friend’s point of view. He was leaving tomorrow and not being able to spend his last night in Malika’s company felt like a nightmare. 

“Hey hyung?”

Jimin turns around and Jingoo is there, bright eyes and warm smile. 

“Jingoo. How are you doing?”

“Good. Malika told me you’re leaving…”

“I am.” Jimin passes a hand in his hair and glances at the hallway. It’s empty. “Tomorrow.”

“That’s good.” Jingoo swings from a foot to another “Are you going to her room now?”

Jimin hums and smiles upon seeing the trainee being embarrassed. He wasn’t the first one to think that there was something between Malika and Jimin, most angels did. It was funny to them as they both knew it was the most ridiculous thing that could ever happen. “Why? Do you need to see her?”

Jingoo looks up, surprised. “No…I mean not really. I just don’t want to bother the both of you” His eyes falls again “Hyung, could you give her this. It comes from the manager.”

Jimin snorts. “You can come with me you know…” The trainee’s eyes grow big as if he heard the most outrageous thing ever. “Don’t look at me like that. Ugh anyway give it to me!” Jimin takes the paper and pats Jingoo’s shoulder. “Take care of yourself. We’ll see each other soon”.

Jingoo nods and the oldest angel looks at the trainee silently. It’s weird how he reminds him of himself when they’re in fact so far from each other. Life and experiences can make opposite people so close and Jimin is reminded of it, of that superior force. He shakes his head and get back on his way toward Malika’s room. 


“You’re late…” 

His friend is laid on the bed applying cream to her legs. The bedroom smells like lavender and Jimin’s nose twitches on its own. 

“We got all night so who cares?” 

Malika rolls her eyes and nods toward the paper Jimin is holding in his hand. “What’s this?”

“I met Jingoo on my way here. He thinks we’re fucking.”

Malika snorts and smirks at the same time, it’s confusing. “What’s new? Everyone thinks so. People are so weird.”

“I think it makes sense…”

“It does but that doesn’t mean it’s true.”


“Anyway what’s that envelope about?”

“A letter from the manager…”

“Didn’t know your dream was to become the postman.” 

The tone is teasing and considering the situation they all are in at the moment, it makes Jimin warm and burst with thankfulness. He doesn’t want this goodbye to be bitter or sad. 

“It’s not my dream, please Jingoo was supposed to bring this to you.”

“Baby got scared?”

“Baby has a dirty mind.”

“Open it!”

Jimin spreads himself on his stomach, letter in hand. He does as asked and quickly reads what written on the white paper. “Congratulations! You gained a level.”

“One step closer to heaven.” 

Jimin laughs and rapidly the room is quiet again. They can hear the sound of Malika’s applying her cream but it’s comfortable, soothing. 

“You really want to leave…”

His friend puts down the cream and pushes herself until her back is safely placed against the headboard. Jimin crawls and place his head on Malika’s thighs.

“I want to be free” The angel glances at Jimin who’s already looking at her “I want to travel, move and help creatures. Shinaga isn’t the place for this.”

“But you do help people…so why?”

“Just because Jimin-ah. There’s no other reason, I just want to be an active angel and be free to help whoever I want and not who was assigned to me. I want a house, maybe multiple; I want to see different worlds. Isn’t what you want as well? You hate it here.”

Jimin stays quiet while staring at the ceiling.  

“I don’t think I hate it anymore.”

“Maybe not hate but you’d prefer to be somewhere else.”

“I’m not attached to places Malika…” The sentence set a mood in the room. There’s those moments when you know you need to talk with someone and being aware of it makes your mind create billions of scenarios. How the conversation will go, in which setting and time, how you want to start: usually your soul tries to plan it all beforehand. Most of the time it never goes as you imagine. “But you already know that though.”

“I’m sorry.” Malika caresses Jimin’s hair like a mother. It’s low but somewhat comforting. “I was being an asshole.”

“You were.” Jimin looks up and Malika’s eyes are already on him “It sucked that my only friend here had turned her back to me. But I’m sorry too, for not telling you.”

“You didn’t have to Jimin. You still don’t have to talk about it with me if you don’t want too. You have the right to not share everything. Really I was just being ignorant.”

“It’s okay…” Jimin wonders what people say about him. He knows he shouldn’t care but his curiosity is stronger “What did they say?”

“It doesn’t matter…I just want you to know that I’m sorry.” 

“Please tell me.” 

Malika watches him and it’s conflicted. 

“That you were with a witch from the Min clan.”

Jimin sighs. “You wouldn’t ignore me because of Yoongi.”

“They talked about a demon too. An active one and overall it was just bad rumors, really it shouldn’t matter.”

“But it did for you.”

“I learned that my friend who is an angel was with a demon. I was surprised and confused.”

“Enough to ignore me for days. Rumors matter Malika and it’s unfair but they do. I don’t say this to make you feel bad. You know I don’t care anymore, it’s just…”


“So much.” Jimin has a lot on his mind “Just because…Hoseok is good okay.”

“I believe you.”

“He might be a demon but Hoseok is good, caring and funny. He’s hot and smiley and loves Yoongi so much. He’s there and he’s good. He deserves respect.”

“He does. I believe you.” 

Malika’s hands are on Jimin’s cheeks. 

“He’s even better than some people here.”

“I’m sure he is…you love him?” 

Jimin doesn’t answer or perhaps he does. At the moment he doesn’t care because Malika is caressing his cheeks and he’s warm with way too many things at the same time. Quietness holds the room for hours, long ones but when Malika starts to talk again it’s still night. 

“You have to leave now?” 

Jimin hums and stands up to stretch out his limbs. 

“I’ll come back in a few days.”

Malika is up too, it’s not sad, not angry, just bittersweet. 

“Sure. Let’s meet while there if you can.”


His friend pulls him into a tight hug. 

“Say hello to them for me.”

Jimin holds back and smiles.

“Will do.”


He closes his eyes and disappears from the room finding himself on the top of a cloud. He said his farewells with everyone he cared for in Shinaga. Three people aren’t a lot he thinks, but it’s enough. Jimin always had something with the number three anyway.  




Flying out of the Malak world into another realm always had been something Jimin liked. The buzzing that came with feeling the wind going through his wings, or just touching the clouds by the point of his fingers were enough to make him excited. He thinks that no matter how many times he does it, he’ll never forget the sensation. It’s like a mathematical equation that nobody can answer; it has this lasting mystery. You stand alongside it every single day, go back to it and try to break the secret but the excitement is still there, still the same. There’s no specific reason why it’s like that, it just is and Jimin likes it, craves feelings that are similar to this. The full moon looks back at him as he puts his feet down in the backyard of the house. There’s a little fresh breeze, the grass is high and a little wet. His wings jiggle on their own before taking their place. He has so many more new feathers since he has last been on earth, it makes him feel somewhat different. It’s still uncomfortable, feels strange but they’re slowly merging with his body without his control. He has yet to get used to his new wingspan, to all this power he gained during his time in Shinaga. It weighs him down most of the time when it’s supposed to raise his soul, to make him tall, high and precious. After all Jimin might only be a fool for only wanting to fly high within the clouds, for thinking that it’d be easier, wouldn’t feel as serious. The garden is quiet, it’s dark but the angel can see Yoongi who’s sitting on the stairs. He wonders if the witch has been waiting for him, when he’ll see him, if he’ll have the same look on his face. Will he even have the same look? Jimin isn’t sure of that at all. Time apart made people different. Yoongi always thought of the angel as someone who was precious, pure and who made him want to smile. Jimin can count the amount of time the witch had said those words to him yet he knows they were deeply truthful. Now that he gained highness, now that he was an active angel, will his eyes change? 

Will the warmth be different?

Will that pinch he’s feeling as dark purple eyes stare back at him disappear?

Chapter Text

“Namjoon left.” 

Yoongi closes the door behind him before taking off his shoes. “It was time.” He puts down his backpack and glances up at his little brother. “Did he see you?”

Taehyung shakes his head. He has been doing better while the angel was here. The witch knew that having such a powerful being on their land could have benefits especially when a magic soul was struggling because of their powers. Angels were soothing and precious. They carried with them the air of Malak who apparently was the purest being that ever existed. Yoongi has an idea as to why Namjoon had spent days in their backyard scanning all their moves. Taehyung’s visions were clear about it all. It was comic in a way because it seemed as if the angel thought he was discreet and that no one was aware of his presence. He was wrong though but Seulgi had stopped Yoongi from going to talk to him and making him known. Apparently it was better to ignore and do as if they didn’t have any idea of what was going on. Seulgi was his aunt and knew better so the violet light had backed off. However knowing that Namjoon was gone created a weird feeling in the witch’s heart. Something might’ve gone wrong. 



“I asked if you brought everything?”

Seulgi and Taehyung asked him this morning to go search for some plants that could help create a remedy for his younger brother’s headache. Yoongi wished he could use his powers but he can only cure himself. Looking back at it this side of his powers was quite useless and selfish. “I did.” He gives the backpack to Taehyung who smiles warmly “Everything I could find is in there.” 

“Thank you.” 

Yoongi follows his brother into the kitchen where he decides that it’s better to sit on a chair and watch Taehyung create his potion than to try to help. Potions weren’t his thing anyway.

“Where’s aunt Seulgi?”

“She went to see the family.” Taehyung looked the best when he was working, his eyes kept flashing with a green light as he emptied the bag. “Hmm she’ll be back tomorrow or the day after that” Staring at him like that Yoongi saw how much his brother had grown up. It’s true that time made their paths diverge from one another and perhaps Yoongi had missed the time when his little brother had became a young man. “Oh you even brought wild mint” Taehyung’s square smile grows “I love the smell.” But being here with him felt right and good. Yoongi had missed this familiarity, one that you create while being young and dumb. It’s sweet and never gets old. 

“I know you do.”

The young witch turns around and glances at his older brother. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay Tae, I hope you’ll be able to create something to help you feel better.”

Taehyung lets out a breath and whispers that with all this he’s sure he’ll be able to do it. 



It’s late and Yoongi finds himself once again seated on the stairs in the backyard. The garden isn’t what it has been years ago. It’s empty and there’s no longer flowers blooming, the trees aren’t covered with leaves and the grass is high. So much so that when they walk around, their calves are hidden under a big amount of green. None of them have the time or the energy to take care of it so since then it’s been letting itself go. The nature fairies haven’t set a wing in their mansion since Hoseok left; perhaps they knew what was happening. It’s ironic as Yoongi himself is still confused in what was occurring between the different worlds. A war was building and they all were aware thanks to Taehyung’s visions but there were questions without answers, ones that were crucial in understanding. 


And How? 


Finding the answers to those questions was something Yoongi promised himself every single night, here, seated on the stairs.



Time was a friend. 

It was someone Yoongi learned to appreciate and live with. Not because he wanted it but because he quickly learned that he didn’t really have a choice. Time was everywhere and powerful and getting his bad side showed numerous times to the witch that being close to it was the best option. Time helped you grow and learn, he was there when you took your first breath and he would be the one to stare at you as you took your last one. He was a lover that took care of you, showed you that you were real and alive. Always by your side, next to you making you evolve, he could be sweet, really. Sometimes he surprised you by how quickly things had passed, how long you’ve been a certain way, or how far you’ve come. Astonishingly he could be, so much. Then there was the hate, it usually appeared without a notice, strong and overwhelming. When you wanted Time to stop, to be able to catch a last look of someone you cared for, he didn’t let you. Perhaps when you had tried to make that dream come true thanks to hours and hours of work and that nothing went as you wished for, Time was the reason behind all of it. Precisely because it wasn’t the moment for the dream to be real, it was bad timing. Usually Time when hated came with a bitter feeling that made you feel as if you were going crazy or like you were the universe’s enemy. It’s with this that he was powerful and scary. Time was the same for everyone, whatever the powers or the names. He was there and will always be judging souls fairly. As much as the worlds would think the opposite, Yoongi knew that fairness was Time’s first quality. What made the worlds and people crazy and dark wasn’t unfairness in what Time gave them but more what they’ve became with what Time innocently shared with them. 

People becoming monsters wasn’t his fault, it would never be, the witch was sure of it. Yet being stuck in an abyss without any progress concerning the war made Yoongi doubt Time. It’s never happened before and being in that space at the moment made the witch sick. His personal world was slowly tumbling down, his mind clogged with empty and more ridiculous thoughts and Time seemed to be working little by little. Yoongi closed the book harshly and decided to go search for someone he knew could help him if Time didn’t want to. 




“Who do you want to meet here Yoongi?”

Seulgi has her long velvet blue dress on, it matches her eyes and with her orange strands of hair, she looks like fire. It makes the witch think of Hoseok for a moment but as they go into the shop, his lover’s face wipes itself away from Yoongi’s mind. “A friend.” 

His aunt stops him by holding his shoulder and Yoongi is forced to gaze up at her. “I figured.” Seulgi stares at her surroundings and the young man feels bad. His aunt has been on edge for the past few weeks, always bothered by people wanting to join an alliance for something they didn’t even understand. “But in what way will they help us?”

“They usually are aware of everything that happens in the different realms.”

Seulgi’s eyes get blue like the sky, she is surprised. By now, Yoongi had learned all of his aunt’s shades, she surely did the same for him and Taehyung as well. It helped them understand each other easily, it had that warm aspect to it because it meant comprehension without words, just by a look. Yoongi was grateful for that, for how within his family he could be understood easily, it took so many hours of talks and looks though. It was natural for all of them but it still made him feel proud. However he was more grateful toward Jimin and Hoseok who had tried to learn and accept his way of communication. He can remember them writing on paper different shades and what they were supposed to mean. It was useless but Yoongi had let them do it anyway. It made them happy and excited as if they were playing a game and the witch loved when the house was bubbling with enthusiasm and voices. 

“Is your friend a seer?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Not at all. Not a seer but definitely a gossip addict.”

Seulgi rolls her eyes. “Then what are they apart from a gossip addict?” 

“A demon.” Both Yoongi and Seulgi turn toward the voice. “His friend is a demon on top of being a gossip addict.” They’re in an aisle of the library that Yoongi doesn’t remember turning down. Suran is standing there, green hair, different from the last time he visited her. The smirk is the same though and she still has that glowy aura, a bit too much if Yoongi is honest but he can’t help himself smiling at the apparition of his friend. “Follow me.”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate one second to follow Suran and because Seulgi trusts him, she does exactly the same. They arrive at the shop after walking around some corners, it’s similar to a few months ago when the witch last saw his friend. There are big wooden tables that are meant for a lot to people to sit around, Yoongi never got why Suran had put them like that. Everyone was seated so close together in here that it sometimes was uncomfortable. The book shelves still stand in the middle of the boutique but the counter is no longer black. A huge colorful tapestry covers it which makes it catch your eyes as soon as you get in, it’s pretty, reminds the witch of what he could see in the fairy world. A delicate work that screams patience and passion. It looks like a collaboration instead of a one person art piece, it suits the creatures well. 

“Pretty huh?”

Suran is preparing drinks for them. Yoongi isn’t thirsty, neither is his aunt by the look she gave him but he knew that making sure her customers were well was what made the demon calm. So he had just smiled and stared at the shop that seemed so different even if so little had changed.

“It’s from the Feyra?”

Seulgi asks and Yoongi glances at her, seeing that she was also focused on the tapestry. 

“It is indeed. A customer gave it to me as a gift.” 

“You must have helped them a lot for them to do so” Suran shrugs concentrating in preparing their drinks “It’s precious and unique…strange that they decided to give it to you for free.”

Seulgi’s tone was wary. Yoongi couldn’t see what his friend was doing behind the counter but he could imagine Suran’s hands shake. He kicks his aunts under the table who turns to stare at him with a scorn look. 

“She’s my friend.”

“She has a Feyra tapestry, you know what that means.”

They stare at each other, it’s blue versus purple and it creates fireworks in the boutique. Yoongi understands that his aunt is scared and reserved, she has all the right to feel so but what she was implying didn’t set quite well in his stomach. 

“It’s okay Yoongi. I don’t care.” 

Suran puts down the drinks and places a hand on the witch’s shoulder before sitting down next to him. 

“No she’s being rude to you. I don’t like it.” 

“She’s a demon!” 

“Hoseok is too for God’s sake. It doesn’t mean anything.” 

Yoongi’s scream resonates in the shop, making his aura create little velvet lights around him. His body tenses and Seulgi looks back, hurt and something the witch doesn’t want to interpret. 

“It’s different…”

“No aunt, it’s not. He’s just a demon like her.”

Suran tugs Yoongi’s shirt from under the table and he hates it, hates that his friend is warning him this way. Suran is a demon and Seulgi being his aunt won’t stop his friend from hurting her. Disrespect was something the shop and its owner despised the most. 

“Please, aunt…” 

Seulgi scans the place before her eyes falls back down on them. They’re blue, but dark, almost like the night sky after a storm. “Do you trust her?”

“With all my life.”

She stares some more before offering an honest smile and a hand to Suran who takes it all openly. Yoongi lets out a breath, it smells like forest.

“The Feyra I helped wanted to become human.” Yoongi interupts her so that she didn’t have to explain but Suran insisted “No I want to. He was young. He used to come almost every day here. As you know this shop isn’t made for his type of creature but he still came every single day. He liked the citrus and ginseng tea I created so upon a talk, he explained how he had fallen in love with one of his sisters in the forest and how it was impossible for them to be together, sisters hereby meaning one of his kind. Don’t worry, no incest in this romance. They wanted to leave and be free. I just helped them. I didn’t steal it. I helped them be what they wanted to. Their powers are still stuck in the tapestry and they’re free to come and take them all back whenever they please.”

“You’re sweet” 

Yoongi whispers but he knows they all hear it. Suran looks at him, it’s warm and tender, it looks like what slowly fades into his aunt’s eyes. 

“Anyway what brought you here? No good news I guess.”

Seulgi shakes her head. “Not at all. I think we’re at the foot of a war between the realms and Yoongi here thinks you might help.”

Suran turns until her body faces Yoongi. “Where’s Hoseok?”

“He went back.” 

The demon glances at Seulgi who nods as a sign of confirmation of what was just said.

“Back to Dejin?”


“Well that’s...bizarre”

Yoongi had stumbled upon Suran’s shop a few years ago, perhaps more than a decade ago so overall it was still new. At first he didn’t know what had brought him into this shop that looked like a coffee shop, a library and a consulting firm all in one. Strangely he had felt at peace in here and whenever his body felt a certain way, a road traced itself to the “Hide and Seek” shop. He wondered for a long time if it was the owner that was bringing him back but Suran had quickly said that it was the opposite. That Hide and Seek appeared whenever someone had called for it somehow. Since then Yoongi just accepted and became fond of the place, it had a soothing aspect to it, always appeared when he needed it the most. It was there for him to take a break and think, there when big and refreshing news came and he wanted to sit to let it sink into his soul. After some time, it appeared whenever he thought of Suran and after talks and conversations he learned that the owner of the shop was a close friend of Hoseok’s. He can recall the exact same day that he was made aware of it all, how excited he had felt to find someone who knew his lover’s younger self. It was like discovering a whole new world. He had told Suran that he should bring Hoseok one day and that they should reconnect and talk and be in each other’s lives again. The demon’s look had changed then and she had stopped Yoongi’s daydreaming session. Hide and Seek was a place for people who asked for it and Hoseok hadn’t. So bringing him here would be a sin and that’s how the lie started. The witch couldn’t tell Hoseok about Suran or about the place, it was forbidden for him to do so. If he had done it, the shop would never came back to him even if he were in need, the demon had explained. And because Suran had become a friend through the years and because the place had taken a part of his heart as well, Yoongi had stayed silent. 

It felt unfair but they all needed their own heaven. 

“I never thought he would go back there…It must be pretty serious.”

Suran’s voice is light as if she were lost in her mind which she probably was after getting news like this one. Yoongi didn’t know a lot about Hoseok’s youth apart from what the demon himself had shared. Sometimes Suran would let some anecdotes slip out of her mouth and the witch had grasped them quickly every single time. 

“It is. He went back with Seokjin the night him and Yoongi arrived home.” Explains Seulgi. Suran finally seems to be coming back to them, raising her eyebrows. “Where’s Jimin then?”

“Back in Shinaga.”

Yoongi turns to look at his aunt. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew in which city he was?”

“Because it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t come sooner…” Scoffs Suran and Yoongi turns back to her feeling all weird. 

“I think I had so much on my mind that I didn’t even think of it.”

“Understandable.” Suran takes a sip of her drinks, followed by Seulgi who does the same. Yoongi feels too sick to do so. “So how can I help?”

“Should I explain, aunt?”

“Go for it. I’ll add anything if I think I should.”

Yoongi nods before turning to face his friend. “It started as visions, little ones that my brother got from time to time. I wasn’t worried in the beginning, neither was aunt Seulgi. But strangely, after Jimin left, everything escalated quickly. The visions were stronger and more frequent until one day. I knew we had to go and Hoseok was all in as well. He thought I didn’t note the difference in how Seokjin acted around me, but I did and that’s when I knew something was occurring.” Yoongi stops an instant trying to remember all that had happened during the past months. “We arrived at the house and everyone was gone. Taehyung’s visions were an everyday thing and to protect him and the family, aunt asked them to leave for the Feyra. Hoseok couldn’t manage staying next to someone who was releasing so much energy and power like my brother was so he left.” Saying it again brings the pain up and Suran seems to see it as she puts her hand on Yoongi’s, holding it tightly “Are you familiar with Saskis?”

The demon puts down the drink but stays quiet, eyes focused on the witch. “Of course Yoongi.”

“Someone took the powers of one of them and that’s what’s causing the war.”  

“The only one that comes to mind and that could lead to war is Kono.”

“And why’s that?” 

Seulgi asks, interested. 

“She’s the youngest and actually her parents were quite important in their own world.”

“Does she have brothers and sisters?”

Yoongi bites his lips as he asks, hoping that she does. He doesn’t know why but it feels like it’s important for her to not be alone, to have people from her species. The visions whisper to him that she does and the witch trusts his brother’s powers. 

 “Yes, to my knowledge, there are three of them. Kono the youngest, Famara the brave, and Claire the clever.” Suran glances at Seulgi before bringing back her eyes to Yoongi “Do you know what happened to her?”

“Taehyung had a vision but I couldn’t catch a lot as it took too much of his powers. I think it was a demon who took her power in a club maybe? It was messy and blurry but it seemed like a club, a place with music and lots of people.” 

“All of this made the Malak world rise.” Seulgi adds “And you know how Satan is.” Suran nods quietly “The thing is that since then, it seems like both of the sides are reaching toward the other realms to create alliances.” His aunt sounds bothered and Yoongi sighs knowing that she has been struggling on her own but never complained like Taehyung or himself did to her. 

“Alliance over something you can’t name?”

“Exactly, they expect us to choose sides on a war we know nothing about.” 

“I see…but why do you need my help?”

“Do you think there’s a way to give her back her power?”

Suran stares blankly at his friend in silence trying to read him. They all stay like that a moment letting the words sink into them. What Yoongi was asking was crucial and a bit presumptuous, but he wants to stop it, his body begs for him to. It was weird since Taehyung had felt this way as well since the first vision. He had told his older brother how connected and attached to it he was, as if they were the ones that should save the worlds. Said like that, it seemed ridiculous but the witch trusted his gut feeling, and what was going on inside his body right now only pushes him stronger. 

“I’m sure there is.” The demon stands up “Let me grab a book and I’ll come back.”


With Suran gone, Yoongi can finally breathe. He looks back at his aunt who’s staring daggers at him.

“You want to do it?”

“It feels like I should.”

“Your brother told me the same nonsense months ago. What is wrong with the both of you? You could die.”

“We could save millions of people and stop a war.”

“You could die, I said. Die for nothing. What if the war happens even if you give her back her powers?”

“What if it stops? Aunt I’m going to do it, if you want me to or not.”

“I won’t let you…”

“I’m stronger.”

Seulgi laughs and it makes Yoongi feel so small. 

“You’re so young. Life isn’t a matter of who’s stronger or not. You should know that by now.”

“I know.”

“It seems like you don’t, honey. Why are you obsessed with doing it yourself?”

“Because it pleads me to, aunt. Everything in Taehyung’s visions asks me to take care of it.”

“You know it’s a side effect. He’s your brother so his visions naturally attached themselves to you.”

“I can tell the difference between a natural thing and what’s happening now.”

“Anyway we don’t know if they’re even a way to do it."

Suran comes back, an open book in her hand. “There’s indeed a way”

“Which is?” Yoongi asks eagerly. 

“We have to find the demon first. The one who took her power.” 

Seulgi sighs. “That’s almost impossible.”

“Aunt, we could do it. Hoseok can help.” Seulgi rolls her eyes but stays silent. “So how does it works Suran?”

“It’s a ceremony where you have to take back the energy stolen and transfer it into another Saski who will then naturally share it with the victim.”

“How can the stolen energy be removed?”

“With magic I guess but it doesn’t say much in this book. I should search for more and ask some people I know who could help.” 

Seulgi puts her cup down the table quite strongly making Suran and Yoongi turn back to her. 

“So you’re telling me we need not only the demon who took the powers but also a Saski and that the ceremony requires an unknown magic that could be way too powerful for witches?” Suran nods “Well we’re fucked.”

Yoongi sighs and looks back at his friend who shrugs. 

“I just need some time to meet certain people but no promises.”

“I understand…do all you can okay?”

“Of course Yoongi.”

“This promises to be fun.”

Yoongi glances at his aunt with a bitter look while clearly knowing she was right. 



It’s been days with no updates from Suran. Yoongi doesn’t get worried though, he knows his friend is doing her best but the absence of news seems to make Seulgi loose the only hope that started to grow in her. She’s scared, tired and lost, she just doesn’t want to relive what happened ages ago. Yoongi could understand, partially.

Hope was dangerous, a feeling a lot of people didn’t understand and that usually could lead to disastrous situations. Because it was complex and powerful, souls misunderstood it, took it for granted and it made them do things without thinking. Hope was like the sea or more like the waves. They come until they touch the point of your feet, sometimes they engulfed a part of your body, make you feel fresh and special. When you’re infatuated with the sensations they give you, with the sound they made as they hit your body, they disappear. They quickly flee letting you see them run away from you as if you were the worst thing they’ve ever encountered. And then you’re standing on the beach, waves looking back at you from far away, they move, dance for the world but all you can feel from them is mockery. Hope is like that, gives you the desire to gulp everything down, the wings to think you’re as pure as the sun. It gives you opportunities, creates dreams in your mind that your soul starts to imagine becoming real. Hope had the power to transform; a foolish love could be transformed as an eternal bond, a careless smile as a promise to the heavens: it was strong in that way. Hope made you unconscious, turned your mind upside down under the possibilities it gives you. Yoongi thinks that’s what makes hope scary is that it comes with glitter and pretty desserts, it shows you new skies and beautiful flowers but doesn’t talk about the hardships it comes with. Those that slowly destroys what you’ve built deep in your heart, hope brings down delusions, shapes them into nasty nightmares that will end up haunting every single one of your nights. 

Hope came with fights, trials and consequences. That’s what people ignored, that’s what led them to be drowned by despair. 


Yoongi pinches his side with the aim to always remember it. 




Suran left a letter to Seulgi who gave it to Yoongi as soon as he came home from a walk he had with his little brother. His aunt had blue eyes, almost green and seeing them made Yoongi’s skin want to crawl away from his soul. The letter talked about the ceremony, it also said that she had an idea as to who had done it, that there was a possibility to stop it all. Apparently he could do it, it was natural magic, didn’t require an angel or even a demon, only nature. It alludes to his friend leaving to search for one of the two Saskis, made reference to a coming meeting between all of them. And finally it referred to a book that could help him and Taehyung learn about the magic used during the ceremony. It was short but efficient as if the demon didn’t want to leave too many stains behind her but still make herself understood. Seulgi was next to Yoongi as he was reading, passing her hands in her hair like crazy, Taehyung was there too, his body bubbling with a fresh energy. But all the witch could think of while sitting between two people expressing such opposite feelings was how Suran was like a huge ocean at that moment. One that had strong and lively waves that caressed Yoongi’s entire body. Her words were echoing like the noises the water do as it follows the sand like a crazy lover. 

Suran was his hope. 



“You’re here?”

Yoongi is dragged out of his daze by the deep voice of his brother. He turns around and watches as Taehyung approaches before sitting next to him. 

“Hmm. How’s your headache doing?”

“Better.” Taehyung gazes at the dark sky, his green eyes looking beautiful “Aunt Seulgi helped me.” 

Visions came like thunderbolts, quick and scary. Yoongi knew his brother was trying his best to control them but he kept getting overwhelmed nonetheless. In times like those Yoongi wished they were normal human beings. Sometimes magic turned everything ugly and that was making him feel afraid of himself, of all the worlds. But what could he do, here stuck in the middle of the garden that bloomed through loneliness? 

“I’m sorry…”

“Why Hyung?”

“Because I can’t appease you when it’s my job as a brother.” 

Taehyung turns to stare at him but stays silent for a long time. Yoongi wonders what he’s thinking about. His little brother always had been quite a mystery to him. His mind seems humongous and it usually was a lot for the oldest, made him conscious of himself. It felt as if he could never understand his brother, that however close they were, Yoongi wouldn’t be able to grasp the sensibility and delicateness of Taehyung’s soul. Somehow the younger witch’s beauty wasn’t understood, people couldn’t grasp it fully and make it theirs which led them to feel so far even when they were supposedly someone close to him. Sometimes Yoongi felt as if a stranger were standing next to him, that’s how profound Taehyung was, like an infinite hole that never ends. It’s scary but unique.

“It’s not your fault Hyung. You’re helping me just by being here by my side”

“Do I?” Taehyung’s nods cutely and the older witch can’t help himself from holding his brother an instant. “You’re cute.”

“That’s what Hoseok hyung used to say.” The name makes Yoongi go all bitter. “Precious was what Jimin hyung said. I miss them.”

Yoongi hums and starts to massage his brother’s head the way he knows he likes. “I know you do. I miss them too.”

“Sometimes I feel like it is all fate…”

“What do you mean?”

“You with them.” Yoongi tries to stay composed. It was rare for them to speak about this specific topic but since Taehyung was the one bringing it up, the oldest listened eager to know what his brother thought of him “It’s hard you know if you really think about it. It’s a unique composition, like water and oil it looks like it doesn’t mix well together. Then I see you three…”


Yoongi asks, his voice shaking a little. 

“And it’s easy, it’s there and it works.” The oldest stares at his younger brother who just shrugs “Don’t look at me like that… It’s just easy Hyung. Even if Jimin hyung and Hobi-hyung fight and argue a lot, even if sometimes there is this electricity that runs around the three of you, you love each other. You hold each other and I think it’s enough, you know. It’s like fate put you three together.”

Yoongi sighs and looks up at the sky. Being together wasn’t easy, in fact it was the most difficult thing in their lives respectively but they still decided to be. Fate could explain it all, madness too. Yoongi didn’t want to decide so he unconsciously shrugs. 

“Maybe it’s fate yeah…” 

“Hmm Perhaps.”

Yoongi hated when his brother’s words felt like truth you couldn’t deny. Because of his powers and his deep sensibility, Taehyung had a gift in reading people that only deepen with his sense of observation. He could say some random thing that would immediately gain depth, so much so that it almost made you believe that it would come true. It could be tormenting.    

“How’s aunt doing?”

“She sleeps a lot. She’s tired but she keeps working on the spell of the ceremony again and again.” Taehyung scoffs but isn’t really mean “She thinks we’re going to need her help.”

“You never know.”

“Hyung, please! You’re so strong I’m going to literally just assist you.”

“Seriously Tae, it’s good that she learns it, we never know how things can go. Better be prepared.”

“Sure but she’s making herself exhausted. You should talk to her.”

“I will.” Yoongi smirks and turns to face his brother “Do you know the spell?”

“Of course Hyung. I could do it in my sleep.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asks before starting to tickle his brother who screams and laughs on top of his lungs. 

“Stop! Please I swear I know it all. Hyung, please!”

The oldest calms his tickling attack while staring fondly at his little brother. Taehyung catches his breath and tugs at his brother’s shirt. 

“Don’t worry Hyung, you’re not alone.”

Calm gathers in Yoongi’s heart and he smiles because yes he’s not alone. 

“Go to sleep, you need it.” 

Taehyung yawns before standing up “You should go too.” 

Yoongi nods. “In a minute. Sleep tight Tae.” 

“You too Hyung.”The youngest disappears behind the door. 

That night Yoongi didn’t sleep at all. 




Sometimes you just know when something or someone is coming. 

It’s like magic but isn’t. It’s like evidence that throws itself on you when you weren’t waiting for it, when you didn’t even allow yourself to think of it. You just wake up and feel like it’s the day when everything is going to happen, it’s a perfect setting. You could compare that to love at first sight or a first day at school. You wonder how different it’s going to be but after all it’s the same thrill, the same usual random things. It’s been only two days since his talk with Taehyung and Yoongi thinks it’s a curse. That his brother’s words were once again taken too seriously by Earth who decided to make them become true for her prodigy. The day goes as usual even if Yoongi can’t separate himself from that unsettling feeling. He’s able to push it far enough into a corner of his soul when they work on the ceremony or when he studies spells but when the night comes, the feeling invades him.

He finds himself seated on the same stairs, the dark sky looking back at him. This time Taehyung doesn’t join him like the day before or the one before that and it only adds in that hysteria Yoongi had built over his brother having a superior power. The garden looks sad and lonely yet the witch knows that he’s still alive. It’s as if the garden could only show a part of him, as if the ugliness that he was sharing was there to portray how sad he feels deep down without the fairies and natural species. Yoongi felt his body cover itself with goosebumps as he heard this specific noise. There were some things that your body remembered more precisely than your mind and usually your body reacted a certain when that happened. 

The night was so pretty, Yoongi understood why Jimin would want to take the trip on such a beautiful evening like this one. 


The voice is the same, Yoongi knew, had felt it with all his heart, was aware that it was coming, still it broke him a little. 


It was weird to feel so afraid in front of someone who had seen you at your strongest. Perhaps being vulnerable wasn’t as scary as showing yourself when you feel the most powerful. As the seconds passed, Yoongi thought that being conscious of how your enemy looks when he’s confident was the best advantage that could ever exist. Seeing them on the ground didn’t help, being aware of how they were high in the air; that was favorable. 

Jimin had short black hair and a lot of new feathers. Yoongi noticed it immediately as his eyes stopped, enchanted by the angel. He looked good, maybe a little tired but good. More himself and it didn’t make any sense, but it felt as if the angel had grown into his wings. It was different and something Yoongi wouldn’t have dreamt to see. Time was indeed tricky.   

“Remember the first time we were here?” Jimin looks surprised but stays still where he is and Yoongi is thankful “Hoseok didn’t want to come, told us it’d be easier to introduce you first because you were an angel. That he could wait a little longer.” Yoongi has to do this, talk about this but this time he hadn’t felt it coming “We flew here and landed on this same grass.”

“It was shorter though.”

Yoongi glances up and nods. “Yes it was.” Jimin can recall all the moments he spent with the witch and Yoongi can see it all on his face. They were young, so young and in love, and now it’s like all of it crumbles down. “You were so scared that night.” 

Jimin laughs while approaching slowly. “Petrified you mean… I was meeting the Min clan after all.”

Yoongi brings his eyes up until they reach the angel who stops in his tracks “I’m the one scared this time, I’m more than petrified, Jimin. I’m not sure I like the feeling.”

“I don’t think anybody does Hyung.” Jimin finally continues to walk and sits down next to the witch “It’s like you don’t have any control, it’s not fun and makes you want to throw up. It sucks but do you remember what you said to me that night, just before going in?”

Yoongi turns to glance at Jimin before feeling submerged by the emotions and deciding that the sky was a better sight. “Of course I do…” 

“That made everything disappear. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I felt strong and proud and ready.”

Yoongi scoffs. “All I needed to say for you to feel better was that I’ll still want you?”

“Yes Hyung. That whatever happened between these walls, you’ll still want me like I do and you said it to me. Whispered it to the hollow of my neck before kissing me and it was enough, easy, it worked.”  

Yoongi stares quite shocked by what he had heard. 

“Taehyung, this fucker.”

Jimin laughs this time and Yoongi joins him. It’s there, easy and it works. “Hyung!” the angel whines. 


“Is it still up?”

“I have a lot to tell you.”

“So do I Yoongi, a lot happened but...” Jimin looks like a flower in full bloom in the middle of this garden full of thorns, he’s even prettier. “Do you still want me just like I do?”

Direct, strong and fragile. 

Just Jimin, Yoongi reminds himself.

The witch smiles “We need to talk but…yes, I still want you.”