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Black Swan

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When Namjoon and Seokjin walked into Jungkook's room, you were busy looking through drawers for some clothes to put on.

The leader halted in his tracks when he saw you leaned over and rummaging through one of the lower shelves, with nothing but a pair of thin underwear on to shield you from his appraising eyes.

He finally cleared his throat after Seokjin had nearly stumbled right into his back, and you spun around with one of Jungkook's corsets clutched in your hands.

Your face lit up when you saw who had entered the room. "Joonie!" you shouted before dropping the leather and running into his arms.

"Oof-" he huffed out as you barreled into his chest and squeezed your arms around his waist.

"Hi," you said with your cheek pressed against his chest. His smile grew even wider and he let out an amused chuckle while pushing your hair back from your face.

"Hi babygirl," he cooed down to you, making your heart flip at the affectionate nickname.

Paired with his deep, comforting voice you felt so safe in his arms. It was the perfect escape from the constant fear you felt when you weren't at his side.

"Joonie hm?" Seokjin piped from behind Namjoon, making the purple haired angel turn with you still clinging to his front so that he could throw a smug smile at the elder.

Seokjin's warm eyes found yours and you blushed while returning his smile with a shy one of your own.

"Hi Seokjini," you murmured. He crouched down and opened his arms up towards you, and you chewed on your lower lip for a second before unwrapping your arms from around Namjoon and hurrying into Seokjin's instead.

"You've had quite the adventure, haven't you?" he asked you with his chin resting on your shoulder and his eyes holding the leader's. You nodded against him and he ran a large hand up your back. "Maybe we should just let her sleep, Joon."

Namjoon shook his head. "We don't have the time. However we do have time to get you dressed," he added while untucking his shirt and tugging it off over his head.

Your eyes went wide as his upper body suddenly came into view and you turned your face into Seokjin's shoulder, making the eldest chuckle while you peeked back out at Namjoon.

"Come on angel. Want me to help?" Seokjin asked as Namjoon held his shirt out to you. You nodded as you took the garment from his hands and then hugged it to your chest, letting yourself swim in Namjoon's comforting masculine scent for a moment before Seokjin helped you slip it on. Both angels grinned when you looked back up at them and flapped your arms at your sides. The material hung almost to your knees and the sleeves were far too long, falling past your hands and causing you to drown in the soft material.

"Cute," Seokjin said quietly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Are Taehyung and Hoseok back yet?" you asked.

"They are. That's actually what we came to talk to you about," Namjoon answered while leading you to sit down on the bed in between them. "They think that your father found Jimin's ring and separated the stone from its band, which why he's just unconscious and not dead."

This meant that they were right about your father. He had been hunting the rings all along and was lying to you. You looked down at the floor as tears immediately threatened to well in your eyes. Did that mean Kain knew too? That your whole family had been lying to you about something so dangerous?

They had let you go into that museum blind, completely unaware of the perilous situation you were really putting yourself in.

Hurt quickly turned to betrayal and your tears became angry ones.

"So what are you going to do?" you asked them with your hands balled into fists in your lap.

Namjoon frowned and glanced over at Seokjin.

"Well the thing is, Warner's hiding the ring and they weren't able to find it. We were hoping you might have an idea as to where your father could be keeping it. Then once we mend the ring and Jimin is conscious again, we can kill him and this can all be over for good."

"No!" you shouted as you jumped back up to your feet. "You can't kill him!"

Even though he didn't always treat you like a daughter, he was still your father. Still the only family you had left and you loved him. You couldn't let him be killed when there was a way for you to prevent it.

"Ash, he's already tried to kill two of us. We can't let him live," Namjoon pressed, looking over to Seokjin for affirmation.

"Why can't you just wear your rings so no one can take them?" you questioned.

If your father couldn't find them, then problem solved, right?

"It's... it's a little more complicated than that," Seokjin spoke up. "Namjoon, you explained this to her didn't you?"

"Explained what?" you asked frantically while spinning back towards Namjoon.

"I, uh, I explained what I thought was relevant... at the time..." Namjoon said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't want to scare her, okay?"

Seokjin let out a sigh and you turned back towards him expectantly. "You know each ring holds a piece of each of us right?"

You nodded.

"And the part of us that we've trapped is one that we don't want to let back out, yes?"

At this, you frowned.

Seokjin hummed in understanding and then took your hands in his before he continued.

"Well, what Namjoon left out is that wearing our rings will unleash a side of ourselves that we had to fight hard to contain. It's nearly impossible to control, and very deadly. If we were to uncover our rings, the temptation they'd bring would ruin us all. The us that you know would be as good as dead."

You looked between Seokjin's dreamy, honest eyes and Namjoon's intelligent ones, trying to picture them as the monsters they described. But you couldn't see it now. It was hard to believe that there was a part of them that would kill without mercy after having seen how attentive they'd been to you.

This would explain Jungkook's behavior earlier though. And now you worried for him, that he was going to be lost to the influence of his ring and that it was you who had practically set it right back in his hands.

"I'll help you get Jimin's ring back, but you have to promise you won't hurt my father," you said after a minute. "I don't know where he's keeping it now, but maybe I could get him to show me."

Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged glances and then looked back at you. "How?"

"I could tell him that I know everything. That I know he lied about hunting down the rings. That I know who they belong to. That I know you were the one who took my mother's soul and that I want revenge too. If he thinks I'm helping him, maybe he'll show me where he's hiding it."

Both angels looked deep in thought after you spoke. Obviously it was risky, considering you could be lying just to get back home and betray them in the end. But Namjoon was more worried about what your father may do to you if he didn't believe your story. If he knew you were in league with them, he wouldn't hesitate to take his wrath out on you too.

Although he hated to admit it, you'd already become a weakness of his. Namjoon didn't like the idea of putting you out there with so much unknown.

He had seen glimpses of the way you'd been treated at home by your father and brother over the years while keeping an eye on Warner. The leader had always felt unsettled after Warner's desperate threat on the day your mother died, so he began checking in occasionally to make sure he wasn't making good on it. He had eventually stopped after years of inaction, finally having deemed the threat empty. What a mistake that was.

Not only could he have caught on to your father's plan to go after Jungkook's ring before it happened, but he wouldn't have missed watching you grow into the woman that was standing in front of him now.

"It could work," Seokjin said eventually, snapping Namjoon away from his memories.

The latter shook his head while sighing in defeat. "I don't like it. But it's the best we've got and we don't have time to come up with something better. Though I don't want you going alone," he added after standing up again and taking your face in his hands.

"Hoseok is the best with parents," Seokjin offered up, earning a hesitant nod from Namjoon.

"He's also the most unpredictable," the leader added warily.

"Well I would offer myself up, but I can't promise I won't pull his stomach out through his throat the moment I see him," Seokjin said, studying his nails while crossing his legs casually. You whimpered at his words and Namjoon threw the raven haired angel a look while hugging you to his chest. "And good luck explaining to Yoongi why he won't be able to do it himself once we've gotten Jimin's ring back."

"I'll deal with Yoongi. You just focus on getting those two brats to take off their rings. It's not too late. We can't lose them Hyung."

"Joonie?" you whispered against Namjoon's chest, looking up to meet his watchful eyes after Seokjin nodded. "I'm tired."

Namjoon's face softened and he took yours in his hands again. "I know, baby. Let's let you rest for a bit, hmm?" Then he leaned down and gently kissed each of your eyelids as they fluttered closed.

"God she's cute," Seokjin breathed while he watched you giggle at the affection. "You want to sleep in Namjoon's room again angel?"

You nodded enthusiastically, earning a smile from both of them before Namjoon was picking you up and holding you against his chest with your cheek resting on his shoulder. Seokjin followed you both out of the room with his hand on Namjoon's back, grinning at you from behind the tall angel as you walked.

He couldn't help but smile at your squished face and sleepy eyes. Found himself hoping that the plan to send you back to your father would work, not just for Jimin's sake, but selfishly because he wanted you back here when it was all over.

Within just a few days, you'd managed to find your way into both of their cold hearts, bringing out a side of the dark angels that they'd almost forgotten had even existed.

"We can only let you sleep for a little bit," Namjoon told you as he approached his bed set you in the covers. You scrambled underneath them and then peeked back out with the blankets pulled to your chin and your eyes drooping.

"Will you sleep with me?" you asked, glancing between the two tall males. Seokjin chuckled and shook his head while Namjoon just smiled fondly at you.

"We don't sleep Angel," the elder told you. You pouted and he smiled again before leaning down and pushing your hair back so he could press a kiss to your forehead.

"And there's a lot we need to discuss with the others before you and Hoseok leave," Namjoon added. You nodded sleepily and they just stood for another minute, watching as your eyes fell closed and listening to your heart beat slow, your breaths turning heavy as you slipped into sleep.

"Goodnight sweet girl," a soft, low voice said in your ear.

"Goodnight Daddy," you murmured back.

Your dreams were shrouded and dark, but it no longer scared you.

A warm sense of belonging lulled you into a deep stupor and you welcomed the darkness in with open arms.