"While he was falling from Heaven, I was crawling out of Hell. This love was doomed from its very beginning."
No one is immune to Kim Taehyung's charms. Not even the devil's daughter...
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"You can't keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you're still in Hell."
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"And this was the story of how Faye locked me in a freezer for a whole day." Jimin concluded calmly.
"As a prank!" I protested vigorously.
It has been a full hour since Jimin has been spitting whatever nonsense he could think of to undermine me in front of Taehyung.
Well I admit, he has suffered quite a lot from me throughout the millennia. But only because this overbearing angel didn't seem to mind his own business, always putting his nose in mine. As you've probably noticed, I have a rather short temper, and Jimin fell victim to it rather often.
"Woah," Taehyung gulped, wide eyes jumping back and forth from me and Jimin. "You were quite rambunctious, weren't you Faye?"
"You have no idea," Jimin countered. "She can be quite... devilish."
"Enough." I let my hand fall heavily on the table, eyes throwing daggers at Jimin. You think you're so witty with your puns, don't you.
"What about you, Taehyung?" Jimin turned to the beautiful man in front of him. Freaking finally. He's either too slow to notice my rage burning under the surface or he was simply doing it on purpose to infuriate me. "Any exciting stories from your childhood?"
Uh oh. This is not good. Jimin shouldn't have asked Taehyung about his childhood as it wasn't a positive experience. I know because he told me and I saw the pain his eyes held when talking about it. I held my breath behind pursed lips, not sure of how Taehyung would react to this touchy subject.
"No actually I was a pretty chill kid," he shrugged, not seeming the least bit fazed by the question. "I was very obedient and always did what I was told, I wasn't really problematic or anything. Wait, this reminds me. There was actually one occasion..."
He stuffed his hand in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone.
"Wait a second, let me check if I still have it," his brows furrowed slightly as he started scrolling down his gallery. "There it is!" he exclaimed, turning the phone to show us a certain photo. "One time when I was four or five years old, my parents were repainting the whole house. Apparently I decided it would be fun if I plunge my whole body in the paint bucket... it was blue, so I became a Smurf for a day."
He laughed shyly, tilting his head to the side. I took the phone in my hand and Jimin scooched closer to see as well.
It was an old photo showing a young Taehyung covered in blue paint from head to toe. He was grinning brightly, little hands pressed against his squishy baby cheeks. I instantly picked on the one thing that hadn't changed throughout the years – his adorable rectangular smile. It was the same contagious phenomenon, a picture of genuine joy and happiness.
