M I N R A E
"Are you sure he is safe" Jungkook whispered, moving closer to my ear before covering them with his hands to add on. "When I was a kid he used to threaten to eat me alive" he continued, whispering loud enough for the immortal being in front of me to hear, whom thankfully was distracted by the coffee machine that slowly poured in his drink.
After travelling through his void of space, it took me a while to get back on my feet. To sum up the experience, it felt like I threw up halfway and swallowed it back again. It felt awful. But like he promised, it only took us a couple of seconds to reach PDA.
As expected, Jimin only had a location in mind, the correct place to land was never in his vocabulary as we were teleported to the clinic cafeteria.
We also tragically ended up on Jungkook's lap in the process. Let's just say he is traumatized for life.
"Did you see Taehyung around?"
"Well, I don't get why you are looking for him when you are served with this for breakfast" he declared, gesturing to his face.
"You kind of remind me why I lost my appetite"
"Ouch, the burn" he replied, clenching his hands towards his shirt.
"Forget about you, I look like I've been picked straight out of the garbage truck" I added, looking at the mess my hair was after the space travelling, through my reflection on the black tainted glass window.
"Ooo self-burn, now those are rare" his NYPD side screamed as he ended it with the same facial expressions as Jake. Not a single trace of bad acting.
Jimin's curiosity faded from the coffee maker and diverted his gaze back to Jungkook who was seated so close to me that even his chair was slightly sitting over mine. The boy wasn't all that brave when the Demon had his eyes fixed on him. Especially since he knew the man long before I did.
The closer Jimin pulled his chair to our side, the more panic danced in Jungkook's eyes. At one point I could feel a small grip on the hemp of my sleeve under the table. His fingers slightly pulled my clothing at every heart beat of his that could be heard out loud.
But then, Jimin smiled wide and threw his arms around Jungkook.
The confused boy had his eyes pop out of its sockets and a big gasp escape his mouth. Jungkook's hands were thrown in midair while trying his best not to fall off the chair at the sudden attack.
"I'm so glad the epitome of knowledge didn't eat you, Junecook" Jimin spoke, squeezing the boy in his arms.
There was genuine happiness in his eyes and it even had me confused for a split second. Is this the same man that threatened to eat Jungkook alive or am I tripping for the fifth time today? Regardless, Jungkook wasn't going in for the sudden affection and kept gesturing and mouthing me for help. He pulled my sleeve to an extend of ripping it soon. But to his luck, Jimin pulled away, now holding both his shoulder.
"I will personally feed you back to the monster after I get my feather from you"
Well, there we go.
"First of all, my name is Jungkook. Second, am I being scarified? No right?" he asked, eyes moving from me to Jimin repeatedly. "Please, leave me alone. I'm too young and rich to be sacrificed" Jungkook continued, eyes as wide as it could get, pleading. "I also have a date tonight, so like..."
"From close, you kind of still resemble that caretaker a lot. Actually no, I see no difference. You were good looking back then and now" he completed with an eye smile.
"Finally, someone with actual taste. However, I'm sorry to inform you, I'm as straight as a pole. That is unless someone like Brad Pitt walks in. Which you clearly are not—"
Just when Jungkook was about to finish his ever so proud statement about himself, Jimin stared right through him, teasing him with a lustrous smile curving up his lips and his tongue slightly trailing past his lower lip while he teasingly adjusted his shirt button. When the Demon had his gaze back at Jungkook, he couldn't help but stare back at the man and his every move with his eyes not blinking for even a second.
"—well shit" he spoke, with even just those two words breaking up before gulping in panic.
Forget Jungkook, I was caught stealing glances as well with my mouth a little open. Jimin chuckled with that darn beautiful eye smile that I couldn't even defend myself, rather just pulled Jungkook, bringing him to his sense.
"Don't fall for it. Jimin's a Demon. He controls your seven sins"
Jungkook nodded and breathed in heavily before fixing his stare back at Jimin.
"He kind of seems a little different though? Like maybe zero-point negative five percent nicer. Did you maybe" he started, then pointed his finger at Jimin who was left confused as Jungkook now whispered the rest in my ears discretely. "Perform exorcism on him?"
"Not funny, Jungkook" I yelled, slapping the boy's arm and he winced in pain.
"So, do you have it safely with you?" Jimin questioned and Jungkook diverted his gaze back at me.
"My feather, boy. Just tell me if you have it protected. You were assigned by the upper powers to keep it safe. That is the only reason I kept you alive regardless of your constant threats about shipping me to the north pole and feeding me to some polar bear named Santa"
I looked at Jungkook who was no longer in Jimin's grip and he smiled in guilt while fiddling with his fingers.
"I see he is not the only one threating" I questioned, a little serious with an eyebrow up.
"Well, in my defense, he started it. I was only eight. And I hated Santa clause. Also, no, I do not have this feather you speak of"
The mood around us tensed as I watched Jimin move around his chair, looking weirdly uncomfortable. I couldn't tell if it was because of what Jungkook had to say or something else. The positive burst of energy in his face was long gone. Now Jimin only looked under the table at something with his eyebrows tensed. When he noticed my worried gaze, Jimin tightened his jaw and immediately looked away.
He looked in pain.
The Demon tapped his finger on the table restlessly and soon enough got up to leave, grabbing his coat he placed next to my chair.
"Forget it. I'll be seeing you again. Just keep in mind I won't be so merciful the next time. I can't really harm you since I don't have my wings to attain my powers"
Jungkook was back to being horrified. The whole environment changed when Jimin got up. He wasn't the flirty and sarcastic Demon anymore. There was something taunting him. It was like he was going back to that man trapped in the cell. Devious, Depressed, tortured and deprived. None of which I admired in him. His eyes felt like the first time I had met him in the godown.
Jungkook regardless of being scared out if his wits, couldn't help but throw in a very unnecessary statement.
"Well you could kill me with a knife like a normal human would" he suggested, giggling at his own joke.
"Are you providing me with options?" The Demon asked, his eye color quickly changing from pitch-black shade to a golden gleam and Jungkook completely froze.
"Kind sir, please don't take suggestions from my dumbass. My future goal is to run a circus with me being the main event of the day" he spoke, gulping afterword's.
Jimin however showed no interest and had eventually relaxed at the touch of my hand over his. I was confused. He was fine a while ago. But now there was something bothering him. When my fingers touched his very own, the color of his eyes faded back to the black tint. He took a moment of silence and sighed heavily before turning to face me with a forced smile.
"Let's go meet your brother"
J I M I N
The smell of coffee was a very pleasant one. And I often found myself staring at the object that made these delicious drinks. It was honestly a relief that the boy was in good condition. Yes, my wings are important. But so is the feather. Only when in possession of both do we have full control of our powers. And it all depended on this boy's answer.
The minute he said he wasn't aware of it, I could already feel the anger burning within me.
If the feather is destroyed, I will be killed with it.
I couldn't tell if it was the anger or the coffee that made my hands look like they were fading under the table. I tried blinking several times and my right hand was slowly fading away from exitance.
It was time.
My years of punishment is over. Now I find a way back to my wings, or I cease to exist forever.
Death is my next trail.
I have survived years over years because the Gods decided to make me count every second of my misery and remind me of my sin. A demon saves a girl from the bricks of death and mess up the time line of doom? That was not something any god wanted.
Because of being a fallen angel, even heaven had a say to this. They redeemed my act as a bravery and wanted to ask Hell for forgiveness upon me. This led to chaos and rise to Oradian, a war that tore the two worlds apart. And I was the reason for all that. I'm not surprised that this fate came to me.
Both the worlds concluded, giving me both misery and a second chance. My days of misery are now over, and the second chance to being back to my divine form was now sitting right in front of me. My mistake. The reason for my pain. And yet I can't seem to resent her in any ways. I mean, why should I? I chose this. It was my decision not hers.
After a few movements of my palms, they were back to normal. I moved my gaze back to Minare, only to see her concerned and worried eyes meet mine. To think all of this happening at once, pained me. I could use her, threaten her, betray her, harm her as I wish. But I can't. Just when I met her eyes I knew I never could and my jaws tightened at that thought.
I decided to not pay much attention to the boy and figure out a way to fasten things a little. And I realized for Minrae to fully trust me I needed to bring her back to her brother.
Now the both us are walking shoulder to shoulder, back at the godown that had the familiar nostalgic rustic metal smell to it.
We stayed silent for a good amount of time with only our footsteps interrupting the peace. As we walked by each cell, I found Minrae constantly looking at me at random intervals with worry in her eyes. It was awkward for a minute, until it was kind of getting funny.
"Why don't you paint a picture of me, darling. That would last longer" I teased, chuckling at the thought of her neck dislocating.
"We have mobile phones to capture pictures. So, I wouldn't be needing a painting"
"A what now?"
"Wait till I introduce you to camera" she giggled.
"Can't wait, she sounds like a nice girl" I replied, hiding my excited smile from her, though she was laughing her lungs out.
"Jimin" Minrae called with a serious tune now. "You didn't answer me last night"
"About what?"
"About why you saved me"
And I froze. This was the second time of the day she gave me a heart attack. I wasn't ready for such questions. To be honest, I don't really have the answer for it.
Why did I do it?
"I—I'm" I hesitated. "Just know that you weren't supposed to be saved that night" I spoke, a little too fast to distract her from the question.
"What would have happened if I were dead?" Minrae questioned with her eyes meeting the floor. The smile was no longer on her lips.
"A lot would have happened. I don't know if you have heard of this saying. The butterfly effect. The flap of a butterfly's wings has the power to ultimately cause a tornado. A small change in the future or past could really affect the present or any timelines that exist. I have dwelled with the future timeline by saving you"
"And because of that a lot of things in history have changed from what it actually should be. Saving you had helped avoid many diseases and natural disasters from happening on earth. The number of philosophers and mathematical geniuses only increased. I wouldn't know, but maybe even this technology thing you refer to, could be a result of saving you"
The puzzled girl was completely taken back by what I had just said. Was it a bit too much? Maybe her human sense won't be able to understand the gravity of the situation. It all may sound like some old tale from a book. But I was a living proof to this phenomenon. In completion of my punishments, life has taken form again with the reincarnation of Jungkook and the return of the two other Demons to earth. We are at the peak of another war if something goes wrong again. But maybe I was being too harsh on her.
"Are you telling me I am the reason for the world we are living in right now"
"Every war, creation, birth, life, death of someone and all the goods and bads together, positive or negative are all happening in accordance to that night you were saved"
"I thought this was only possible when something from the past is altered"
"Even future stands the same. Human kind has just not figured that part yet"
"I get it" she replied, gaze still fixed to the metal bars when we reached outside of the human's cell. Minare focused on the crouched figure who looked half asleep. Her hands circled around the metal bar, agony and longevity looming in her. I could sense the care in her aura. They were not just care, but love, guilt, joy and sorrow that swirled around her soul.
"He was what made me mad the most. I've tried to plead several times to let him free. But the Gods gave no mercy to the poor soul. In the years of living, Hoseok tried several tricks to harm himself. The eternal life drove him crazy. He was never prepared for it. He was only human"
"But just like I couldn't end myself, so couldn't he. Every scar healed in a blink of an eye. Very often he even tends to forget about himself, goes into a state of existence where he rejects everything, every memory and thought. That is why I told you to have patience before meeting him. Like I promised, I will help you, Minrae"
"I want to hold him in my arms" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she spoke.
"I know"
"I want to go back to that day"
"I know"
"I want him back to every second of a day I lost him to"
Minrae was now crying. Her hands were firm on the cell bars but her body was weak. Nothing I tell could make her feel better, if anything only worse. So, I decided to stay silent and allow her laments to be set free. A part of me wanted to hold her in my embrace. But such thoughts were never meant for a Demon. Love and care are never for me. Holding her might only bring her more pain. I watched her cry with my hands clutched into a fist knowing very well I am in no position to console her.
The man behind the bars woke up and had his eyes fixed at the crying woman. He opened his mouth to speak words of horror, making her grip tighten on the cylindrical bars. And this was exactly what I expected.
"Who are you?"
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A/N- I made my own theories from existing ones in my dumbass head. don't bother looking it up lmao🤡