When Yoongi suddenly appeared in Jeongguk's living room, he missed the crying angel and fairy on the couch behind him. He was dressed differently than normal, tattered black mom jeans, a old band shirt and a black and red baseball jersey. Old converse stopping at his ankles. He'd been at his moms, those were his old things from high school.
Tear lines stained his face, but he looked beyond pissed.
"Beer." he asked, Jeongguk's phone flying out of his hand at the site of his hyung.
"Uh...," Jeongguk trailed. "Yeah, sure," and then he got up and sprinted into the kitchen, leaving Yoongi in there with Jimin and Tae.
Yoongi dropped into one of Jeongguk's recliners, his beanie slipping down his head a bit as he stared absently at a wall, too out of it to notice the younger two men. A few moments passed and then;
"Yea I can't do this shit,- snap the hell out of it Yoongi-ssi!'' Taehyung whined, holding his best friend tight against his chest.
Yoongi's head shot over, his eyes basically popping out of their sockets at the sight of his roommate and his best friend. His eyes met Jimin's, and the boy burst into loud sobs, Yoongi's own tears flowing silently but fast.
"Yoongi,-I'm so sorry," Jimin cried, standing up and starting to walk over to Yoongi. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I really didn't."
Yoongi stepped back, "D- don't." he looked over his shoulder, his tail curling around his own hips, "Jeonggukkie!" he cried, "You said he left!"
Taehyung stood now, dashing up beside Jimin, pale green and glittery fairy wings fluttering behind him, "Yoongi-ssi, please Jimin just needed to show you something."
"I don't want to see." the elder hissed at the brunette.
Jeongguk stepped out of the kitchen, two beers in hand. "You might want to," he said setting them down on the table. "Yeah, and don't be mad at me, Jin put me up to it."
Yoongi snatched the beer, about to give the maknae an earful, when suddenly he was calm. No anger in his stomach, to venom on his tonuge. He looked over at Jimin, wanting to ask if this was him, but the words escaped him, "I loved that Jeongguk wanted to talk to me but now I'm even more hurt because he didn't mean it." he said instead.
It was true, but he hadn't wanted to announce it to the world.
Jimin sighed. "I'm sorry, Yoongi," he shakily reached out for one of Yoongi's hands. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to make you happy, but then it turned into you making me happy and I just-," Jimin choked on a sob. "Suddenly it wasn't all about work anymore, hell, I wasn't even working. I just wanted to have you around, I love having you around, and I know you're sad and angry and disappointed, you have every right to be, I just want you to know I'm sorry."
The elder wanted to storm out again but instead, "I'm not angry that you are an angel. I'm sad- sad-," he shook his head violently, like he was trying to gain control back, but his mouth kept going, "Because you tricked me, you lied to me, I thought I knew you and I didn't. You made me nice you made me like you-, so even if,- you-you think you liked me, you only liked the me you made me become." he reached out for Jimin too, his mind felt foggy.
"I love you, but you loved a me that you made up, there isn't good in everyone Jimin. You planted it there." he finished. Taehyung's choked back sob escaped his mouth as he watched the scene in front of him unroll.
"Jeonggukie he,- it isn't about him being scared of his emotions, its him being concerned for Jimin I'm gonna lose my shit." the fairy cried.
"No," Jimin shook his head. "No, Yoongi, I didn't. That was all you, you did that on your own. I don't like meddling and forcing people to do things, it feels wrong. I wouldn't do that to you, I wouldn't let myself fall for something that wasn't there, Yoongi."
At this, Jeongguk wiped a tear off his face. "This shit is hitting too hard."
"Not to be the bearer of bad news, but you're doing the magic right now. He looks high." Tae said, leaning in to dry off his boyfriends face.
Jimin glared over at him before looking back at Yoongi. "I'm sorry, Yoongi, please, please forgive me."
"Jimin, don't ask him to forgive you when he's high on happiness.' Tae sighed, "It defeats the purpose of the plan. Stop it."
Jimin sighed. "Fine," he said, and it felt like the temperature dropped ten degrees and half the light in the room disappeared, leaving behind Gukks normal apartment, no aura around. "Yoongi?"
The man blinked, once, twice, then spoke slowly, "You used magic on me?" his voice was void as he dropped Jimin's hand, but his tail reached out for the blonde.
Jimin panicked. "Just this once! Really! I didn't want you to be mad at Gukk when you got here! Yoongi I-" Jimin put his face in his hands and just cried.
"No, no, Jimin." the elder sighed, letting his tail wrap around Jimin, he looked over at Jeongguk, "Explain what the plan was here."
Jeongguk took a sip of his own beer. "Well, it was Jin's plan, you see. At first he wanted me to piss you off so badly you came here to fucking end me and see Jimin and him work his magic so that way you didn't kill me, and then we saw you were just a frustrated depressed mess and invited you over and Jimin worked his magic so that way actual words would be able to leave your mouth."
"And so that you saw that Jimin never used it before." Taehyung added, smacking his boyfriend for forgetting the most important part.
Yoongi looked between Jeongguk and Tae before checking to make sure he had a tight grip on Jimin, before snapping them both back into their own apartment. Once they landed in their room, Yoongi pointed to the bed.
"I want you to sit, and tell me every time you have done anything remotely angel like to me. From the time we met until right now."
Jimin sat down immediately. "Once when I was trying to coax you to live with me, once around your mother, and once just now."
"Why." the demon asked, pulling off his beanie and chucking it to the side. It landed on a three day old plate of spaghetti.
"I wanted you to move in with me so I could help you," he wiped one of the tears off his face. "And then I didn't want you to be angry in front of your mother, and now because I didn't want you to be mad at Gukkie for something he was practically forced to do."
He pushed his hands through his hair as he paced, mumbling to himself. His tail grabbed onto the bed post and jerked him to a stop. Wincing, he looked back over at the younger boy, " I am mad at you. I'm...,-sad" he explained calmly, "You don't like me, you just don't see it yet. But you drive me crazy, angel."
"How do you know how I feel?" Jimin said, standing up. "How do you know that I don't think of you every night? How do you know I don't sit and think about you when you aren't home? How do you know I don't sit around and watch what you do and don't eat of mine so that way I know what you do and don't like? How do you know that I have forced you to be the way you are? Because I haven't. You did it on your own. Everything you feel towards me, that's you. And every reason I fell for you, is all because of you too. I haven't changed you, Yoongi."
"But it doesn't make any fucking sense, Jimin!" he lashed out, "I'm the son of literal fucking satan!. You can't just fix me with a little tender lover and care! This isn't me,- this can't be me. I can go from hugging you one moment, to objectifying you, to punching You're good for nothing ex boyfriend half to death in our corridor then next!" Yoongi took a deep breath, "I am raised to hate you. It is a built in code for me to hate people like you, and- and,-" he sobbed, "I love you instead so SOMETHING is wrong."
"Nothing is wrong with you, Yoongi," Jimin smiled softly, reaching out for his hand. "Just because you are told to hate something doesn't mean you have to. I was raised to stay away from people like you, but I don't want to stay away. And you don't have to hide from me either."
He shook his head, "Jimin, I- what do you expect from this? From me?"
"To at least think about it."
"No, Jimin,- I want to know what you think a relationship with me would entail." Yoongi tried again.
Jimin shrugged softly, turning and sitting down on Yoongi's bed. "I don't know exactly what, I can't read the future. I know it would be bumpy, you know, you being the son of Satan and everything, and me still having to work,- But I know we would get through it. I don't care if that means I have to move, or if that means I have to cook for three, or if that means your dad tries to banish me to the bottom of the pits of hell, I just want to try."
Yoongi blushed, "Uh no,- the only way you'd get down there is by marrying me."
Jimin glanced over. "You never know what might happen."
"Hey now. I don't know a damn thing about this angel side of you and you're already trying to get me on one knee?" he joked, his tail finally letting go of the bed.
Jimin shrugged. "It's not all that different. It's just me but more white clothes, wings, and gold accent pieces."
"Hm,-Powers? Weird add ons?" he asked, moving to sit next to Jimin, their thighs barely brushing.
"Well," Jimin said, thinking. "I smell like something that calms you down, kinda like aromatherapy,- and I can do what you do, like how you move things around and stuff. Obviously, I can just lighten the overall mood, but if you let me, I can pull your happiest memory and play it for you, kinda like a movie." He fiddled with his thumbs in his lap. "But I haven't done that in years."
"Happiest memory?" Yoongi frowned, "Here, I'll save you the trouble and show you mine myself."
"What?" Jimin said, looking over at Yoongi with his eyebrows furrowed. Slowly Yoongi brought his hands up to Jimin's face, cupping his cheeks, their eyes locked. Yoongi moved carefully, holding Jimin cautiously incase the younger wished to move. Then he kissed him.
At first it was rushed and lustful, Yoongi was a demon after all, but then he took in a deep breath, smelling his favorite sent and it slowed. His tail locking around Jimin's middle, turning Yoongi to that one leg was on the bed and pulling Jimin into his lap.
"Yoongi," Jimin muttered, pushing off of him. "Where did this come from?"
Yoongi's tail prevented him from moving too far, "I just...," he rested his forehead against Jimin's, "Realized I don't recall a happiest memory and I've been wanting to do that for a while. Plus, I promised Diminie I would."
Jimin pouted. "Why would you make a deal with him? Oh god, what else did I say?"
He quirked a brow, "That you were an angel?" he chuckled, "Told me I work too much. Called you a bitch"
Jimin laughed softly. "He did have a point."
"I work a good amount, and you aren't a bitch." the elder hummed, quickly kissing the pout away that had remained on Jimin's lips.
Jimin smiled, resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder. "I'm a little bit of a bitch."
His tail moved to mess with Jimin's hair and his hands went to scratch his back, "Brat maybe, bitch- no." he frowned, suddenly realizing something, "Your wings don't irritate you?"
"All the time, why?"
"Why live with someone when there is literally no way to let yourself relax? I think I almost went mad before you got me those hats." Yoongi explained, massaging Jimin's back a little now.
"Oh," a light blush settled on Jimin's cheeks. "That little pillow fort in the studio. It's why it's the only room in the apartment except for the bathroom that has a lock. I just go in there and stretch out. And in my off moments when I don't have a roommate I walk around the house with them out, it's why I don't have many glass or breakable things out on the counters."
"Can I-,... can I see them?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Jimin laughed. "Why? They're exactly how you think they are."
"You saw mine, gross leathery pieces of shit." he grunted, moving his hands to massage under Jimin's shirt.
"No...,-" Jimin melted into Yoongi. "Yours look really cool, mine look like a Michelangelo painting, stereotypical,- exactly what you would expect."
"Bet they look prettier on you though."
"They look like what you would expect."
He hesitated, ",-...I'll start walking around with mine out if you do the same with yours, can't have my pretty angel letting them get all irritated."
Jimin laughed. "I won't force you to do something you don't want to do, as much as I want it."
Yoongi frowned, "You're just saying that so I'll leave you alone. Plus," he grunted, "Once I take over for my dad I have to have them out constantly."
Jimin pulled back off of Yoongi, looking him in the eyes. "Why do you want to see them so bad?"
He blushed, "I don't know. Just do. I mean you get to see my horns and that shitty little tail of mine. You also saw my wings, which I hate."
"Aww! come on, those are cute though!"
"They look like a couch."
Jimin choked on a laugh. "I mean, yeah but they are still really cool looking."
"Why can't I see yours?" Yoongi whined.
"They take up a lot of room."
"My wings fit in here fine, I know, I tried, like spread them all the way out and broke your lamp while spinning trying." The demon laughed, slipping his hands out from under the younger's shirt.
Jimin pouted at the loss of contact. "Fine." He rolled off of Yoongi and stood up off the bed, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a white tank top. "If I break anything, you're buying a new one," he pointed the tank top at Yoongi before stepping out of the room.
A few minutes passed when the sound of a vase hitting the floor rang throughout the apartment, followed shortly by the faint muttering of shit from Jimin.
"No!" he yelled standing up and walking into the hallway, "You did that on purpose an-," he stopped in his tracks as he entered the living room. Holy shit.
There stood Jimin, hands clasped together as he looked at the floor blushing. Behind him hovered two wings, the same size and position as Yoongi's, maybe a bit smaller, but instead of a old black leather it was soft white clouds of feathers.
At a loss for words, Yoongis mouth took control again, "Pretty."
Jimin whirled around, knocking three remotes on the floor, wincing when they hit against the floor. "It actually wasn't on purpose."
"Don't move so fast then, angel." Yoongi said, snapping out of it. He moved closer to Jimin and held his hand out towards Jimin's wings, "Can I?'
"I mean, I don't see why not. Just don't tug, Tae used to tug a lot," Jimin shuttered at the memory.
"Why would he tu-," Yoongi's eyes went big as he pet Jimin's wing, "I want to- I want to curl into this and sleep and never wake up, oh my fuck."
Jimin giggled. "They tend to do that, yeah."
"How much do I have to pay you to use you as a pillow and these as a blanket, take my money." he said, running his hand down the sides.
Jimin shuttered at the touch. "Uh..., You don't have to..?"
"I can do it for free?" he asked with a goofy smile, gums showing as his tail went up to pet the feathers as well.
Jimin laughed. "Of course you can."
"Sounds like a good way to end the night?" he asked, grabbing Jimin's wrist and pulling him over to the couch, "Plus some disney and kisses?"
Jimin laughed as he sat down on the couch, careful to not sit on his wings. "It's one in the afternoon."
"I said what I said, I didn't sleep last night." the elder frowned, letting Jimin move his wings so that he could rest on the youngers chest, the boys wings coming down and hugging him closer.
"So you're not upset anymore?"
"I-," he paused for a second, readjusting, "A little bit, and we have a lot to talk about but we can do that tomorrow? I won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
"Why are you still upset?" Jimin said, looking up at Yoongi.
"You lied to me, Jimin, and I can't just suddenly be back to normal, but I swear, if you want this,- if you want me, I'll stay."
"I do."
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just drank two bangs lets get this day rolling- Zepp {051320}
zepp is on the phone just naming the backyardagins please help me - tae {011821}
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