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Jungkook grins when Yoongi smiles at the angel, knowing that the angel is terrified by the way Yoongi’s eyes flash gold. Jungkook leans closer from where he’s pressed against the angel’s side, hand coming up to trail lightly down the side of a trembling body, purring deeply when the angel swallows, “You can tell us, you know. We mean you no harm.”
“I-I don’t-”
“But you do, baby. I know you do. C’mon…” Jungkook murmurs, leaning in to nose against the angel’s cheek, letting his lips brush against the skin there, “We just want to have a bit of fun. You and your friend can have fun with us.”
Namjoon smirks, leaning into the angel’s space, lightly grazing his fingertips on the angel’s naked forearm, enjoying the way the angel’s teal eyes haze over as they glance at him beseechingly, “You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Jungkook back away slowly, allowing his hand to linger on the trembling form before sweeping hair out of his face with a smoldering look, “Lead the way, baby.”
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Minhyuk frowns when Jihoon walks through the door, the smaller angel’s eyes glazed over slightly and the younger obviously flustered. Before he can even question him his eyes widen at the way three demon’s trail behind him as if they own the place, “Wh-What are-”
Jungkook pins him with a look, slamming the door behind him, all of the earlier lust leaving him as he stares down the other angel responsible for making his Half upset. For calling his Half tainted. He eyes leers at him suggestively, “So you and this angel think it’s a good idea to mock the mate of a demon? Where in the worlds did you get the idea of that being a smart choice?”
Minhyuk glares at him hatefully, disgusted with their mere presence in his house, not understanding how Jihoon got conned into bringing them. He sneers at the demon, not intimidated by the posturing, “You have no right to be here. Leave.”
“No right to be here? Why, baby, we were invited.” Jungkook grins smugly when the teal eyed angel shutters at the low hum of his voice, the other angel moving to place himself between them.
“Well, I’m un-inviting you. Leave. You’re trespassing and I’ll call the authorities.” Minhyuk glares, hiding Jihoon behind his bulkier frame, eyeing the demon warily when his eyes grow cold and his grin morphing into a mocking smirk.
Jungkook flashes the two older demons now lounging on the furniture a playful grin, “Did you hear that? He’ll call the authorities.”
“He seems to be under the impression that demons are something like themselves or, possibly, like humans.” Namjoon returns the grin, black eyes never leaving the angels huddled together. “It’s pathetic, really, that he’s this naïve.”
Jungkook nods with a jeering laugh, enjoying the way it makes them cringe. “Truly. You are right. Look at them, Namjoon, all pressed together in hopes of falling out of our range. In hopes of us leaving them be. Which is impossible, what with the way they’ve decided to treat our angels.”
Jungkook nods to Yoongi who glides over to the angels with a wide grin, lightly waving his hand over their tense forms, smile mocking when they flinch, voice a low rasp, “Sleep.”
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Minhyuk gasps as he wakes, looking around the room frantically, trying to recall the last thing he was doing. The only thing that comes to mind is Jihoon returning home with those three-
“Awake, I see.” A voice startles him, making Minhyuk whip his head to face it, blanching when he sees one of the demons sitting on a plush chair to the left of where he’s lying. Red eyes regard him blankly, not matching the smile pulling at his lips, the look setting off warning bells in Minhyuk’s head. Jungkook waves his hand, motioning behind his seat and Minhyuk allows his eyes to follow the movement, widening at the sight before him. He tries to sit up only to realize he can’t.
Jungkook laughs, the sound sending ice down Minhyuk’s spine, eyes flicking between the sitting demon and his black eyed companion, “What-”
“We were beginning to think you wouldn’t wake. Which would have been boring. How else can we program it into your thick, idiotic skull,” Jungkook is suddenly kneeling over Minhyuk, dagger placed against the angel’s throat with enough force to draw blood, eyes narrowing into rage filled slits, “That the angels are ours and they aren’t to be bothered. Especially by pathetic wastes of energy.”
Minhyuk stares at the demon with wide eyes, slowly coming to the realization of the situation he’s in, the danger he’s in. Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, Minhyuk looks at Jungkook before looking over his shoulder at the other two demons, one of which is hovering near Jihoon. Minhyuk feels bile riding in his throat as he takes stock of the other angel. What did they do to him?
Jihoon’s eyes are blank, most likely from pain. Lacerations are clearly visible through the younger angel’s torn clothing, blood slowing oozing from some of the larger wounds, mainly on his torso and his arms, which are spread a good amount from his body. What skin isn’t covered in blood is littered with purple and blue bruises. “Jihoon.”
Jungkook follows his gaze, laughter bubbling up from within as he watches Namjoon draw a thin line across Jihoon’s side, watching the blood raise to the surface and slowly dribble down the skin. Jungkook drops down next to Minhyuk’s prone form, leaning back on his forearms to watch in amusement as Namjoon reaches over and tugs a feather from the wing he has pinned to the wall near where the angel is chained to the ceiling. Jungkook glances at Minhyuk with a serene smile as the angel desperately pulls at his restraints in response to the sharp cry of pain coming from the bound angel, watching as he flinches only to cry out in agony when the movement causes a tearing sound to echo through the tension filled room. Jungkook beams at Minhyuk as Yoongi runs his hand along the space between the wall and the angel’s back, pulling away to reveal blood along his fingertips, running them along his lips with a sweet smile.
Jungkook nudges Minhyuk lightly, nodding his head over to the trio, eyebrow raised in excitement, “Every time your friend moves, even just a little flinch to whatever the hell Namjoon does, his wing tears a bit more from his back. That sound is skin being ripped apart,” Jungkook sighs blissfully, “Its one of my favorite sounds. And the way creatures cry out in pain when their bodies can’t handle the pain anymore?”
Yoongi and Namjoon both respond to the exhalation of joy when Jungkook sighs dreamily, eyes meeting Minhyuk’s watery ones, a shake of his head makes Jungkook’s hair flop unnecessarily attractively, eyes clouded in a haze Minhyuk can’t label, “It’s pure bliss.”
“Ah, ah! No dying in this little piece of heaven.” Namjoon’s sudden voice draws the attention of everyone to him and Jihoon, the angel’s head lolling to the side, eyes closed. The others watching as the demon gently cups the angel’s chin, blowing softly in his face, “I won’t let you.”
Jungkook nudges Minhyuk again when Jihoon gasps a desperate breath of air, eyes hazy and panicky, a whimper leaving his bloody lips as he pulls too harshly on his bound wings. Minhyuk tears his eyes from Jihoon and looks at Jungkook, “Namjoon is a Reaper, you know. Controller of death and all that fun stuff.” Jungkook points over to Yoongi, and Minhyuk glances at him to see Yoongi has taken residence in Jungkook’s plush chair, legs thrown over one arm and resting against the other, “Yoongi is an Alp. Controller of nightmares and dreams, too, if he feels like it.” Yoongi grins lazily, eyes still on Namjoon as the other demon continues to draw nonsensical patterns on Jihoon’s body, tugging randomly at the angel’s wings. Jungkook smiles at Minhyuk again, “And, I’m an Incubus. Controller of lust and temptation.”
Minhyuk screeches as Jungkook suddenly straddles him, plunging a blade into Minhyuk’s stomach, one hand coming up to grip on handful of feathers from a wing Minhyuk doesn’t even realize is out. Clenching tighter around the feathers in his grasp and pulling harshly, relishing in the agonized scream it gets him, eyes narrowing on Minhyuk, a snarl set on his face and a growl in his voice, “And you two have pissed us off. Do you know what we can do to you here? How long we can play with you here? We can be here for years and only hours will pass in the real world. Do you understand that?”
“It means you’re our bitch.” Yoongi whispers in Minhyuk’s ear, voice a low purr, though when Minhyuk looks over at the golden eyed demon he’s still in the chair, still focused on Namjoon and Jihoon.
Jungkook nods, watching as the gears in Minhyuk’s head turn and the delicious fear sets in, “And we’re going to explain to you, thoroughly, why our angels should be left be. Why the words tainted and fallen will never leave your lips in regard to them again.”
“And, also, greatly press you for an apology to them. I’m sure they’d appreciate the sentiment.” Namjoon grins, plunging the blade in his hand deeper into the angel bound before him, glancing over over his shoulder at the whine that leaves the angel under Jungkook. His smile lights up when he sees Jungkook raking clawed hands down Minhyuk’s torso, blood oozing from the wounds and gushing from tainted lips. Shaking his hand loose of the blade still lodged in Jihoon’s body, Namjoon lightly taps at the pendant dangling alongside his pocket-watch, eyes bleeding black as the shadows leak from the charm in his hand, morphing the pendant into a normal sized scythe, a maniacal grin spreading across his lips, “Time to start.”
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Jimin hums lightly as Jungkook presses kiss after kiss into his shoulder and neck, alternating between biting at the Claim and then kisses. Jimin wraps his arms around his demon’s neck pulling him up to meet his lips, whining slightly at the feel of teeth sinking into his bottom lip, “Jungkookie.”
Jungkook smiles at the happy sigh his name has turned into, falling from Jimin’s beautiful lips, enjoying the warmth and fondness he can feel from his mate. He nuzzles in Jimin’s neck with a content purr, smiling widely when Jimin starts carding his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, lightly scratching, “Love you, angel.”
Jimin beams, wrapping Jungkook in his wings as a happy squeal leaves him, breathlessly merging his lips with Jungkook’s. Wide blue eyes stare up at Jungkook when he leans up to rest over the angel on his forearms, Jimin leaning up to nuzzle his nose against Jungkook’s, “I love you, too, Kookie.”
Jungkook will willingly admit he loves the feel of Jimin’s wings against his bare back, “You’re so beautiful, Jimin. I will always love you and protect you.”
Jimin stares at the ceiling for a few silent minutes, contemplating on whether or not he wants to ruin this moment. He decides he will always be honest with Jungkook, so he tightens his wings around his demon and wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders just as tightly, burying his face into the larger male’s neck, “Thank you, Jungkookie. For protecting me.”
Jungkook pauses, feeling the heaviness and seriousness of the words, understanding them to have a deeper meaning then a general sense. He can’t look at Jimin, though, to gauge his face without forcefully removing the angel’s arms and wings, “Sweetheart?”
Jimin just places a kiss to Jungkook’s neck, “My protector. Protecting me from all the mean people saying mean things.” Jungkook can feel the smile on Jimin’s lips, “Because even angels can have bad intentions.”