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Remember me...
Min Yoongi was the Angel of Death. He was beautiful... so much so that whoever saw him would die. It was ironic really, how gods perfection would bring such misfortune to those he called his greatest creation, his children.
Yoongi remembers very little of the hundreds of millennia that he had been doing this and he remembers much less the life before that. His name was told to him by the ones above him but everything else was gone. He didn't know of his life... or even if he had one to begin with but he truly hoped he did. He hoped someone had loved him as that feeling that humans talk so much about every time he sees them is foreign to his angel self. He snickers when he thinks of his title... angel. Was that really what he was? No...he was the closest thing to hell that heaven could have and no one could even change that.
*BONG*
As the bell rang Yoongi found himself pulled out of his thoughts, surprise and terror appearing on his face as he looked at the offending object. How?
The ball shouldn't ring... hell its impossible as he was here right now and no death happens without his presence. A feeling of remorse suddenly caught up to him and he looked up. Something was truly wrong. His wings appearing right behind him, Yoongi threw himself out of the door in search of the calamity that was surely going to happen but he found nothing. Checking a second time... a third time... no deaths, no lives were lost so why did the bell ring? Was the damned thing broken? Can gods property break? What was happening.
Letting an uneasy breath Yoongi started on his way back. He would have to ask the mighty ones what was going on but until then he had to get ready. Walking softly as if the ground would break Yoongi found himself be pulled back to the voice that would whisper sweet nothings on his ears when he was alone... when he was close to losing it. In the beginning he had found it unnerving... annoying. Was this another punishment that he had to suffer through? No the sound was too warm and comforting to be something bad. He had grown to care for it so much so that sometimes he would try to get upset on purpose. Maybe he was going crazy if such a thing was possible for an angel, but then again he didnt mind it. Reaching the door of his building he noticed it had opened on its own... had Taehyung entered his building again?
He remembers the first time he met him, The angel of Luck and Hope.
Flashback
It was a millennia ago- he had been given orders on the souls whose life would end and the situation was a somber one. A bus full of 5 year olds, 24 of them to be exact was supposed to crash with no survivors except of the driver a despicable filthy soul that would live for another decade after. Yoongi had long since had stopped questioning the decisions of his father. His heart although hurting was now meek and easily controlled. He had gotten up like on a trance ready to go and show himself to those poor souls with his counterpart causing the accident a millisecond after but suddenly the bus had stopped by itself making him lose his balance and almost fall on his face. Thats when he had turned around and seen Taehyungs face. It was beautiful- even with his eyes closed tightly (rightfully so as not to die) Yoongi found himself blushing just a little until he realized that this little shit, had, in fact stopped the accident which meant that they would both be in very deep trouble when the mighty ones found out.
Pulling himself out of the bus he had flown right at the other demanding an explanation on his actions and a resolution while the boy had just smiled.
"They are so little how could I let them go when I had the power to stop it from happening" The boy had said not phased by Yoongis anger.
"You think you did something good? You think you gave them more time? Those kids will die and because of you, some other souls could become casualties along the way" It was harsh but Yoongi had learned this the hard way. The mighty ones never forgave, if you questioned them, they would take and take until your soul would break and your hopes were diminished into nothing. The driver had hit his head and the bus was not starting which meant there was no way Yoongi could fix this... not without them finding out.
At that time Taehyung had falled to the ground eyes open in horror and Yoongi had had to turn around so fact to keep the boy safe from his own curse of death that for a second he thought he got a whiplash.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't know. They are... so small" He had said and Yoongi knew... Yoongi understood. So he had silently rubbed his shoulder, the act very awkward since he was turned the other way to keep his face away from the angel on the ground.
After that Yoongi had helped him up and had taken control of the situation, having taken the responsibility on his hands fighting tooth and nail against the mighty ones for a chance to be given to the young ones. With the price being a part of his soul and hard labor for 500 years the kids were alive and well.
After that all was history. When Taehyung had found out he had thrown the door open to his building, a white cloth wrapped around his eyes, screaming and loudly exclaiming that he would be Yoongi's best friend/soulmate/other half for life.
End of flashback
And here we are, Yoongi thought finally setting foot inside only to fall back on his butt at the view in front of him.
A young boy, no longer than 21 stood in front of him staring and smiling at him brightly
I'm be back to you in no time my love...