all was well until seokjin starts to see yoongi, one of the angels, in a darker light and yoongi becomes too envious of anyone who touches and stays to close to seokjin, the oldest. yoongi wasn’t oblivious of the heavy tension and lingering stares from the older angel.
jin also knew better. he knew yoongi wasn’t just being protective or caring over him. they both knew but they chose to ignore it under the assumption that no one would find out. they kept quiet, silently pining, knowing that deep under those immaculately white robes, were stains.
stains of things they should feel, shouldn’t think, and shouldn’t know, corrupting every inch of their prestine souls. they acted as if nothing was happening, but angels don’t lie, do they?
the other angels could see right through them. it was such a shame really, the epitome of purity and chastity longing for the embodiment of kindness and selflessness who wishes to have the prior to himself.
it wasn’t until namjoon, the angel of justice and humility that they found themselves facing the wrath of the heavens being stripped off their rightful titles and seats taking away their wings and the halo that perpetually gave them the morning sun glow. and so they fell;
they fell together in the unending pit of the unknown darkness. succumbing into their wants, they became lust and envy with hands intertwined. seokjin’s plump and sinful lips that never spoke of lies and curses now littered yoongi with bruises and the softest of kisses.
yoongi’s soft eyes that only ever wanted to express benevolence, now shoots daggers at everyone who comes too close to his beloved. now they think, feel, touch, and love freely. if this was the cost of remaining in heaven, if losing the capability to piece themselves together was
what they needed to do, then maybe heaven doesn’t sound like a great place after all.
s-should i continue and introduce the other angels or something
will update soon!! (later this week owo)
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