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"So, what's the update on the suspect Watson"
"Jungkook, I'm not in the mood. Don't you have some cards to empty or dates to go to?"
I had my focus on the two figures sipping onto their morning coffee until somebody decided to take a seat beside me. He had his hands wrapped around a coffee and a mint chocolate cookie on the other. Jungkook leaned back, imitating my posture and facial expression as I observed the men in black suits sitting across my side of the hospital cafeteria.
"Oh please, I know you enjoy my presence. I mean have you seen me. And besides, I'm the only one who knows about the voodoo shit that's going around here other than your human ass, so a little, hey good morning Jungkook wouldn't hurt"
"How come you get to be Sherlock!?" I asked with an annoyed tune, ignoring his words and snatching the drink from his side of the table, sipping in the coffee though it wasn't warm anymore. Jungkook flinched at my attack and watched me consume his breakfast in betrayal.
"I could have gotten two if I knew you were going to be a real pain in the ass you know" Jungkook relaxed and dragged his chair closer to me, trying to zoom into the two figures I've been engrossed in stalking. "So, were they any good in assisting you with the weirdo downstairs"
"Well work begins today; we will find out with time. And I would like it if you could rephrase from calling my patient a weirdo. As a doctor I feel like throwing you into a trashcan"
"You're pretty feisty today. Let me guess, it is the time of the month?" he asked with a playful smirk and an eyebrow raised up. I just glared as an answer and he knew I wasn't going to beat around the bush with that questioned raised.
"Remind me not to talk to you today" he continued, moving his chair back to where it was, summoning some distance between us. Regardless of that, Jungkook still continued to be curious.
"Okay you know what, I would go with the blonde hair if I were you""
"For the love of god, Jungkook, I am not staring at them to get which one I want to date. I'm justâyou knowâtrying to kind ofâunderstand them"
"Right" he said. "Why do you look nervous then"
"I am not, okay" I replied, sounding like I'm at loss of words since I knew Jungkook was picking up on my unusual nervousness, which by the way was true, at least that's how I feel after talking to Namjoon a week ago. Something about him was just so not right. The whole cube thing he did was still in the back of my head.
"Someone's having a crush" Jungkook declared with another one of his smirks. Honestly at this point he felt like that annoying sibling I've never had. The nagging and comfortable conversations we have are counted as well.
"I do not have a crush on Namâ"
"Morning, Doc"
"Speak of the devil" Jungkook said when both Namjoon and Yoongi had appeared behind us. With the annoying conversation with Jungkook, I didn't even realize that they were standing right behind my chair.
"At you service" Namjoon spoke, replying to Jungkook which left the boy puzzled.
He then shifted his attention to me when I was about to grab my coat and leave with the coffee. It's been a week since I've avoided direct contact with Namjoon, and I wasn't yet ready for his second lecture again.
He grabbed the coffee before I could and observed it with a sly smile.
"Your coffee is a little cold"
"I left it for too long"
"Too bad, that just ruins the taste"
"I'll just get myself another one"
Namjoon moved his head slightly to his right. His expression changed in a matter of seconds and wasn't pleasing to look at anymore. The tip of his thumb scratched the side of the cup, making an unnecessary noise when it does, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips before continuing to talk.
"You've been avoiding me"
"I've been busy"
"Doesn't look like to me" he replied with expressions that were stern and pissed.
By then Jungkook had already been out of sight and I'm guessing Suga has something to do with that, leaving just the two of us. Namjoon walked a step closer and for no reasons I could feel my heartbeat go insane.
"There is something you need to know. I figured you would already know it by now. But I guess you weren't as smart as they told me you would be"
"Excuse me?"
"Meet me at my office in five minutes. It's about time you are updated with the things going on around you"
"What makes you think I will?"
"You will, I'm pretty sure you will" he replied with a smirk. Namjoon's eyes now fixed ahead of him, giving me no more of his attention. While he walked past me, he swiftly slid the cup of coffee back into my hands. Everything happened so quick and I was left completely stoned. I kept debating with my decision.
Should I go? There was no good reason for me to go. I could just get back to my office. But one thing kept bugging me. And as stupid as it sounds, it was the cup that he easily pushed into my palms.
Because the cup of coffee I had sipped in cold was now hot again. He did that.
He isn't just a Doctor.
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"Took you long enough"
Namjoon smiled, his eyes slightly twitching at the bright light that attacked him through the window. His dimples got the best of him as he tried to keep his eyes open. I've never seen him smile this wide. Now that I look at him, he has the most innocent smile I've ever seen. Suddenly he grew curious with a lift of an eyebrow and gestured his hands ahead.
"Did you finish your coffee?"
At this point I was completely puzzled at what he was trying to do. Is he joking? Or was he trying to be cunning?
"Well, yes, thanks to you I did"
We both just stared at each other, either of us staring the conversation. I could see that he was not weirded out by the awkward silence, so I had to get to the point.
"You had something to tell me?"
"What's the rush, Doc" he asked, clicking his pen to finish a few undone paper works on his table. Namjoon looked unbothered and continued to ignore my presence.
That pretty much drained the last bit of patience left in me and I proceeded to the door, deciding to leave. My hands touched the door handle and immediately flinched at the hot metal my skin touched. For a second I was left shocked. What the fuck just happened. I slowly tried touching the handle with the tip of my finger and it was not hot anymore? It almost felt delusional. I took a second to turn back at Namjoon and he was still unbothered and going through his files.
With a sigh I held the handle and turned it. Its locked. It was not locked when I entered and now its locked. I tried pushing harder with my body leaning in for strength. It was of no use.
"What is this Namjoon?" I got so annoyed and turned to Namjoon, but he was nowhere to be found. The room only had me in it. "Namjoon, what the fuck!" I yelled, because now my hand was glued to the handle. No matter what I did I couldn't let myself free.
When I thought things couldn't get any worse, the whole room started to shrink from each corner. The walls were marching towards me slowly, and the fear in me multiplied. I was now stuck in the middle of a horror film. The furniture on each wall collided over each other and paced forward towards me. Only a miracle could get me out of this.
And just in time, the door handle loosened, and I turned it just before I got smashed between walls. The door actually opened from behind me, almost as if someone had done it but when it did, my body fell backwards. There was no step for me to keep my feet, I was left falling into a black void that had a splash of purple, almost like strokes of watercolor around the space. No gravity existed here. I fell to nothing.
I could feel my hair brush over my face as I kept falling and my legs that fell prey to a kind of paralysis. It was a nightmare. Almost like I was in hell. I kept falling. My tears were let free when I could no longer comprehend my surroundings. What is happening to me? Why am I here. Anyone! Someone please hear my voice. Help me. My mouth was sealed but my head voice was crystal clear and echoed everywhere.
There was this strong light that glazed on my right, and I could barely tilt my head to see. My still falling figure continued to feel weak. The light had slowly dimmed and I could see a figure so bright yet not enough suttle to see in his human form. He had long and beautiful white wings. He flew for a while and suddenly started falling. The figure had no control over his flight. His wings and his entire body started to fade, then slowly and gradually his beautiful pair of white wings had turned grey, almost black in no time and started to fly again.
A fallen angel? I thought.
I had begun to be more curious the more I engrossed myself into this mystical void. A few seconds into his recovery and another path crossed his way. There was this light. Just like how I had recalled in the mirror dimension of Taehyung's. The light gleamed so bright that it ignited an unknown fear in me. Why was I scared? I could find little to no less answers in this trapped dimension I was at.
Regardless, the light continued to glaze, and it was the strongest than ever. It was coming at me and my eyes enlarged in complete terror. I let out an awful scream when I felt it an inch away, but exactly at that moment my body was free from the paralysis and I could stand in a floating position. It was a touch that freed me. And I dodged the light as it went right past me. I looked behind to see the figure and felt dreadful for him.
One by one of his beautiful grey feathers started to fall until he was left with nothing.
I felt awful and my body moved to reach his fading figure that I could barely see in the black void. But just when I was about to move closer to him, many black hands that took form in the void had pulled me away. It was frightening. I could hear faint whispers telling me 'Don't do it'
Every time I felt a hand over my body, pulling and dragging my clothes, I tried pushing them away terrified. I started running away from everything. There was that door. I could see it. I ran with my life on the line. So quick that I couldn't breathe the slightest bit. Just when I reached it, there were more hands holding and pulling me back into that dimension. I refused. I kept fighting.
I finally had the door. In a matter of seconds, I closed it shut and took in that deep breath just in time. My body felt weak and I fell on the wooden floor leaning against the door.
"Welcome back" a sharp voice spoke.
"Namjoâ" my mouth fell open at the site ahead. I was sure welcomed back into the office, but to meet a shirtless guy that had gigantic black wings that formed on his back. The man was too beautiful from every angle. His wings were a work of art. So much going on in every feather. He was straight out of a comic.
"I don't know if it's the wings or my body that's making you this startled, Doc" he said, taking slow steps to me.
I wanted to say both, but my mouth just wasn't moving at all. And he probably read my mind since he's cleary a demon.
As he walked forward, his wings slowly started to move back into his body and clothes started to design over his chest. By the time he was a few inches away from me, he was back to his normal self.
"Would that explain to you my identity?" he asked to which I immediately nodded, half scared and half stoned.
Namjoon giggled before kneeling to my height on the floor and pulling my chin up.
"There is so much more to me than this, would you like to know them?" he asked, staring at my lips and I stared at him uncomfortably.
"What you just witnessed is a small intro of my powers. The cube theory I tried didn't work on you, that was the most humanly way I could put it out for you. So, this was the only other option"
"I could hear your thoughts in the dimension I created, Doc. And you understand the idea of fallen angel, that is the most you need to know about Jimin"
"Jimin is the fallen angel?"
"Of course, who else. And you need to know that you were a part of the reason for the big war named 'Oradian' to occur in our history. Two worlds had come into collision because of an argument over a simple sin, that took years over years to end. It took time for the heaven and hell to come into a settlement, over a promise from each end. And for that purpose, life has taken form again and that is an example of why Jungkook has reincarnated for that sole purpose"
"A long time ago, when the world was ruled by kings and feared the gods, an angel had sinned and lost the trust of God, choosing path to serve the underworld. The sin was unknown to many. He was however not allowed to enter the underworld where he could access the peak of his powers. And for that he was told to prove himself worthy. They sent him to another dimension, another timeline, but he returned back failed and lost his wings"
"Not many knows what had happened that he lost his wings. However, when he returned, he was ordered to be punished and tortured. This demon was sent into a house that was never entered by any human except one. He was the caretaker of the house. Every day he would write the sufferings of the demon on his diary to his dead wife, who was promised to return from the underworld as a prize of his service. Suga and I were the Demons assigned to torture the sinner. But there was nothing to torture. When a celestial being loses its most important element of his existence, he would be living a hell in itself. Jimin was torturing himself"
"Suga was assigned because he was the guardian Demon of the caretaker and I was the guardian demon of the human he had brought back with him from the other dimension, or the timeline of life"
"As you may have realized, history is repeating itself. And all of us coming together under one roof is no coincidence. Its fate. And even if you don't complete your purpose of existence in this life, you will take life again and this will keep repeating Minrae and so will Jungkook, he was the caretaker back then and his role was to keep Jimin's feather safe"
My head was spinning. But every information he provided only left me with doubts and questions.
"You haven't told me why I am a part of this?"
"We are not allowed to reveal anything. Every celestial being you must have met in this hospital here, knows why Jimin lost his wings and the story behind it that involves you. However, none of us knows the prize you have to pay to gain him back his wings"
"Why can't I know?"
"We were told that once you know it from us, you wouldn't be willing to help him. I mean it's not like it would make any difference, you are probably shocked out of your wits right now, imagine telling you why you are a part of all this, you would lose it, Doc"
"So, if you are a guardian Demon of someone he brought from the other timeline, is that someone me?"
"Smart, but no, I'm not your guardian Demon"
"But I have a guardian angel, Taehyung, so I should have a guardian Demon too, right?"
"Yes, but you don't. I'm not sure why, maybe it could be because it's your first life? I don't know for sure"
"You just told me I'm a part of the history repeating itself, and now you are telling this is my first life"
"It's more complicated than you think, but I'm only obliged to answer you till here"
"Then tell me this, how do I find out"
I now had Namjoon's full attention. He started playing with an item in his hands while smiling ironically, like he had something planned in the back of his head and I could only pray that it's not the black void again. Namjoon walked towards the big window beside his table and had susscefully opened it with his mind. The white curtains untied itself from the knot and started dancing with the wind.
"I am really found of you, Doc. You're much interesting than I thought you to be. You may not have a guardian Demon, but you have me. I will protect you" he said, holding my hand and walking towards the open window, making me face the city view.
"I don't think that's what a Demon does" I spoke bluntly to which he giggled lightly.
"This" he said, finally revealing the thing he was fidgeting with. "It's my very own black feather. This is like the portal that holds my powers. Only a demon is powerful enough to hold this. When a mortal comes in contact with this feather, they will see the depths of the underworld for all the sins they have committed. It's as equal pain as death and-" he continued.
"-I need you to hold this for me"
"I think you forgot that I'm a mortal" I replied, hesitantly.
"Nope, I have not. I missed one bit of the information. When a dead person holds this feather, they regain back a lost memory of their past. That will help you understand better, Doc"
"Namjoon, I'm not dead either"
"Not yet, you're not" he replied, stepping closer to me.
"Any final wishes, Doc?" he asked and the next thing I remember is his hand pushing me through the window. I could still see the smirk on his lips like a picture and the way he so easily betrayed me. It was just like falling into that void, except this wasn't a delusion.
This is going to sound ridiculous but,
I am falling from a 20 story building with a feather in my hand.
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A/N- anyone still here?