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It was a gloomy day in Seoul.
The dark clouds were clumped together, producing thunderstorms. People were hurriedly trying to find shelter amidst the downpour – some were panicking as they didn’t have their umbrellas, some were terrified as the booming sounds of thunder were thoroughly heard in their ears.
“Happy birthday,” Yoongi whispered to himself as he watched the rain pour down the streets from the window of his apartment in Seoul. It was his 25th birthday and he still hasn’t found his soulmate whose eyes were the same as his – light gray with a hint of blue. It was a unique kind of color and Yoongi, after all these years, hasn’t found his soulmate.
Namjoon, his best friend, sighed as he watched Yoongi look out the window. They were supposed to be celebrating his birthday today, but Yoongi insisted that they shouldn’t since he was going to die at some point anyway. It was the curse of not finding your soulmate – if you reach your 25th birthday and you haven’t found your soulmate, Death was going to be at your window, waving at you with his scythe, ready to reap your broken and lonely soul.
“We can always celebrate tomorrow,” Namjoon offered to Yoongi, whose back was still turned towards him.
“What’s the use,” he replied, finally facing him and crossing his arms. “I’m bound to die anyway, is there any point in celebrating?” Yoongi added, earning a sad look from his best friend. “I should’ve known you’d reach this point,” Namjoon said, his bright, hazel eyes looking into Yoongi’s gray ones.
Yoongi shook his head, as if stopping Namjoon from whatever he was going to say. “I know, I know, I can’t say anything to make you believe anymore because this is the year, but come on, Yoongi, the least you can do is go out there.”
“You’re not going to die tomorrow and in an instant, you still have to find them before the 8th of March.”
“Easy for you to say,” Yoongi started, his lips turning into a frown. “You already have Seokjin that’s why you’re telling me this but I’m fine, Joon,” he said, sitting on his couch with Namjoon. “Plus, we all knew within these few months coming up, something’s going to hit me and I’ll probably die – thank God for that.”
Namjoon put his hand on his face, another disappointing sigh leaving his mouth. “Can you just – you know what, let’s make a deal,” he said, making Yoongi’s bored face turn into a curious one. “What is it?” he asked, propping his elbow on the arm of the couch and resting his head on the palm of his hand.
“Within this month, we, or you, go out every day until we find your soulmate – if we find him, then good, but if we don’t then you can lock yourself here in this damned apartment until Death crawls in your ass.”
“That isn’t a very pleasant image to visualize but you got a deal, Joon,” Yoongi said, smiling as Namjoon tried to smile for his friend who just wanted to get this life over with and die because he hasn’t found his soulmate. “You know, you’re the only person I know who’s so eager to just.. go.”
“Other people try to find their soulmate and go out there in the world but you – you’re really sure about it, huh?”
“Sure about what?” Yoongi asked, quite a bit bored. “About not finding them? Of course, if there was somebody for me then I would have found them, Namjoon, and I would be more enthusiastic about living.”
“We’ll see about that.”
-
Taehyung woke up in cold sweat.
He dreamt about his soulmate.
He saw how sad he was, looking at his window and talking to his friend about his soulmate – which was him, of course, why else would he be reincarnated? – and how he wasn’t going to find him because his eyes were too unique for someone to have.
His soulmate wanted to die already because he was already 25 and he believed there was no hope for him. Too bad, Taehyung thought before standing up from his bed – he was staying in an apartment building where it was owned by God’s reincarnated angels. Everyone here has their own story of reincarnation and how they found their soulmate.
They had the best of days, Taehyung knew about that, when he was in-charge of looking at the reincarnated angels from heaven and saw the happiness that enveloped their faces, lips curling up in a smile, eyes lighting up the moment they see their soulmate.
Taehyung couldn’t wait to experience all of that.
But the difference was that, his soulmate was due to die any moment because he was already 25 and he just got reincarnated – where will he start?
All he knew was that he was in Korea, in Seoul specifically; he knew his soulmate in Seoul, but God knows, he knows that Seoul was big.
Will he make it in time?
Taehyung stood up and made himself some food, deciding what to do in order to find his soulmate. As he made his food, a knock was heard. Taehyung wiped his hands with a cloth and proceeded to walk towards the door, opening it to find a messenger holding an envelope, probably containing more information about his soulmate.
Their task was basically find their soulmate as fast as they can before they get taken away by Death – some succeeded, but some did not, resulting into them returning into heaven. Taehyung had a hard mission upon him since God decided to wait until his soulmate turned 25 before giving the person to him.
“Thank you,” he said as he accepted the envelope from the angel, who left with a puff and then disappeared away with the wind. Taehyung felt the texture of the brown envelope that was given to him – it was rough and it felt like it was the surface of his soulmate’s being. Although that seems like a rough thought to have for your soulmate, Taehyung knew he was going to succeed in loving his soulmate – whoever he was.
He walked towards the shiny, marble counter and placed the envelope on top, sitting on the stool and proceeded to open the envelope and find out who his soulmate was. Usually, the documents delivered to them contained information about their soulmate and hopefully find clues of their whereabouts. God didn’t feed them with a silver spoon, He knew His children well and He knew they will do their best – if not, then it is not only His loss, but also of His beloved angels.
Taehyung saw the documents. It contained a photo of his soulmate and approximately five papers that contained in-depth information about him. Taehyung was excited to know his soulmate – he had waited for a long time for this day to come, to meet his soulmate – or should he say, Min Yoongi.
Born in the 9th of March in the year 2077 in Daegu, South Korea, with the weather smiling upon them as the world welcomed another child of God to the Earth – Min Yoongi was a child whose intellect was a wonder to all the adults he had interacted with. At a young age, Yoongi was smart – he was an independent child. He seldom needed the help of elders and he often learned through his own. “Impressive,” Taehyung mumbled as he further read the documents given to him. Taehyung was humming a solemn tune, smiling from time to time as he saw that Yoongi, until he grew into a teenager, was an achiever.
Several achievements were listed until there was information down the bottom that made Taehyung’s heart frown in sadness.
Year 2092. Min Yoongi was fifteen (15) years old when he suffered a heartbreaking loss and trauma after both of his parents died in a tragic car accident. Mr. and Mrs. Min were on their way home when a truck carrying several shipments crashed onto their vehicle and it caused massive damage to properties but mostly to the parents. The collision of both vehicles impacted Mr. and Mrs. Min the most – resulting into an immediate death.
The paramedics and police arrived in the scene to give help to the parents and the police to investigate the scene – but unfortunately, things did not go well. Mr. and Mrs. Min died together without seeing their son, Min Yoongi, who was listed as one of their emergency contacts. Yoongi did not come to see his parents as it caused him immense pain – his aunt came instead to talk to authorities.
After this incident, Yoongi was almost inconsolable and was put into the custody of his aunt – but after three (3) years, he was eighteen (18) years old and has decided to move out and live on his own.
Taehyung did not expect this much heartbreak already – he hasn’t even met Yoongi yet and he already wants to swallow him in his arms and comfort him until the end of time. What he went through at such a young age.. Taehyung could not imagine it at all. He did not feel alone as he had his angel brothers and sisters up in heaven alongside Father – how he wish Yoongi was basked in the same love and comfort he had – but Taehyung thought he would have time for that, to give Yoongi everything he needed.
But first, he needed to find him.
Fast.
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APRIL 27, 2102
“Can’t I just give up, Joon?” Yoongi huffed as he and Namjoon walked on the streets, going to an art gallery since Namjoon said there was a new piece of art brought from another country – he was very excited and he thought he’d bring Yoongi around. He knows Yoongi has been appreciative of the arts despite his lack of love towards going outside his apartment. Namjoon thought that this was not only a good time for them to bond, but to also find Yoongi’s soulmate.
Namjoon tsk-ed at his friend, obviously dismayed at his question. “It’s been only a month and a few weeks, you’re not that giving up that easily?” he threw back a question, looking at Yoongi before focusing on the streets again, dodging people here and there. “I gave up a long time ago, I told you that,” he answered. Namjoon had the urge to shake his head as he was then again, dismayed, but that’s Yoongi for you.
Both of them were walking for a few minutes, Yoongi asking “are we there yet?” like a child every few minutes or so. Once they arrived, Namjoon handled everything and Yoongi was left questioning himself on why he decided to agree in going out – he hated how the sun was up in his ass right now considering it was almost one in the afternoon and Namjoon insisted they go here before they have a late lunch. Yoongi thought he should’ve brought some snacks to prevent his stomach from potentially humiliating itself in front of people.
Anyway, Yoongi just wants to eat lunch.
Once Namjoon motioned for him to follow, they both went inside and Yoongi was welcomed with beautiful and aesthetically made art pieces. Some posed as questions for him – as he didn’t know what to think of it, but nonetheless Yoongi thought they were pretty in their own way – some were identifiable as portraits and he was in awe.
Namjoon saw the way Yoongi looked at the art pieces, he chuckled at how his friend’s jaw was almost hanging. He did remember it was a while since Yoongi decided to go out, he was thankful he agreed. “I love that one,” Yoongi said, getting Namjoon’s attention. He was pointing towards a portrait of a woman looking gloomy, holding her head in her hand and was surrounded by numerous objects. Namjoon and Yoongi went closer, inspecting the art, although they were stopped because of a barrier rope. They weren’t the only ones interested as there were several people there, looking like Yoongi – in awe. There was a man in front who looked like he was explaining the art, photographers were there and Namjoon realized he was looking at the newly arrived art piece he’d been waiting for.
“No way,” he whispered, not believing his eyes. “What?” Yoongi asked the man beside him, obviously having no idea. “We’re looking at an original Albrecht Dürer masterpiece,” Namjoon informed Yoongi – who was still baffled. Who was Albrecht Dürer?
“Wh-“
As if the man in front heard Yoongi, he answered. “Albrecht Dürer was a German Renaissance artist and he created this piece before us – the Melencolia I. It is said that the central subject of this piece, the gloomy figure of a woman we see, was or is supposed to be the personification of melancholia itself. She is surrounded by several objects, looking distantly at them. Most would say that Melencolia I represents alchemy or geometry – which I agree with, since the objects strewn in front of her were items related to the said studies…”
Yoongi got a better look at the man in front. He looked angelic and the way he spoke in explaining the art was music to his ears – it was as if an angel was singing to him and he knows damn well he did not believe in God, not anymore after that incident years ago. The man was beautiful, Yoongi knew that, and the way he answered questions from people and other enthusiasts of art made him think as if he was Albrecht Dürer himself.
Minutes had passed before the crowd dissipated and both Namjoon and Yoongi were left, still admiring the art. The man was still in front, looking at them, although Yoongi tried to evade his stares as he was a bit uncomfortable with having a staring competition – although he wouldn’t mind it if it was this man.
“I see you’re still admiring the art – do you have any questions?” the man asked both of them. Namjoon nodded and smiled before firing a question Yoongi didn’t bother to hear. He was busy staring at the art – well, the man, if he was to be honest.
“That’s so cool! I didn’t know the art gallery can get a piece like this. It’s amazing,” Namjoon said in awe, truly a lover of art. The man chuckled and nodded, “yes, it was a shocker to me too, at first when they told it to me.”
“How long have you been working here?” Namjoon asked, deeply intrigued by the art, but not only that, as well as the man in front of them. “Only a few weeks, I just moved here,” the man replied, making Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up in question. “Where did you live before here in Seoul?” Yoongi asked, making Namjoon’s ears perk up as his friend finally decided to grace his presence between him and the man. The man was taken aback, looking like he was debating to answer before letting out a place that Yoongi knew all too well.
“I came from Daegu.”
“I’m from Daegu too,” Yoongi said, giving a small smile. “Oh? That’s nice to hear! What’s your name?” the man boldly asked, Namjoon just looking at the two of them, enjoying it obviously.
“Yoongi, and you?”
“My name’s Taehyung. Nice to meet you, Yoongi.”
-
Taehyung was shocked.
He knew Yoongi was in Seoul a month ago but he didn’t know where to find him. Now, Yoongi and his friend, Namjoon, walks in here to survey the art and Taehyung knew from the pit of his stomach that the smaller man looked familiar – he could not believe himself that he did not recognize Yoongi at the first time.
What kind of soulmate was he?
But then again he did get Yoongi’s number for.. research purposes if he wanted to hang out. Taehyung had a few months left before he gets Yoongi to fall in love with him and for God to lift up the curse and let him live until he can. It was wonderful, but Taehyung had to move fast. Yoongi wasn’t one who believed in love because at this rate, he didn’t think he’d find a soulmate, so Taehyung decided he’s asking him out the next day.
He needed to plan, of course.
While on break, Taehyung decided to call his fellow angel.
“Seokjin, I just met him.”
“Not surprising, I did tell them to go out.”
“What?” Taehyung asked in disbelief. “You know messing with other angels’ fate is against our law right?”
“I wasn’t messing with your fate, Taehyung. I simply told Namjoon to go out and have fun with Yoongi and he agreed. I would only technically mess it if Namjoon said no and urged him still.”
Taehyung was silent.
“Anyway,” Seokjin continued. “Are you together now? Did you feel that spark?”
“What spark?”
“When your eyes met? There’s a spark within you that would initiate once you see the eyes of your soulmate and feel a connection.”
“..No, I didn’t.”
Seokjin sighed on the other line, trying not to feel surprised at Taehyung’s revelation. “Alright, that’s normal – I guess.”
“Maybe it needs more time?” Taehyung asked, hopefully he was right.
Seokjin, on the other hand, believed someone else messed up the connection. “Yeah, it needs more time,” he simply answered before bidding goodbye and deciding to summon someone he didn’t think he would see for a much longer time.
Seokjin was inside his and Namjoon’s apartment, it was much bigger than Yoongi’s and proceeded to chant a spell – a unique spell that was bound to call one person, or should he say, fallen angel.
Smoke erupted from the circle he formed; a young and muscular man was there, his skin tainted with faint glows of red and his back full of scars where his wings were cut off. Seokjin felt the temperature drop and the place reeked of sulphur. Seokjin hated the smell and he hated the fact that he had to call him down here where everything was peaceful.
The young man turned and showed himself, a smirk enveloping his lips and he crossed his arms. “Seokjin, it’s been a while.”
“Jungkook,” Seokjin greeted him with a grim smile. “What’s with the face, hyung?” he mocked, chuckling. “Did I do something wrong?” he innocently asked which made Seokjin grit his teeth in annoyance. “You know damn well you did something.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook continued to mock the elder, a shit-eating grin on his face, making him look younger and look like not an ounce of evil was in his body. He didn’t look like the spawn of the devil, to be honest.
Seokjin sighed heavily before delivering his statement. “What did you do to Min Yoongi? Taehyung didn’t feel a connection to him and I know you’re the only person behind this so speak of the truth, Jungkook, or so help me God.”
Jungkook chuckled at Seokjin, his tail appearing before him, wildly swaying. “I only did Yoongi a favour, you know? He wants to disappear from this Earth so I changed his eye color whenever he sees his soulmate. Not a big deal,” he shrugged, not caring if Seokjin was staring daggers at him.
“You what?” Seokjin exclaimed, blood pressure most likely rising. “You know that one simple change in saturation or contrast in the eye color automatically changes everything! How dare you tamper with fate!” Jungkook only grinned wickedly. “What else do you want me to do? I’m simply following his wishes.”
“You don’t understand, Jungkook! This is Taehyung’s mission here on Earth after so many years of being up in heaven - he was resurrected for a reason and you can’t just mess it up!” he yelled. Seokjin didn’t care if the neighbours heard him – he simply cared for his friend. “And? You think the evil is silenced whenever someone pleads for their own end? I’m lucky I was the one sent here and not the others. If it were my other brothers, Min Yoongi won’t even last a day.”
“Be thankful it was me, hyung, or he would have been gone the moment his 25th birthday started. We all know Taehyung’s too weak to break the spell I did and I know damn well you’re not risking your identity to break it yourself.”
“I’m wishing you the best, Seokjin hyung.”
And with that, Jungkook disappeared, the smell of sulphur disappearing and everything went back to normal.
Seokjin had to talk to Taehyung.
Immediately.
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JUNE 15, 2102
Yoongi visited Taehyung at his work place – the art gallery where they first met. Yoongi swore there was something to Taehyung that made him feel like he was going to stick with him until the end of time, but he was probably hallucinating because he was hungry at that time. Yoongi brought food for Taehyung to eat, something from his favourite café.
From the past few months, Taehyung and Yoongi grew attached to each other, although Yoongi felt like he was never going to find his soulmate because his eye color was too unique for this world, he felt like Taehyung was close to that. Sometimes he wished Taehyung was his soulmate, but he knew that was a long-shot.
The guard immediately recognized him and greeted him. The guard, who he learned was Hoseok, smiled at him and said, “he’s on the second floor – enjoy yourselves, Yoongi!” giving him a bubbly smile. “Thanks, Hobi!” Yoongi replied before disappearing from his sight and proceeded to go to Taehyung.
There weren’t a lot of people around, since it was lunch break and a weekday, people didn’t really have the time to visit the gallery at this rate unless you were a tourist. Locals would just pass by and occasionally take pictures at the front, not even bothering to take a look of the inside, where the real art is. Yoongi wished people appreciated it more instead of looking at it like it’s just a painting.
It is a painting, but it holds much more meaning if you think about it.
He saw Taehyung talking to a few people, explaining the concept of one painting to them. Yoongi was amazed at how people who were genuinely interested in art were sacrificing lunch time – inevitably Taehyung’s lunch time, too – to know art. He was more amazed at Taehyung. The man seemed like he knew the history behind every single piece as if he lived beside the artist behind it and see how it was made through his own eyes.
Eyes.
The thought of not meeting his soulmate invaded his thoughts again and Yoongi was so-sure he doesn’t exist – that’s why he was ready to go. But after meeting Taehyung, he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go anymore.
But Death is inevitable and if it was your time, he will find you whenever and wherever you might be. He might be in the form of an accident, a decent sleep, a disease – he is whatever you want him to be.
“Yoongi! There you are, I didn’t see you.”
Yoongi was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Taehyung walking towards him, a grin plastered on his face. As if he was automated, Yoongi grinned back at him, obviously forgetting the thought of death. “Hey, I brought you food,” he said, giving Taehyung the paper bag. “You didn’t have to!” was his reply.
“Nonsense. I figured you needed some sweets so I brought you a cheesecake, and your favourite frappe – not that I didn’t remember, it’s just –“
Taehyung chuckled.
It was, again, music to his ears.
“It’s fine, Yoongi. That was cute.”
Yoongi blushed – he wasn’t so sure if he was capable of blushing considering his stoic state all these years. But Taehyung managed to crack him slowly – and Yoongi somehow loved it. “Here,” he hurriedly gave Taehyung the paper bag. “Let’s go to the lounge! I’m sure there would be no one there.”
Yoongi agreed and proceeded to walk with Taehyung, talking about other things, laughing and giggling as they made their way towards the employee lounge – to be honest, there weren’t even a lot of employees. Probably two bodyguards, counting Hoseok and the other, plus five other employees, Taehyung included. The art gallery wasn’t that big, yet it houses some of the most prized paintings in the world.
“Don’t you think it smells like sulphur in here?” Yoongi suddenly asked, sniffing the air and Taehyung stiffened.
He couldn’t be here.
Taehyung was alarmed as he remembered what he and Seokjin talked about months ago – that Jungkook was the reason why nor he and Yoongi can feel any sparks between them. The demon had done a spell that would change the color of Yoongi’s eyecolor whenever they met. According to a few.. sources, a change in color of the eyes, may it be a simple discoloration, automatically tampers with fate as well as the notion of having a soulmate. Unless the spell is taken away, the person will not find his or her soulmate and would be prone to death before his 26th birthday.
“Oh! I forgot,” Taehyung said, pretending to not hear Yoongi’s concern. “I have to check something – you go on to the lounge, I’ll meet you there.”
Yoongi nodded, not minding at all since he wanted to take a seat and be basked in the cold since the air conditioning was always on in the employee lounge. Once he went inside, Taehyung silently called out Jungkook’s name. The demon appeared, looking a bit smug.
“Why are you here, Jungkook?” Taehyung calmly asked, looking behind the demon as well as behind him. “I warned you – don’t come near Yoongi ever again.”
Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. “What’s the use of a warning when I already messed with him before you could even notice? Just accept the fact that Yoongi is dying and that every moment you spend with him will be deemed worthless.”
“You can’t break the spell because you’re too weak, Taehyung.”
Taehyung clenched his fists and his breathing went ragged, but he wasn’t going to succumb to Jungkook’s words. He knows he can do it. He just needs more time to master it.
“I will break the spell and I will make sure you’re not breathing in the same space as Yoongi, understand? Now go away, Jungkook, just back off.”
“We’ll see about that, Taehyung. For the meantime, watch over Yoongi – you don’t know how excited my brothers are to get their hands on him.”
Laughter echoed around the halls as Jungkook disappeared with a puff of smoke. The smell of sulphur is gone and Taehyung’s heart was wildly beating in his chest. He needs to get more progress done before March 9, 2103 comes or he’ll receive the most heartbreaking moment of his life.
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AUGUST 08, 2102
“Okay, why is your hand so warm? Why is your whole body so warm?” Yoongi mumbled as he rested his head on Taehyung’s naked chest, the warmth of Taehyung’s body was a comfort he didn’t expect he needed. They both initially.. hooked up yet they weren’t together. Taehyung asked Yoongi about this and his answer was clear.
I don’t want any heartbreak before I go.
Taehyung didn’t think it was possible for him to hurt so much. He was working on the spell and he was getting the hang of it – he just needed the right time to execute it, he just didn’t know how to tell Yoongi how this particular circumstance happened. It was all too much for a simple human mind to take. Taehyung just needed to do it while he was in deep sleep and all will be done. They’ll both be happy again.
Taehyung chuckled at Yoongi’s question, not answering it and just holding him close. Yoongi was humming a tune and it was beautiful. “What song is that, my love?” he asked softly, his thumb drawing circles on Yoongi’s hand. “So far away,” Yoongi replied, just as soft. “I heard this in the radio one day and I thought it was beautiful.”
“What’s your favourite part?” Taehyung asked and Yoongi softly rapped the lyrics.
“My friends and family are getting further away. As time goes by I’m becoming more impatient, the feeling of being on my own, I am on my own right now. I want everything to disappear. I want it to disappear like a mirage, want it to disappear; I want my damn self to disappear. Like this, the world throws me away. In that moment I’m getting farther away from the sky. I’m falling.”
Both of them were silent as Yoongi finished his favourite part. It was a sad song, Taehyung knew that, but he didn’t know it was this upsetting. “I hope you know that I’m with you until the end,” Taehyung softly said, Yoongi giving a soft smile.
“I know.”
-
Morning came and Taehyung had a day off – Yoongi had to go somewhere, much to his surprise since his tiny human didn’t really go out and wander since Yoongi preferred the comfort of his home and Taehyung’s arms. Taehyung urged him to go out, to see the world somehow with his own two eyes since Taehyung wanted Yoongi to experience and describe the outside with his own words and not be influenced by him.
What was there to describe? It was always the same. A street full of busy people, buildings everywhere and a bit of pollution here and there, children at the park were enjoying their life, flowers were in full bloom and the weather was more than enough for Yoongi to put on a cardigan for warmth.
Yoongi wished nothing more than to disappear the moment he hit 25. What was there for him to see? He was bound to become a mirage and a lost soul returning to wherever he came from – that was before Taehyung. When Taehyung entered his life, it seemed like everything was put in place. He did feel some instances where he still wanted to erase himself from the world, but he felt more alive than not whenever he was with Taehyung. His mere existence proved Yoongi that despite him not seeing his soulmate, at least Taehyung was there with him.
Although he could not miss the way his eyes were colored. They were similar to his yet Yoongi did not feel that spark between them, as Namjoon described when he first saw his boyfriend, Seokjin. He often wondered if Taehyung was somehow his soulmate because of the similarity of their eye colors, but the spark was missing, so Yoongi dismissed the thought and accepted the fact that he was going to die any moment now.
How tragic.
Yoongi was going back to his apartment, going to get a few clothes since he decided he was going to stay with Taehyung for a few days – he didn’t know why, but all Yoongi knew was that he felt safe with Taehyung. That’s that.
As he arrived in his apartment, Yoongi noticed that the door was ajar. Somebody was inside and he didn’t know who the hell it was. Yoongi’s heartbeat started racing faster and his hands turned clammy as he opened the door. What he saw surprised him.
“Who are you?” he asked, surveying the young man inside his apartment. He was wearing a uniform – was he here to fix something?
The man faced him and let out a smile, “oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“My name is Jungkook, the landlord sent me here because he told me this particular room was having plumbing problems?” Jungkook asked, Yoongi nodding slowly, coming inside the room and everything was set in place. “Yeah, I didn’t think he’d response to that since he’s three months late.”
Jungkook chuckled, “Jimin’s like that,” he said. “Jimin? The name of my landlord is Jinyoung,” Yoongi said, a confused tone lacing his voice.
“Oh! I thought you knew. Jimin is Jinyoung’s brother – he died in an accident weeks ago. Jimin took over and called me, I’m a friend of his actually.”
Yoongi shifted uncomfortably. No one in the complex knew Jinyoung was dead? Surely he would know, or at least some of his neighbours would inform him. Was he that disconnected from the world? “I didn’t know,” he said quietly. “Thanks for telling me, Jungkook.”
“It’s no problem, Yoongi. Now let me fix this plumbing issue you have.”
-
After Yoongi left, Jungkook chuckled to himself as he looked at the loose strand of hair on his palm. “Now that’ll do the trick,” he mumbled as he placed the strand on a ziplock and put it in his pocket. “He’ll get his wishes soon,” Jungkook added, turning to leave but a hand stopped him.
“What did you do now?”
Jungkook chuckled again as he heard the familiar voice. “I’m just finishing my work, Taehyung, unlike you,” he said, harshly taking Taehyung’s palm off of his shoulders. “Shouldn’t you be protecting Yoongi and not letting him come closer to me, as you’ve said months ago?”
“But look, he walked in here, without you, and if I hadn’t any self-control, I would have killed him on the spot,” he laughed menacingly. “What happened to your progress, Taehyung? Nothing? As expected,” Jungkook continued to mock Taehyung, who was on the verge of then again, doing something ungodly to the demon in front of him.
“I swear if you-“
“T-Taehyung? How did you get here?”
Taehyung froze on his spot.
He knew what he needed to do.
Taehyung turned and walked towards Yoongi, placing two fingers on his forehead and whispered, “obliviscatur.” His fingers made a white glow and Yoongi passed out in his arms. Taehyung rested him on the couch and turned to Jungkook. “Get out of here before I do something I regret, Jungkook.”
Jungkook shook his head and laughed, disappearing.
Taehyung called Seokjin.
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“Taehyung, I need you to understand, if you don’t do it soon, he’s going to be taken away. I’ve been asking Jimin about his status and it’s not good. I need you to be strong for him.”
Taehyung was crying as Yoongi rests on the bed, still passed out after Taehyung’s spell. “I can’t do it now, hyung, I need more time.”
Seokjin frowned at the younger, the atmosphere gloomy. “The more you need time, the more Yoongi’s time lessens. What will you choose?”
“I can do it, hyung, just not now.”
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JANUARY 07, 2103
“I’m surprised I lasted this long,” Yoongi admitted to Namjoon, who was busy eating beside him. Both of them were at Namjoon’s apartment for a change, hanging out and all since it’s been a while since they’ve had time for each other. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”
Yoongi looked at him weirdly. “What are you apologizing for? This is what life’s supposed to be Namjoon,” he stated, Namjoon frowning beside him. “Besides, I’m happy, well somehow. Taehyung’s still here, he hasn’t left me.”
“Are you sure he’s not your soulmate? Your eyes are the same.”
Yoongi nodded, “I’m sure – if he is, then I would have felt more alive.”
Namjoon sighed deeply and said, “I’m just baffled at how he isn’t your soulmate. This is the first time I’ve seen you connect with someone and how are you not soulmates?” he questioned. Yoongi simply laughed, ignoring the pain in his chest as he realized his time was coming up soon. “It’s fine, stop worrying.”
“I just need to enjoy while I still can.”
The door burst open, and both of Namjoon and Yoongi were startled at the loud noise. They both looked and saw Seokjin and Taehyung together. “Babe-“
“Silence, Namjoon, I’ll explain everything.”
“Hi, Yoongi,” Taehyung greeted. “Namjoon,” he said, nodding at him.
“What’s going on?” Yoongi asked, wary of how Taehyung and Seokjin were standing side by side as if they’ve known each other for years. “It’s a long story but let me explain, please don’t think differently of me, I swear I mean good with what I’m going to do soon.”
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“Is this a joke?” was the first thing that came out of Yoongi’s mouth once Taehyung and Seokjin explained everything. “Please don’t tell me shit like this, it’s not funny,” he stated, chuckling in disbelief but once he saw how serious Seokjin and Taehyung were, he stopped.
“Do you believe this?” Yoongi asked Namjoon, who was in shock too. “I think.. I do,” he responded. “I mean, what they said was plausible considering your eyes are truly the same – I don’t believe in God and I never have, but it’s cool to think angels and demons are living among us, not that I’d prefer seeing demons here.”
“But I do believe them,” Namjoon said. Yoongi sighed, cradling his head on his hands. “If you really are my soulmate, then why can’t I feel a connection?”
Taehyung gave him a small smile, “you do feel a connection with me, it’s not just as strong as pure soulmates considering Jungkook tainted everything before we even met – I’ve been practicing this spell and with your permission, I need to do it since not only I’m saving you, but I’m also giving you happiness until the end.”
“And if it doesn’t work?” Yoongi asked.
Everyone went silent.
“It will work,” Taehyung firmly stated. Seokjin, on the other hand, looked unsure. “I just know it will work.”
“Seokjin?” Yoongi asked the elder. Seokjin sighed before explaining, “then Jungkook wins. You will die and forget about Taehyung in your afterlife, wherever you end up in, and if Father is on your side, maybe, just maybe, he’ll give you happiness in heaven and spend your life there with Taehyung.”
“Then do it.”
“What?” Taehyung asked, clarifying. “Are you sure?” Yoongi nodded.
“This is the only way to find out. Listen, Taehyung, I know you care for me and I care for you too, immensely, but we both know that one way or another, I will die and I accept it. Let’s just hope for the best, okay?”
Taehyung felt tears well up in his eyes as he nodded slowly.
He needed to be strong.
“Namjoon, let’s go.”
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“Close your eyes, Yoongi, and don’t open your eyes. I won’t hurt you, remember that.”
“If this is my last day, I’ll want you to know that I’ve grown to like you.”
“You can say that on your birthday.”
“I love you, Taehyung.”
He was silent.
“Say it back, don’t make me beg for it.”
“I’ll say it back when your birthday comes.”
Both of them chuckled before Yoongi closed his eyes and Taehyung said the spell, he was hoping for the best.
He put two glowing fingers on Yoongi’s forehead, citing the incantation he memorized from months ago.
“Ego sum angelus Dei, et virtus, Pater, in me, dico hoc carmine ad incantationem filii Diaboli ad evanescent. Duce me, Pater, quia ego sum filius tuus, et ego sum hic et serviemus tibi. Adiuva me, ut hoc augurium evanescit, et sit hoc anima replete et scire nomine Patris. Confirma vinculum, sicut anima salit ligatum simul. Oculi sunt fenestram, anima et eum profunda, respice in me. Ego enim eum sicuti est pro me.”
[I am an angel of God and with the power of the Father within me, I say this spell to make the enchantment of the son of the Devil to disappear. Guide me, Father, for I am your child and I am here to serve you. Help me make this enchantment vanish and let this soul replenish and know the name of the Father. Strengthen our bond as soul mates tied together. The eyes are the window of the soul and let him look deep within me. I am for him as he is for me.]
“Oh no,” Seokjin whispered in dread as he felt another angel grace their presence. “Seokjin,” he heard the familiar voice.
“Jimin,” he looked up at him with sad eyes.
“He didn’t make it.”
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MARCH 09, 2103
It was a gloomy day in Seoul.
It was raining and Taehyung was wearing all black, a contrast to his usual bright attire. He was holding an umbrella as he placed a bouquet of flowers on top of where Yoongi laid rest. Tears filled his eyes as he looked down, remembering the day where Yoongi died.
“Yoongi? Wake up, this isn’t funny.”
“Taehyung, Jimin’s here.”
“No! He’s alive, hyung! He’s alive..”
“I’m so sorry, Taehyung, but I need to take him.”
“Father wants to see him.”
Taehyung remembered the way his two fingers burned on top of Yoongi’s forehead and the way he collapsed in his arms. He was breathing but Taehyung saw how his breathing slowed down until it stopped. His soulmate died in his arms and he would never forget all the time they spent with each other.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he laid his hand on his name, not caring if it got dirty. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi,” he said again, choking on his tears. “Semper memores sumus vestry, amica mea. Ego semper amo.”
“I know I didn’t get to tell you, but I love you too.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you. I’m weak and I did my best, I love you and I’m sorry.”
A hand went on his shoulder as he continued to cry, his tears mixing with the rain.
“Taehyung, we need to go,” Seokjin said lightly.
“Memento quod te amo.”