╰┈➤𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯

At that moment, hidden beneath the dense foliage of the trees, Jimin, the archangel, watched in growing sadness and unease as Lisa, the human, shared a kiss with the Devil.

His heart ached at the sight. God, this... this cannot be allowed... he thought, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency.

With a surge of determination, Jimin soared upward, his majestic white wings spreading wide as he ascended to the celestial court.

He joined his brothers, Hoseok and Seok Jin, as they took their places among the assembled angels. The air shimmered with divine energy, each angel radiating a distinct aura that spoke of their rank and purpose.

The first sphere of angels, the Seraphim, arranged themselves with their immense wings spread out like living banners, three on each side.

They formed a glorious choir above, accompanied by the cherubs and the archangels.

Below them, in an orderly fashion, the second triad gathered—Dominations, Virtues, Principalities, Authorities, Powers, and Thrones—each contributing to the heavenly hierarchy.

The third sphere, composed of guardian angels, stood aside, not summoned to this crucial meeting. As the last of the angels took their places, a profound silence enveloped the court.

Then, in unison, they began to pray, their angelic voices rising in melodic harmony, a powerful symphony dedicated to the Lord.

The sound resonated with love, hope, and an unyielding resolve to protect the balance between Heaven and Earth.

Jimin's heart was heavy with the knowledge of the growing darkness below. He could feel the tension in the air, a palpable reminder of the stakes at hand.

I must act, he thought, his spirit igniting with the fire of purpose. He turned to Hoseok and Seok Jin, determination etched on his face.

With that, they joined their voices to the heavenly chorus, their prayers now infused with a plea for guidance and strength.

As the sound echoed through the celestial realm, Jimin felt the weight of their purpose—a commitment to protect not just Lisa but the balance between good and evil that defined their existence.

When the praises concluded, Seraphina, a guardian angel who always seemed to struggle with her duties, rose from her seat.

Despite her best intentions, every time she tried to help, things only seemed to get worse.

"Brothers," she began, her voice steady but urgent, "we are gathered here to discuss an alarming matter. Devil, our ancient fallen brother, has sworn eternal love to a young human woman, and we all know what this could mean."

A wave of loud exclamations filled the court, a mixture of awe and horror echoing among the spheres.

Bright flashes of light flickered in response to the angels' growing unrest. Jimin couldn't help but think that when Lucifer had held power over the court, such chaos had never occurred.

"This is not possible!" declared a throne, rising with the sublime calm that was characteristic of his kind. "Devil has sworn hatred towards the creatures of God. He would never choose a human woman as a companion."

The other angels murmured in agreement, their expressions a blend of concern and disbelief. Jimin felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he realized the seriousness of the situation.

The council needed to act quickly to protect Lisa from the dangers that awaited her.

"It was Archangel Jimin who brought us the news. Does anyone doubt him?" Serafina's voice cut through the tension in the room. No one dared to answer her question.

"Jimin, please explain the facts," she urged.

The Archangel rose to his full height, his golden eyes scanning each angel present in the courthouse. "What Domangel reported is the truth."

He began. "I saw with my own eyes the Devil rise from the underworld, pretending to be a man to steal the heart of a young human woman."

At his words, the murmurs of disbelief grew louder, swirling into a chaotic chorus. Serafina had to raise her voice to be heard.

"Brothers, I call you to order!" The noise diminished, but a low rumble of fear lingered in the air.

Serafina then turned to another angel of her order. "What do you propose, Nam Joon?"

Nam Joon, a seraph, stood up and spoke with authority. "We cannot risk the creation of a devil-man. We must intervene before it's too late. I propose we act immediately and take the girl away from the snake's fangs!"

A cherub interjected, his voice filled with urgency. "We can't just take her away. If the love with which the oath was sealed is true, we have no means to intervene."

Domangel, expressing his anger for the first time, added, "Then we will have to take her life." His words sent a wave of shock through the assembly, revealing the depth of their dilemma.

The stakes were higher than any of them had anticipated, and a heavy silence settled over the court as they weighed their options.

At those words, a suffocating and tense silence fell over the entire court. The stillness was suddenly shattered by Jimin's furious voice, his growing unease evident in every syllable.

"We cannot take the girl's life based on possibilities that may never come to pass! She is just a human girl. She was subjugated; she doesn't know what she is doing!"

Some angels fell silent, curiously regarding the Archangel's passionate response. Archangel Seok Jin, who had been seated next to Jimin, spoke up.

"The age of the girl does not matter, Jimin. The Mother of God was just sixteen when I, under divine order, asked her to make a choice. She, too, was only a child, but she dared to choose good," he said, his voice stern but softened by a compassionate glance toward his brother.

"I will not be a part of this ignoble assassination!" Jimin roared, his fury igniting the atmosphere. "Enemies face each other on the battlefield with swords in hand; they do not attack from behind! Justice, not surrendering to our basest instincts, and always pursuing what is right—that is what distinguishes us from demons!" His voice echoed beyond the celestial vaults, filled with conviction.

"So what do you propose to do, brother?" Serafina asked, fixing her gaze on him. "Has the Father perhaps given any orders?"

Jimin hesitated, uncertainty creeping into his expression. "No, he has been silent for two months now," Serafina sighed. "He witnesses everything that is happening, but he gives us neither advice nor comfort."

"Then I propose we wait. Perhaps I can find a way to get the girl away from Devil, but I'll need help."

"The Mediatrix, Jimin?" Serafina asked, a stern frown crossing her face as if disgusted by the thought of collaborating with her.

"I know it seems unworthy of us," Jimin replied, his tone earnest, "but I would rather stoop to working with the Mediatrix than let the blood of an innocent run." The gravity of his words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the moral dilemma they faced.

Jimin took a deep breath, grounding himself amidst the tension in the court. He knew that time was of the essence.

"We need to come up with a solid plan," he said, looking around at his fellow angels. "Devil is not just any enemy; he is Lucifer, the most powerful of us all. We must tread carefully."

Nam Joon, his earlier fervor dimmed by Jimin's warning, nodded. "We must first gather intelligence on what exactly is happening between the Devil and the girl. If she truly is in love with him, we need to understand the depth of that bond."

Jimin's golden eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I've sensed something in her heart, something genuine. But we can't forget that Taehyung—Lucifer—has always played games with human emotions. This may be just another one of his manipulations."

Serafina frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. "But if Lisa believes her feelings for him are real, that complicates everything. We can't simply dismiss her love as a game. She's a young woman caught in a web she can't escape from."

"True," Jimin acknowledged. "But we also can't ignore the possibility that this is a trap. Devil thrives on such complexities. He seduces not just with charm but with chaos, turning love into a weapon. We need to find a way to extract her from his influence without causing further harm."

Seok Jin spoke up, his voice calm yet firm. "Then we gather information. We watch and wait, making sure we are ready to act when the moment is right. Jimin, perhaps you could approach her? You have a connection with her. If she trusts you, you may be able to uncover the truth."

"Approach her?" Jimin felt a surge of determination mixed with trepidation.

"It's risky. If Taehyung catches wind of it, he may retaliate. But if I can gain her trust, perhaps I can convince her that his affection is not what it seems."

The angels exchanged glances, weighing the gravity of Jimin's proposal. The tension was palpable, the air thick with uncertainty.

Finally, Serafina nodded, her expression resolute. "Then it's settled. Jimin, you will be our eyes and ears among the humans. We will support you from here, ready to intervene if necessary."

Jimin felt a rush of responsibility wash over him. "I will do everything I can to protect her," he vowed, knowing full well the stakes involved.

"But we must be vigilant. Taehyung is not just an adversary; he is a master of manipulation. We cannot underestimate his power or his allure."

With that, the council began to outline their plan, each angel contributing ideas and strategies. Jimin listened intently, his heart heavy with the knowledge of what lay ahead.

As they devised their tactics, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was stepping into a battlefield of emotions—one where love could easily become a weapon and where the line between light and darkness blurred dangerously.

"Remember," he said, glancing at his fellow angels, "we are not just fighting for Lisa's life; we are fighting for her soul. Let's ensure that she knows the truth before it's too late."

With the weight of the celestial court behind him, Jimin felt a flicker of hope ignite within, determined to shield the innocent from the darkness that threatened to engulf her.

As Jimin spoke, determination etched across his face, he felt the urgency of the moment tighten around him like a vise.

"I need to go back to Earth," he declared, his voice steady despite the weight of the task ahead. "Maybe I'll call that Mediatrix, Soyan. She might help me. I just want that girl, Lisa, to be saved from Taehyung."

Serafina's expression softened as she contemplated his words. "You're willing to ally with the Mediatrix, even after everything we've discussed?"

She asked, a hint of concern lacing her tone. "You know her methods can be... unorthodox."

"I know," Jimin replied, his gaze unwavering. "But if she can provide me with insight into Lisa's feelings, it may be worth it. I need to understand what kind of hold Taehyung has over her. If there's any way to break that connection, we must explore it."

Seok Jin nodded, his expression thoughtful. "The Mediatrix is powerful and cunning. She might see things we cannot. However, tread carefully, Jimin. We can't afford to lose you to Taehyung's machinations as well."

"I'll be careful," Jimin promised, his resolve strengthening. "But I cannot stand by and watch as Lisa falls deeper into the devil's trap. I have to intervene before it's too late."

Nam Joon stepped forward, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "We'll support you from here. If you need us, call, and we will respond. But remember, Jimin, you'll be entering a realm where emotions reign, and the Devil is a master of manipulation. Keep your heart guarded."

"I will," Jimin assured them. "But I can't let fear dictate my actions. I must act, not just for Lisa, but for the balance that hangs by a thread. If Taehyung believes he can toy with her heart, he underestimates the power of love and the resolve of those who seek to protect it."

With a final nod of solidarity, Jimin prepared to descend to Earth.

As he unfurled his majestic white wings, shimmering with divine light, he cast one last glance at the celestial court, where his fellow angels watched with a mix of hope and trepidation.

"May the light guide you," Serafina called after him, her voice echoing through the vastness of the celestial realm.

"I'll bring her back," Jimin vowed, his heart pounding with purpose. With a powerful flap of his wings, he soared downward, the weight of his mission settling heavily on his shoulders.

He was determined to reach Lisa, uncover the truth of her feelings, and confront Taehyung before it was too late.

As he descended toward the earthly realm, Jimin couldn't shake the feeling that the stakes were higher than ever. He had to act quickly, for love, loyalty, and the fate of Lisa's soul hung precariously in balance.

The garden lay silent, an oasis of solitude amid the bustling world of college life. All the students were locked away in classrooms, their laughter and chatter fading into the distance.

Jimin stood amidst the blooming flowers, his angelic form cloaked in the guise of a young man, blending seamlessly with the earthly surroundings.

Yet, despite the beauty around him, he felt an unsettling turmoil brewing within.

He had walked among humans for over five years, mastering the art of blending in, but recently, the lines between his divine purpose and his human experiences had begun to blur.

The warmth of their emotions seeped into him, igniting a fire he struggled to contain. And then there was Lisa.

Just the thought of her sent ripples through his heart—how could one human girl provoke such a whirlwind of feelings?

He sighed deeply, confusion weighing heavily on him. Was it possible that he felt something for her beyond mere admiration?

Was this—could this be—love?

The idea frightened him, sending a chill through his soul. He remembered the tales of angels who had succumbed to their affections for mortal women, forsaking their divine natures and the light of God.

Jimin recalled the stories whispered in the celestial courts—tales of angels who had fallen, their wings stripped from their backs, their memories erased.

They had forgotten their true selves, becoming mere shadows of who they once were, bound to the earth by the very love that had led to their downfall.

The thought of losing his wings, of no longer basking in the light of God, sent shudders of dread through him.

Yet, despite the terror that gripped his heart, he couldn't shake the memory of joy so profound it transcended the consequences.

He thought of his fallen brother, who had cradled his firstborn in his arms—a child born from a love that defied the heavens.

That joy had filled his brother's eyes, a light that had remained unquenched despite the price he had paid.

But Jimin's heart wavered between longing and fear. He could almost see Lisa's radiant smile and hear the laughter that danced around her like a melody.

It stirred something deep within him—a longing he had never known. How could he reconcile these feelings with his duty as an archangel? Was it truly worth the risk?

"What do I do?" he murmured, frustration mingling with fear. His golden eyes gazed skyward as if seeking guidance from the divine. He felt a flicker of hope, a whisper in the wind urging him to follow his heart.

But his heart was torn. How could he protect Lisa from Taehyung, from the dark power that loomed over her, while grappling with his own burgeoning feelings?

The decision loomed heavy in the air—a choice between duty and desire, between the safety of his kind and the tumult of his heart.

Would he risk everything to save her, even if it meant facing the very darkness he sought to shield her from?

As he pondered these questions, the weight of his mission pressed down on him, and Jimin realized that the path ahead was fraught with danger—not just for Lisa, but for him as well.

"Jimin," the scratchy, feminine voice roused him from his dark thoughts.

It was the being he called the Mediatrix, a creature born of both angelic and demonic blood, crafted to traverse the boundaries between heaven and hell.

But her allegiance leaned heavily toward the darker realm.

"Jimin," she called again. "I hear you," he replied, striding toward the voice until he found himself before a whirlwind of gray fire engulfing the trunk of a larch tree.

"Strangely, you've summoned me," the voice said, her tone playful yet edged with seriousness. "Do you want to convince me again to return to your boring angelic side? Know that the answer is always no," she continued, the flames flickering with her disdain.

Jimin sighed, acutely aware of her nature. "No, we all know where your loyalties lie now. I call you because I cannot stand by while the hearts of men are filled with sin."

"And what do I have to do with this?" She retorted, the fire around her swirling with intensity. "You know very well that I don't care much for humans."

"What if I told you that the Devil has fallen in love with a human woman?" Jimin pressed, urgency threading through his words.

"What!?" The voice rose, piercing the air with disbelief. As if echoing her shock, the flames blazed more violently, consuming the larch trunk with a dark fury.

The once gray fire turned an ominous black, a reflection of her ire. "He swore eternal love to a young human girl who invoked him," Jimin asserted. "You lie!"

The Mediatrix's outrage crackled through the air, her delicate voice replaced by a furious roar. "If you don't trust my word as an Archangel, ask him yourself!"

For a heartbeat, the flames quivered in silence, a moment of consideration. Then an intense gust of wind surged through the garden, extinguishing the fire completely, and leaving behind a stillness that felt charged with potential.

"It's for your own good, Lisa," Jimin murmured under his breath, a plea woven into his thoughts. He knew the stakes were high.

If Taehyung—Lucifer—truly had bound himself to a mortal, the consequences could be catastrophic not just for Lisa but for the delicate balance between the realms.

"Why should I care?" The Mediatrix's voice finally returned, softer now, yet tinged with a hint of curiosity. "This human girl means nothing to me."

"But she means everything to him," Jimin countered, urgency lacing his tone. "Devil is a master manipulator; if he plays this game right, he could pull her into a darkness she cannot escape. You know the depths of his power—he could twist her heart until she no longer remembers her true self."

A contemplative silence hung between them. Jimin took a step closer, grounding himself in the moment. "You have the power to intervene. Help me save her from him. I know your heart is not entirely consumed by the shadows; there's still light within you."

The Mediatrix hesitated the flames around her flickering with uncertainty. "What do you propose?"

"I need your help to protect Lisa," Jimin said, feeling hope kindle within him. "I know you walk the line between both worlds and while I cannot ask you to turn from your nature, I can ask you to see the truth. If we don't act, her life could be destroyed before she even knows it."

"What makes you think I'd want to save her?" The Mediatrix shot back, though her tone lacked its previous bite.

"Because even in your hearts, you know it's not just about her," Jimin pressed. "This is about the fate of the realms, about good and evil. If you help me, you might just find a way to tip the balance back toward the light."

She fell silent, the air thick with tension as she weighed his words. Jimin felt a flicker of hope as the flames shimmered gently, no longer wild and untamed but reflective—thoughtful.

"Perhaps I'm curious," she finally replied, her voice softening once more. "What is your plan, Archangel?"

Jimin drew a breath, ready to unfold the dangerous tapestry of his thoughts. "Together, we can find a way to reach Lisa and show her the truth before it's too late. We can protect her heart from the darkness that beckons, but we must act swiftly. Time is not on our side."

With a nod, the Mediatrix flickered, the flames shifting in agreement. "Very well, I'll hear you out, Jimin. But know this: my loyalty is not to your cause but to the chaos that stirs within. If it suits me, I may help. If it doesn't, I will be gone before you can even blink."

"Fair enough," Jimin said, a determined smile breaking through the weight of their dire situation. "Let's save Lisa before she is lost forever."

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As I stood there, lost in Taehyung's gaze, he broke the silence. "Now go and wait for me in class."

I leaned in closer, feeling the electric pull between us. "You know what? You're driving me crazy. Every time I see you, it feels like you're casting some kind of spell on me, Taehyung."

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I didn't use a single spell or power on you, Lisa. You love me, and that's what fate is."

A smile broke across my face, warmth flooding my chest at his words. "So, you really did change everything here, even our memories?"

He nodded a playful glint in his eyes. "Yes, my woman, I did change."

His use of the word "woman" sent a delightful shiver down my spine, igniting something deep within me. I bit my lip, savoring the moment when he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.

The kiss was sweet and lingering, a promise of everything that lay ahead.

Suddenly, we heard voices approaching, breaking the spell. We stepped back, reality creeping in again. I grabbed my backpack, stealing one last glance at him before I walked out of the biology lab.

But just as I stepped into the hallway, I spotted her—my bully. She sauntered towards me, a smug smile plastered on her face. "Stay away from Jimin," she warned, her voice dripping with disdain.

I smirked, my confidence swelling. "I will gladly. I have no interest in him, so don't worry."

The satisfaction of watching her expression shift from arrogance to confusion filled me with a rush of power.

As I walked past her, I felt Taehyung's presence behind me, a steady anchor amidst the chaos. Our bond made all the petty drama around me feel insignificant.

Once I stepped into the classroom, I made my way to my seat—the second bench in the middle row. The atmosphere felt oddly normal, with no one seeming to notice my brother's sudden disappearance.

It was as if the memory had been erased from their minds. I sat down next to a boy I'd never seen before, his presence unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.

The moment Taehyung entered the classroom, a hush fell over the students, and we all stood in unison. My heart raced as I locked eyes with him, a wave of warmth washing over me.

It felt strange to harbor such intense feelings for someone who had once been an enigmatic figure in my life, but now it was as if those feelings were blossoming into something beautiful.

With extreme elegance, he placed a sleek black leather bag on the desk and, picking up a piece of white chalk, wrote his name on the blackboard with practiced ease.

"My name is Taehyung Kim, and I will be your biology professor until the end of the year."

Taehyung Kim? It struck me like a bolt of lightning. Did he just change his surname to Kim?

A voice interrupted my thoughts, coming from the boy seated next to me. "Yes, I know! I said the same thing, but he told me it didn't matter; Kim is a fairly common surname in Korea."

I turned to him, bewildered. "What is it?" I asked, and my curiosity piqued.

"Who are you?" I leaned closer to scrutinize him. He was attractive, with large, expressive black eyes and hair that mirrored the same shade, making it appear soft and inviting. He had a striking raven beak nose that added to his unique charm.

"Are you kidding?" he replied, giggling. But when he saw my serious expression, he continued, "You really don't recognize me?! I'm Elpass! How can you have forgotten me?"

The realization hit me like a wave. "Elpass?! But you were just a child! Now you're taller than me!" I exclaimed astonished.

"Yes, well, I grew up," he said with a mock pout, crossing his arms. "And thanks to Taehyung, I'm one of the college students here now."

I looked at him, memories flooding back. Elpass had always been a mischievous spirit, an eternally playful demon crow. I couldn't help but laugh. "So Taehyung transformed you into a student?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! And let me tell you, it's way more fun than being a crow."

I couldn't help but smile at the idea, my heart swelling with the thought of Taehyung's abilities.

He had turned the world upside down in more ways than one, and here I was, at the center of it all, sitting next to a demon-turned-student.

My thoughts raced, weaving through the tangled web of emotions that surrounded me—excitement, confusion, and an undeniable sense of destiny.

"Well, you must know that the master is terribly jealous," Elpass said, his voice cheerful as ever. "He told me that I had to be your bodyguard to keep the other males from approaching you. He behaves like a jealous boyfriend!" He waved his arms excitedly, his movements reminiscent of wings flapping, drawing a few amused glances from nearby students.

Before I could respond, Taehyung's booming voice cut through the air. "YOU TWO AT THE SECOND BENCH! DID I PERMIT YOU TO TALK?!"

His roar was so loud it felt like a grizzly bear was roaring right in front of us, sending both Elpass and me jolting upward in our seats, the shock causing me to tumble off my chair with a loud thud.

"Listen up! I will say this only once: do not dare to open your mouths during my lesson, and above all, refrain from talking to me! Is that clear?" His eyes glinted with a mix of authority and irritation, more reminiscent of a jailer than a professor.

I glanced around the room; none of my classmates had the guts to respond; their faces were pale and wide-eyed. "Well, I see you're learning quickly," he continued a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

"Now take your books and turn to page sixty-six. Read it, and if you don't understand something, read it again until your little brain can grasp the content. Then we'll begin the dissection of a frog. Work with your deskmate."

A wave of horror swept through the class at the mention of dissection. Groans and murmurs erupted, and I felt my stomach churn at the thought of cutting open a frog.

I turned to Elpass, who looked equally unsettled but was trying to maintain a brave face.

As we paired up, I regretted not choosing someone else. My partner, a guy with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swung the scalpel in the air like a fan, laughing and teasing.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle!" He exclaimed, a bit too enthusiastically for my comfort.

"Just don't point that thing at me!" I shot back, half-laughing, half-terrified. "We're supposed to dissect the frog, not me!"

Elpass leaned closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I think our professor is a bit over the top, don't you?" His wings—well, arms—waved animatedly as he spoke, and I couldn't help but smile despite my anxiety.

"Yeah, a little intense," I agreed, glancing at Taehyung, who was now methodically preparing his own specimen at the front of the classroom.

His focus was unwavering, but I could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, almost as if he enjoyed the chaos he created.

As we opened our textbooks and began reading, I couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in a strange mix of fear and exhilaration.

The prospect of dissection was daunting, but the thrill of having Taehyung so close, even as a teacher, felt intoxicating.

I stole glances at him, wondering how he managed to balance being the formidable king of hell and a dedicated professor.

"Okay, let's do this," I muttered to myself, trying to muster courage.

Elpass grinned, mirroring my determination, and together we dove into the task ahead, knowing that with a little bit of teamwork—and perhaps a lot of luck—we'd survive Taehyung's class.

As soon as Taehyung stood up from his chair, his commanding presence drew me in like a moth to a flame.

"Lisa Lim, come here. You need to know how things are done," he said, his voice smooth and authoritative. My heart raced as I gripped my dissection tray, nerves fluttering in my stomach.

I walked to him, feeling his gaze like a warm caress on my skin. As he stood beside me, I sensed him shifting slowly behind me, the heat radiating from his body sending a shiver down my spine.

The unmistakable hardness of his form pressed against my backside, and I felt my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through me.

"Just seducing you, Lisa," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, sending tingles racing along my neck.

"People can see us," I protested softly, stealing a glance at our classmates who seemed oblivious to our moment.

He smirked, leaning in closer so that only I could hear. "No one can; isn't it thrilling, Lisa? The way I tease you, the fear you have of being caught, the way your face flushes when I touch you deeply..."

His words wrapped around me like a spell, and I fought the urge to lean back into him, to surrender to the intoxicating tension that hung in the air.

It was as if time had slowed, the rest of the world fading into a blur as I focused solely on him—the king of hell who held the power to make my heart race and my breath hitch with just a few whispered words.

I turned slightly, meeting his gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. "Taehyung, this isn't a game," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, his eyes dancing with mischief. "But isn't it the most fun we've had all day?"

Caught between desire and caution, I bit my lip, torn between the thrill of the moment and the reality of our surroundings.

"W-What are you doing?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady, though the heat rising in my cheeks betrayed my confusion.

"Just helping you with your dissection, Lisa," he replied, his voice low and sultry, barely above a whisper. His breath brushed against my ear, sending a rush of warmth through me.

My heart pounded as he leaned closer, and I could feel his body heat enveloping me.

As he guided my hands with him, I felt his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my college skirt. A jolt of shock coursed through me, mixed with an undeniable thrill.

"No one can see us, remember?" He murmured, his tone teasing, his eyes locked onto mine, sending a message I could barely comprehend.

"Taehyung, people will notice!" I protested, though my voice lacked conviction. The way he held me, the way his fingers brushed against my skin, ignited a fire within me that I was struggling to control.

"Let them look," he whispered, his fingers gently exploring, sending shivers through my body. "You're the only one I'm interested in right now."

I bit my lip, desperately trying to suppress a moan that threatened to escape. Each delicate touch was intoxicating, blending the line between fear and desire.

I focused on the dissection, forcing myself to concentrate, but the sensation of his fingers gliding higher made it nearly impossible.

"Just breathe, Lisa," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. "Can you do that for me? I want to see how well you can control yourself."

My breath hitched, and I glanced around the room, terrified that someone might catch us. But all I could see were my classmates, absorbed in their work, oblivious to the storm brewing between us.

It felt like we were in our own world, and the thrill of secrecy heightened every sensation.

"Taehyung, please..." I whispered my voice barely a breath, filled with both pleading and a strange exhilaration.

"Please what?" he teased further, his fingers continuing their wicked dance. "Are you asking me to stop, or do you want more?"

The question hung in the air, tantalizing and torturous. I could hardly think straight as he continued to toy with me, pushing me to the edge of my resolve.

My heart raced as I desperately tried to manage the conflict swirling within me—part of me wanted to pull away, but another part craved his touch more than I could admit.

"Focus on the frog," he suggested playfully, his voice dripping with mischief. "You wouldn't want to get distracted, would you?"

At that moment, as he leaned even closer, I felt the boundaries of right and wrong dissolve, leaving only the intoxicating thrill of his presence and the undeniable connection that drew us together.

Taehyung's hand slid under my skirt, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of my pants, sending a jolt through my body.

I bit down on my lip, hard, fighting to hold back the moan that threatened to spill out. Every nerve in me was on high alert, my skin burning where his fingers lingered, teasing me in places no one else could see.

I felt a classmate shifting next to me, their head-turning slightly, and panic flared in my chest.

But before they could look, Taehyung's voice, firm and steady, filled the room, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Focus on your work," he said, his words laced with authority.

His breath was hot against my ear, and the closeness sent a shiver down my spine. "I'll be checking each of your dissections. No talking. No distractions."

His voice silenced the room. Everyone froze, too scared to do anything but follow his command. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as his fingers moved again, pressing just enough to make me gasp.

I gripped the edge of the dissection tray, trying to focus on anything other than the heat pooling in my core.

My fingers curled tightly, knuckles white, as I fought to maintain composure. How was I supposed to concentrate when his fingers were doing that?

"See, Lisa?" His voice was low, a soft murmur that only I could hear. "No one's looking. No one can see. But I can feel everything."

His words sent a shockwave through me, my body trembling under his control. My knees felt weak, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand.

I wanted to cry out, to move, but I was trapped, balancing on the razor's edge of desire and fear.

The classroom, usually a sanctuary of quietude, was abuzz with an undercurrent of tension.

Taehyung, my charming yet enigmatic biology professor, stood before me, his gaze fixed on something beyond my comprehension.

His fingers, calloused from turning pages, were now tracing intricate patterns; he was rubbing me and fingering me.

I was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, my body tingling with a strange warmth that spread through my core.

Taehyung's touch, feather-light yet insistent, sent shivers down my spine. I yearned to escape, to break free from his magnetic hold, but my body betrayed me.

It yearned for more, for the forbidden pleasure he seemed to be offering.

"Please leave me, Taehyung," I whispered my voice barely a breath. "Not here... I can't."

His response was a low rumble that vibrated against my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "I know you're enjoying this, exhibit," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

Before I could react, the door creaked open, and Jimin stepped into the room. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scene before him.

Taehyung quickly withdrew his hand from my skirt, his expression masking a hint of annoyance.

"Where were you? Don't you know the class has begun?" Taehyung inquired, his tone sharp.

"I was in the church," Jimin replied, his eyes darting between me and Taehyung.

Taehyung's eyes darkened, and he dismissed Jimin with a curt nod. "Go do your work," he ordered.

As Jimin joined the other students, I glanced at Taehyung, my heart pounding in my chest. "Sir, can I rejoin my fellow students?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Taehyung nodded, his gaze fixed on something unseen. I noticed him licking his finger, and a wave of heat washed over me. I knew he was tasting the wetness I had unwittingly offered him.

"Sure, Lisa," he said, his voice barely audible. "You can go."

As I gathered my belongings and went to Elpass, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just crossed an invisible line.

The encounter with Taehyung had left me breathless, confused, and strangely exhilarated. I knew I should feel ashamed, but instead, I found myself craving more.

After about five minutes of Taehyung's command, the entire class was now busy with their dissection—everyone except Jimin.

"Jimin, are you lazing about? Move to dissect that amphibian," Taehyung said, his voice deceptively calm as he approached Jimin's desk.

"I can't," Jimin replied, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"I think I didn't hear you correctly. Repeat that." Taehyung's voice remained quiet, but the tension in the room escalated.

The other students fell silent, sensing the brewing storm between the two. The air was thick with an electric charge, a mix of anger and defiance hanging like a dark cloud.

"I said I won't," Jimin reiterated, his voice steady but filled with a simmering resentment.

"What disgusting childishness," Taehyung sighed melodramatically, rolling his eyes. "The evolution of medical science would not be possible without sacrifices. Or do you think that everything that has granted wisdom to humanity is found all beautiful and clean?" His words dripped with sarcasm, yet there was an underlying truth that hung in the air.

Taehyung leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jimin's ear as he whispered, "As you can see, there is no difference between the good side and the bad side; after all, we know that where there is more light, the shadow is inevitably darker." His tone was low and conspiratorial, laced with a mocking challenge.

At Taehyung's words, Jimin spun around, his gaze piercing through Taehyung like a dagger. Anger flared in his eyes, igniting the tension even further.

"What does that look like?" You can't afford to give me that look, Jimin," Taehyung continued, a mocking smile playing on his lips, relishing the confrontation.

The class held its breath, the palpable animosity between the two boys creating an atmosphere thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jimin's jaw clenched, his knuckles white against the desk as he struggled to maintain his composure. Taehyung, sensing the shift, leaned back slightly, still smirking, knowing he had struck a nerve.

Taehyung was deliberately provoking Jimin, baiting him to unleash his frustration and reveal his true feelings.

I could see the tension simmering beneath Jimin's calm exterior; he understood Taehyung's game all too well.

With a silent resolve, Jimin grabbed his backpack and stormed out of the classroom, leaving behind a suffocating atmosphere thick with unspoken words.

I cast a quick glance at Taehyung, whose expression was a volatile mix of anger and frustration, the muscles in his jaw clenching tightly.

It was clear that he was seething, the intensity of his emotions palpable in the air. I felt a pang of sympathy for Jimin.

He hadn't done anything wrong—he had simply stood his ground against Taehyung's manipulations.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson, I hurried after Taehyung. I couldn't just stand by and watch him mistreat Jimin like that.

It wasn't right. Angels, after all, were supposed to protect, not harm; I had heard that they were bound to serve God's creatures, only carrying out orders when commanded. Jimin's refusal to dissect the frog was no reason for Taehyung to unleash his wrath.

"Taehyung, wait!" I called out, my voice cutting through the bustling hallway as students filed past us.

He paused but didn't turn around. I could see the tension in his shoulders; he was fighting an internal battle, likely trying to suppress the anger coursing through him.

"Taehyung!" I called out, my voice echoing down the nearly deserted corridor as he advanced with long, swift strides. I had to trot to keep up with him.

"What is it?" he replied, his tone flat and colorless, glancing back at me before turning away again.

"Did you come to the human world just to annoy Jimin, or is it for me?" I shot back, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

"What an idiotic question," he muttered dismissively, resuming his walk as if the conversation were over. But he hadn't counted on my stubbornness.

"You have to stop! I don't want you treating him like this. He didn't do anything wrong!" I insisted, my voice rising as I followed him through the dimly lit halls.

He halted abruptly, spinning around to face me. The fury in his eyes was like a storm—intense and blinding.

He stepped closer, bringing his face inches from mine, and I felt a jolt of fear mixed with something else—something exhilarating. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.

"Dare to talk about him again, and I swear I'll—" he began, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine.

I braced myself, unsure of where this was headed. "I'll rape you here," he finished, the words hanging in the air between us, heavy and threatening.

"Why does it bother you so much?" I asked, my voice wavering as uncertainty seeped in. The crack in my tone betrayed my vulnerability, and I felt heat creeping into my cheeks.

"Because you are my woman," he replied, his expression darkening, eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me feel both terrified and exhilarated. "And I'll fuck you here, Lisa. If you dare to speak another name, I swear you'll regret it."

His words hung in the air, electric and charged with emotion. For a fleeting moment, we were suspended in a space of raw, unfiltered tension.

Then, as suddenly as he had come, he left, striding away and leaving me breathless and reeling.

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within me.

Was he jealous? Or was this just another one of his games? Did he even understand when he was being serious?

But despite everything, I couldn't shake the feeling that I liked it. The thrill of his possessiveness ignited something deep inside me—a confusing mix of fear and desire that I had never encountered before.