Taehyung doesn't really know how to prepare himself for going down to Earth. Hoseok tells him some of the basics but he'll just have to wing it when he gets there, there's no time for extensive lectures on how to be a human -all Taehyung needs to focus on is surviving the week living by Heaven's rules and then he will be all ready to move on to where he has always wanted to be and what he has worked so hard towards.

"It's going to be really quick. You're literally here and the next second you'll be there. I'm not sure exactly where you will be but it will be in your apartment. I can't tell if your husband is going to be there or not." Hoseok's question ends with a rising tone, wanting to catch Taehyung's drifting attention, wordlessly asking if Taehyung is ok, if he's comfortable with what's happening. Does he understand what's going happen, Hoseok wonders because he fully understands the implications of Taehyung failing and he worries that the Angel does not.

Taehyung nods, face etched with fear.

"Hey, don't worry kid, you'll be ok. Promise. Just don't stress out too much, play it by ear and take it easy, OK? I'll bring you back in exactly seven days. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!!" he says with a wink....

Hoseok is right of course -it's hardly even half a blink and Taehyung is on Earth.

His very first sensation is weight. His body feels heavy, it weighs down onto his feet, the flats of them pressing firmly against the floor. The sensation of solidity after having been a weightless, almost edgeless being for hundreds of years is bizarre to say the least. Taehyung almost stumbles, not used to standing on his own two feet.

He looks down at his hands -with long, slender fingers- and at his long legs... is this what he would really look like had he been created human? Taehyung wonders. He combs through his hair which is quite long, wavy, dark. It feels very soft and silky and it holds Taehyung's attention for a long moment. He can't figure out why it feels so different -it's not like he didn't have hair in Heaven.

To ease the transition down to Earth, Taehyung has only worn a flimsy white top, almost see-through and long enough to reach just half way down his thighs. Entranced by the feel of it moving over his skin, Taehyung slides his fingers to feel the fabric half hanging off his shoulder.

Both the sensations of the fabric against his fingers and the gentle slide of his fingers pressing against his skin are... strange.

Taehyung already realises that there is no way he would have been able to imagine what it's like to be human -perhaps somewhat begrudgingly accepting that there is, indeed, a valid reason for him to be here.

The almost iridescent, silken fabric feels smoother than skin, colder. When his fingers slip over the edge of the fabric and back onto the hot skin, never having felt heat or cold in this way before, Taehyung wonders about his skin, is it always this warm and soft?

His curious fingers carry on over his collar bone, up his throat to his cheek, over his lips....

Something very strange happens when Taehyung caresses the silk of his lips - cold waves of tingle tickle along his limbs, gently curling his toes into the thick carpet. This is only exacerbated by the cool breeze from the open window which kisses the nape of his neck. Taehyung's body reverberates softly, releasing an almost silent gasp.

When the soft caress over Taehyung's lips sends his tongue out to lick at the sensation, another surprise bombards Taehyung's senses. He is amazed by his own taste, the subtle flavour of salt on his skin -something so new he doesn't know what to make of it. Fascinated by the soft, warm texture of his arm, he runs his nose along it and breathes in, surprised at his own angelic, almost sweet scent. It's unexpected that it's still there, even in his fake, human form.

Taehyung always knew that angels were created different from humans, for a single purpose only. To help mankind live a pure life following God's rules and to judge those who fail to do so.

Once he finishes his assignment here, as one of the prestigious Higher Court Angels, he will, among others, have the responsibility of deciding who stays and who is sent far below into the depths of Hell.

But before now, it's never occurred to him how much of humanity is ripped out of them to make angels more suited for this task -almost all of the things that angels lack are clearly the things that what make humans so exclusively... human.

How could angels possibly try and understand humans when they have so little in common? How can they fairly judge their lives without any idea of what they actually entail?

Taehyung doesn't dare to move, the sea of swelling sensations in his body slowly settling while he gets his mind to understand them. His all-encompassing realisation is that whatever he feels is really not a bad thing. It's quite pleasurable and life-affirming, in fact.

Surprised that he feels more or less in control of himself already, Taehyung is too curious to stop exploring further and since his own body feels almost unfamiliar to him, it seems like the most logical place to continue.

He runs his hands down his sides, feeling the ribs, briefly holding the waist and when the soft flesh of his buttocks meets his fingers, he can't help but to squeeze the fullness of it a little, just to see how it feels. The action makes him squeak because, bizarrely, it feels good... and not just at the back.

There is something very strange going on and Taehyung suddenly realises the biggest difference in the anatomy of an Angel and that of a human.

Slowly, Taehyung lifts his top to peek under it, only to drop it almost violently upon seeing what is under it. It didn't used to look that big.

"Ohmy...."

"What is that?" he swings his hips slightly to feel the dangle, eyes widening.

Right at that moment, he hears someone enter the apartment.

A warm, melodic voice sings: "Honey, I'm home!"

Taehyung doesn't know what to say or do so he just stands, frozen in the middle of the bedroom, wearing only his white top hanging off his shoulder, arms wrapped around himself for protection.

JungKook enters the house full of confidence which instantly wavers a little when he sets his eyes on the divine being standing in the middle of the sparsely decorated bedroom.

Despite his best efforts to maintain his cover and carry on like nothing unusual is going on, JungKook finds himself stalling, frozen to the spot by the door. Helpless, he grips the door frame for support.

To cover his inexplicable awkwardness, he jokes and announces his arrival as if he were a prince coming to a ball. "His Highness, JungKook the Husband." He takes a graceful bow and waits for a reaction, to which there is none except stunned silence and wide eyes.

In the short moment that feels like eons, JungKook observes and finds a lot to look at.

The first thing that catches JungKook's eye is the contrast between the bright white garment the Angel is wearing and the darkness of his soft, black hair which billows softly like a mysterious aura around his exquisite face.

Yes, there is no other word for the Angel except exquisite, JungKook decides, because in all of his centuries, millennia even, he has never seen anyone so beautiful, man nor woman.

The widened eyes that stare at him in obvious panic are dark and soft like pools of delicious, molten dark chocolate and they complement the equally dark hair to perfection.

Strangely enough, the hair colour comes as a surprise to the Incubus because in all of his years on Earth and considering all the angels he has ruined, this particular one is the only one who isn't fair haired.

Not only that but unlike his other contemporaries who were so pale they were practically pasty, this one emanates warmth in his eyes, in his face and even his skin is a rich embrace of honey, almost glowing as if kissed by the sun itself.

JungKook's eyes follow the curve of the lush skin that peeks out of the hanging fabric, down to the long, slender arms hugging the midriff, further to the long, long legs with the softest looking thighs he has ever seen.

The dark gaze warms up Taehyung's cheeks and he doesn't understand why.

"H-h-hi..." Taehyung says and tries a smile without much success.

In an attempt to behave like the person he is supposed to be, JungKook takes the lead and walks into the room with apparent confidence, immediately embracing the Angel, wrapping his arms around the slender frame and leaning in to nuzzle into the space between the neck and the shoulder, breathing in deeply when his face touches skin.

The scent that accompanies the soft smooth, delicious flesh is positively breath-taking, like sweet honeysuckle, vanilla and cake all mixed into one and the richness of it kicks JungKook in the guts, tensing the whole of his insides... suddenly, JungKook isn't sure if he can ever get enough of it.

The slender body in his arms stiffens, jolting at his nuzzling, a small gasp leaving the lush lips (so, so lush, JungKook can't stop staring at them) so he slides a palm down to press the back of the Angel's waist, to bring him even closer, their bodies entirely melding into one, his hand desperate to roam more, to explore.

This would of course be an opportune moment to kiss the Angel, to confuse him, tempt him straight away. But like the predator that he is, JungKook prefers to play with his food, build up to the main course, so he only pecks at a soft cheek -perhaps a bit closer to the lips than he originally intended to- and moves a way.

"Honey, you should get some clothes on, gonna catch your death dressed like that -not that I'm complaining, you look delightful...." JungKook says, unbuttoning his jeans on his way to the wardrobe.

JungKook sees Taehyung panic, his eyes widening, turning away from the sight of the indecency that is JungKook getting changed. The Incubus chuckles under his breath, appreciating the fun ahead. He knows that the poor Angel is going to be a shaking, drooling mess by the time he's done with him.