He chucks a grey hoodie and some black sweats at Taehyung who puts them on with only a moderate amount of confusion. JungKook's choice of clothing is all black -how appropriate, he thinks: a tight-fitting t-shirt and a low-hanging pair of sweats.

"Dinner?"

Taehyung nods, wordless.

JungKook figures it must be quite a shock to come down from heaven and be a human so he decides -in the most uncharacteristic manner- to help the Angel adjust. He tells himself it's for no other reason than to be fully able to enjoy his eventual fall from grace. Get him comfortable and then strike when he's least expecting it.

He makes his way to the white, open plan kitchen and sits Taehyung at the high breakfast stools hugging the island that separates the kitchen from the living space of mainly greys and baby blues.

"Stir-fry?"

Taehyung nods even though he has no idea what stir-fry is, never having eaten anything before. He's still trying to come to terms with the complete mess his body is in over the sudden violation of his personal space moments before.

His heart is still booming in his chest at the unexpected feeling of solidity against him, the hardness, at the surprise of what it feels like to have someone hold you against them, someone warm, hot even. Someone who smells comforting, a mix of pine and musk and fresh air, inexplicable warmth with a hint of wood and ash. Taehyung wonders if forests smell like that. He wonders how he now knows all the smells without ever having smelled them before.

With the deep and strangely evocative scent still stuck in his nostrils, Taehyung decides not to think about how the soft skin of the man's face felt against his sensitive skin or how the hot breath and soft lips lingered at the crook of his neck -because if he thinks about that, for some strange reason it feels like he might be sinning already.

JungKook tries not to stare at the wordless, wide-eyed creature sitting at the table, looking rather small and cute engulfed by the oversized hoodie, but it's impossible not to when the gentle heat on his cheek clearly shows his inner turmoil over a simple hug.

Anticipation of what is to come makes desire pool at the pit of JungKook's stomach when he realises he actually feels more alive than he has felt in centuries. The innocence of the Angel is only adding to the intensity of JungKook's need to defile the almost sacred-looking being, the want practically aches inside him.

He can't wait to find out how the divine being will taste on his tongue and the thought of it makes his cock twitch in his pants and impatience burn under his skin.

A hesitant voice brings JungKook back to reality from his deprived imagination.

"I-is there anything I can help you with?" Taehyung tests out his voice which sounds rough, deep and unrefined and he wonders how long it'll take for it to settle down.

"Sure, you can set the table, get some plates, glasses." JungKook nods toward the cupboard behind him.

Taehyung gets up with wobbly legs, still unaccustomed to walking. The floor feels cool under his feet -like water but solid. He runs his fingers along the cupboard door and realises that the surface feels different from the floor, warmer, smoother.

When he realises how close he has to stand to the man cooking, his breath stalls inexplicably. Why should he feel like this just because he has to stand next to him?

"Did you grow up in a barn? Wash your hands, Angel." He nods toward the sink.

Just for a second Taehyung stops breathing entirely at the word angel before he realises that this must be what Hoseok called "endearments" -he can't possibly know that Taehyung is an actual angel, surely?

Taehyung walks to the sink and stares at it like it's some monster to be tamed.

He has no idea how to operate it, water is not coming out no matter how much he wills it.

Suddenly there is a soft voice right at his ear and the heat of the breath falling against the soft bit of skin right behind Taehyung's ear sends shivers running up and down Taehyung's spine, making him breathe all funny.

"C'mon daydreamer..." JungKook reaches for the tap and as if by magic, water flows when he turns the handle.

Then, like for a child, he grabs the soap dispenser and squeezes a blob onto Taehyung's hand.

Luckily Hoseok covered the washing part.

The kitchen area suddenly feels too small. The air is filled with something and Taehyung doesn't know what it is. There is a... thickness to it... like a charge and it tightens his insides, makes every breath slightly harder to take.

The source of all this... strangeness seems to be the man mixing the food in deep concentration.

Taehyung doesn't understand it but whatever "it" is, makes his heart beat a little faster, his body feel a little warmer and his breath a little lighter. It feels a little bit like the way it feels when he flies between the clouds -that exhilaration.

It suddenly occurs to him that maybe this feeling -or the source of it- is something he ought to avoid because it feels very much like ...temptation.

Problem is that Taehyung doesn't want to avoid it because this "temptation" makes him feel... alive in a way he's never felt before -and he wants to know why. 

Taehyung heads to the cupboard where the dishes must be, right behind JungKook.

He opens it and immediately, his heart sinks. How do I know which ones to take out? He sighs, then thinks of his feet.

"Which ones would you prefer, JungKook?" He tests out the name, samples it on his tongue and is glad to find that it fits nicely, rolls off easily, -probably because it's such a good fit for such a beautiful man.

Beautiful?

Taehyung thinks back to the moment when the man walked in, remembering how his unfamiliar body felt -immediately reacting to the incredibly beautiful, dark figure staring at him- as if being pulled toward him by an unnameable force outside of himself.

Even at first sight, Taehyung felt the man was full of darkness and somehow more than just a human in a way that he didn't have words for, other than the knowledge that his presence felt much older than a human could ever be.

Taehyung just brushed it off as some bizarre effect of his transition, after all, there might be darkness in the wide, dark, sparkling eyes but there was also light, softness and kindness. Less so but still there, nonetheless.

His darkly-clad, strong figure gave off an aura of a warrior but also that of a protector -a combination which very much appealed to Taehyung. In his mind there was no reason for him to feel afraid when he immediately felt so safe.

Perhaps this was why he didn't really think about what all the other stuff meant -like how a man that's his supposedly human husband could be older than any human could ever be.

Now, Taehyung leans forward against the counter, his eyes glued to the tall piles of various plates, bowls and glasses as if staring at them will tell him which ones are the right ones to use -choosing the wrong ones is bound to raise suspicion and how would his mission go then... he would fail!

The one rule that Hoseok had been particularly explicit about was that his identity must not be revealed under any circumstances.

Perhaps because Taehyung is not expecting the sudden closeness, it's devastating in its effect.

A firm body pushes against him from behind and traps him against the worktop with a firm hand creeping up onto the waist and the other resting on the edge of the counter, imprisoning Taehyung between the two... that's when it really does become impossible to breathe.

JungKook reaches up and points first at the glasses and then at the big bowls.

Taehyung has difficulty swallowing when the fingers still flitting about his waist -which are not half as innocent as he would like- slide down the curve of his hip when their owner turns back to the food. Suddenly blood hisses in his ears and burns on his cheeks.

Taehyung is so confused by the tumult inside him and by the strange things his body is doing without his permission that his hands are shaking.

Determined not to think about it, he takes out the crockery and glasses and places them on the dinner table on the other side of the island under JungKook's instruction, grateful for the distance between them.

The heat on his cheeks is prickling.

Taehyung doesn't think to consider the oddness of the fact that his "husband" is helping him with things he shouldn't need help with, without comment or surprise. Things that Taehyung should know if he lived as a human as well as things that he would know if they were actually married to the man.

Taehyung us not suspicious of JungKook at all even when all that should have been the biggest give away that the identity of the man he is currently married to is not what it seems...