Taehyung can't get over the feeling of being betrayed. The feeling of being kept in the dark like some child too young to know the ways of the world, he has been denied freedom to explore, to make his own mind up about what his world should be like.

Being created an angel, Taehyung has never had any choice but to live an extremely limited and sheltered life, away from things that are much more real than anything in Heaven.

All he can think about are the wasted decades, centuries even. Doing nothing of consequence when he could have been living.

The thing that made him fall apart in JungKook's arms wasn't the loss of his virtue, it wasn't even the risk of losing his angelic status. No.

The thing that has him in pieces is the realisation that all he's going to have, is six days.

Six days to fill himself to the brim with experiences that need to last him the rest of his eternal life.

The thought of going back to Heaven, to the now too clinical a world of before, is the reason Taehyung is upset and not because of JungKook.

The bitter taste suddenly on his tongue goes perfectly with the dark feeling inside.

Taehyung doesn't want to be an angel anymore. There is nothing for him in Heaven, he realises that now.

Everybody hates him. He hates himself when he's there -that cold, dead thing that he has been for as long as he can remember, the thing that feels nothing, wants nothing but to succeed yet does nothing of consequence, only follows the footsteps already carved out in front of him.

Never again, Taehyung thinks.

When the door clicks shut and the sound of the shower filters through the bathroom door, JungKook sits on the side of the bed in confusion.

What the hell just happened?

JungKook has never experienced his partners crying after sex. His always eager and willing victims have been known to suffer from orgasmic stupor, elated mood, spent exhaustion yes, but not inconsolable tears.

But that's not even the weirdest thing about it. Absolutely the weirdest thing about it... is this dark heaviness in the pit of his stomach that he can only describe as concern -that's how unfamiliar the feeling is to him that initially, he doesn't even recognise it as such.

He's actually concerned, worried that he's hurt the Angel. Taehyung. That he's hurt Taehyung.

Since when has the top Incubus of Hell cared about his conquests, since when is he concerned over other people's wellbeing, let alone their feelings?

Well of course the answer is never.

He gets up and grabs a black t-shirt from the wardrobe just when Taehyung comes out of the bathroom.

JungKook's stomach twists with something unfamiliar when he sees the suddenly subdued Angel drag his feet, wrapped in a huge towel, looking lost.

"I-I need some clothes." His voice is quiet, small and all JungKook wants to do is make whatever is making him like that go away.

Instead, he finds a loose t-shirt and sweats.

Clearly no longer bothered about being naked in front of JungKook, Taehyung drops the towel and puts the clothes on in silence.

Once dressed, he finally looks at JungKook who is taken aback by the darkness he sees in there -surely not something that should be possible for a pure and innocent angel... suddenly it occurs to him that Taehyung isn't that innocent, is he?

Not anymore.

The weight of the consequences of his actions suddenly bears down on him and there is something not too dissimilar to regret swirling in the depths of him.

Even before he decides to do it, his legs are already walking toward Taehyung and even his arms seem to have a mind of their own when they automatically wrap around the slender shape whose arms stay limp at his sides when he's pulled into an embrace.

JungKook holds him, a hand at the waist, another at the back of the neck in the damp curls, just holding him close, pulling him tight against him.

"I'm sorry, what happened, are you OK?" he whispers into the Angel's ear, genuinely sorry, even though he doesn't fully understand what for.

Finally the slender arms lift and respond, wrapping loosely around JungKook's waist, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine, totally fine." His voice still a little wobbly.

"C'mon, let's have some food. How about we then just take it easy, lounge about and watch a film?" JungKook suggests.

Taehyung straightens out and finally his face looks a little brighter. "Sounds good."

A few slices of toast later they find themselves on the large couch, trying to choose what to watch. Taehyung's never watched TV so he lets JungKook choose, just says he doesn't want anything scary.

"Oh don't worry darling, I'm here to protect you!" JungKook wraps his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, pulls him closer and winks, teasing.

After everything that's already happened, you would think Taehyung would be immune to the man's charms, but no, when the wide, warm smile lifts and lights his face -so wide that the corners of his eyes wrinkle and the large dark eyes almost disappear- Taehyung finds his stomach falling and falling and falling and he doesn't know if he's ever going to find it again.

So he smiles, his cheeks burning, and looks away, suddenly feeling incredibly shy, not missing the cheeky, cocky smirk on JungKook's face before he does.

Some average film with an average name is chosen and Taehyung already knows he's not going to watch any of it, no matter how hard he'll try and concentrate.

They start off sitting next to each other but it doesn't take long for them to get closer until Taehyung ends up lying leisurely in between JungKook's legs, comfortably leaning back against him while they watch something totally uninteresting.

Taehyung has no idea what the storyline is, he can't focus on anything when he's so close to the man who made him feel the most he has ever felt before, all he can concentrate on is how his skin screams, stretching so tight, his insides refusing to settle -instead they knot and demand. So needy.

He wants more, he wants to know how other, different things will feel. He wants to feel those lips on his mouth, his skin, his... everywhere.

But there are still doubts that pillage inside him. Taehyung can't figure out why he has this hum of impending doom at the very pit of his stomach, this constant tint of unease, nor can he understand why he still sometimes feels that there is more to JungKook than him just being his "husband" -it's been long enough to not be able to blame it on potential transition effects.

Does it really matter? Taehyung asks himself when the thoughts inside his mind have bounced around one too many times.

He can spend the little time he has here (in other words, the only time he will ever, in his whole remaining life, be free) worrying about something that he's not even certain of, or he can just go for it, throw all worry to the wind and enjoy it, risk it...?

After all, what's the worst that can happen? Is that any worse than what's already going to happen to him -because of what they have done- when he goes back to Heaven?

I'm doomed either way. Taehyung realises and it gives him an unexpected sense of reckless freedom.

Anyone would understand the choice Taehyung makes.

He shoves all the worries and doubts he has deep inside himself and the only thing he decides to concentrate on is the feeling of the hard body underneath him and the brief amount of freedom he will have to enjoy it.

Taehyung finds that while he has been musing over everything, he has turned onto his front and placed his face over JungKook's heart, his arms around him, hands squeezed deep between the body under him and the couch.

In response, a hand now cups the back of his head and another reaches to splay over his ribs and back, the thick thighs gently squeezing on either side of him.

A small, contented sigh escapes Taehyung when he moulds against the warm body, wondering how he ever existed without this. Such intimacy.

"Hey..."

There is a gentle hand sliding over Taehyung's hair.

Taehyung blinks.

"You fell asleep. I don't know how you can fall asleep at like 11am but it's cute. You snore. And dribble." He tries to say it in all seriousness but his lips purse in an effort to stop a smile from escaping -it ruins the effect he's going for.

That gets Taehyung up quick enough, sitting up between JungKook's thighs tomato red from embarrassment, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I do not!!" Without thinking, he slaps JungKook's chest so hard he goes ooof.

"Look, I have evidence!" JungKook sits up, grins, puffs out his chest and points at the front of his t-shirt that, indeed, has some wet marks on it.

Taehyung groans and turns away, sinking his face into his hands while standing up to run away to die from mortification in peace.

"Oh no you don't!" JungKook giggles and grabs around Taehyung's waist. He yanks him back, inadvertently landing Taehyung slap bang in the middle of his lap, the soft, lush ass right on his crotch.

For a moment, all JungKook can see is his strong fingers wrapped around the lush hips so deliciously situated right in front of him, weighing sweetly and precisely on his cock. He feels an immediate twitch and he can't help but to wonder if Taehyung felt it too.

Going by the immediate stiffness going up his spine, he figures the answer to that would be a resounding yes.

Feeling awkward for some strange reason, JungKook clears his throat a little and helps Taehyung up.

"Let's have something to eat -I just remembered we have some strawberries from last night, I meant to offer them with the meal..." he pushes gently on Taehyung's lower back to direct him toward the kitchen area.

Taehyung can hardly walk -mainly because he can hardly breathe. He can hardly breathe because his insides are currently being incinerated by the lingering feeling of hands holding him firmly over the waist, around his hips, and by the vision of the dark eyes clearly burning while admiring Taehyung when he was getting up and braved a look under his lashes.

"Do you like strawberries?" JungKook asks, forgetting the fact that, as a husband, he should know this kind of thing.

JungKook is a little breathless, his glossy eyes sparkling so bright that Taehyung decides the darkness he thought he saw dwelling there had to have been a figment of his imagination and nothing more.

JungKook offers his hand to Taehyung even though the kitchen is only a few metres away. Taehyung smiles brightly, nodding without any knowledge of what strawberries taste like. He has always wanted to taste one though.

JungKook plants him in front of the crockery cupboard and goes to get the strawberries out of the fridge. He also brings some kind of white cylindrical, bottle-shaped container.

"Grab a few bowls? Small ones." JungKook instructs, grabbing a small knife to get the green bits off.

Taehyung places two bowls onto the work surface and looks at the red spheres with undisguised curiosity.

It's impossible not to react to this face, this face full of unbridled curiosity and innocence that Taehyung makes when he sees something he clearly hasn't seen before.

JungKook wonders what it must be like to never have eaten or slept or.. had sex... and then do all of them for the first time over a very short period of time.

He wonders what it would be like to taste a strawberry for the first time. He can't imagine it. He can't imagine living without having had a taste of something that sweet... and suddenly he has an inexplicably strong need to make it special for Taehyung.

He chooses one, a perfectly symmetrical, shiny, red strawberry with bright yellow seeds embedded in it that look like tiny nuggets of gold. He lifts it up by the small green leaves to show it to Taehyung who eyes it with suspicion.

JungKook chuckles and takes a bite as if showing an alien who has never seen one that it's safe to eat it. Automatically his eyes close and a deep hum resonates in his chest when the sweet juiciness spreads in his mouth.

"Hmm.. delicious. You want one?"

Taehyung's eyes are keen and shiny, he's staring so intently JungKook wants to laugh but doesn't have the heart to, he can't tell him it's just a strawberry when Taehyung stares at it as if it were a precious jewel of some sort.

The Angel nods silently -several, small, eager nods.

Picking up the clear, plastic container, JungKook offers it to Taehyung so he can choose one but the Angel just stares at it like he doesn't know what to do. So JungKook picks up a big, juicy strawberry and holds it up by the leaves, pointing it up to the skies.

Taehyung takes a half a step closer, right into JungKook's space, and wraps his long, slender fingers around the hand that holds the strawberry, to steady it.

He looks at the redness, he looks at JungKook and back again, then licks his lush lips in anticipation.

His mouth slightly open, he moves to bite into the strawberry and as soon as his lips touch it, the dark, soft eyes are suddenly staring directly at JungKook, so close.

When the full lips wrap around the berry and he bites, the juices dripping everywhere, there is more than a twitch in JungKook's pants when the sound of utter pleasure gushes out of the man in front of him. The moan is practically orgasmic -even his eyes are rolling to the back of his head.

His fingers tighten around JungKook's while he hums and chews -mouth pouting- like he's worried the strawberry will be taken away before he has the chance to finish all of it.

"There's more, don't worry." JungKook reassures, unable to stop grinning. Taehyung is adorable when his pink, juicy lips jut out while he waits for the next one.

"Hang on, this is even better."

He reaches for the white bottle and starts shaking it.

Grabbing a strawberry, he holds it pointing up again but this time he aims the white nozzle at it. Taehyung jumps when the white, cloud-like stuff starts spurting out of it with a loud hiss, covering the strawberry with a big pile of it on top.

"Open up..." JungKook models the open mouth to Taehyung as if he were getting ready to feed a toddler but something goes wrong.

Eager Taehyung meets him too quickly and ends up knocking the strawberry off his fingers -but not before making a complete mess with the cream, of himself and JungKook's fingers.

The creamy digits hover mid-air, in front of Taehyung's mouth, somehow indecisive.

As soon as Taehyung tastes the soft sweetness on his own lips and hums with pleasure, not thinking twice about it, he wraps his fingers around the hand still in front of him and brings the fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.

He licks the knuckles first, then all the way up the fingers. He hums, enjoying the taste.

It isn't until his eyes meet JungKook's that he realises that something has shifted. There is a pink tinting the man's cheeks and he's licking his lips in nervousness... or something.