Minji's POV:

"Alright, first order of business is to find your true powers," Yoongi points to me while sitting upon a rock.

Although I'm still shivering beneath my blanket I can't help but focus on his wings. They're absolutely beautiful, but not in a Guardian Angel sort of way of course.

They barely look evil, with their fullness that can be trusted to fly and protect. Each feather is as dark as night except for a select few that are dark red in color. In a way, they almost resemble butterfly wings, only feathered.

"Hello?"

"U-uh Yes?" I snap out of it, watching his wings disappear into thin air.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, a small smirk showing on his lips, "try to stop this," He throws a ball of roaring fire my way, my eyes widening with surprise and fear.

"AHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs, throwing myself to one side to avoid having my head burned off.

"Hyung! Are you crazy?!" Jimin shouts angrily.

Yoongi grunts, "I was seeing if a dangerous situation would help her to do a little magic,"

"That was so uncalled for!" I scowl at him while brushing the sand off me.

"My turn!" Jungkook suddenly exclaims, anxiety threatening to take over my body.

"How about no ones turn," I say, almost instantly regretting talking back when a smirk appears on Jungkook's face.

I look into his eyes, watching them turn from a warm shade of brown to completely black. He breaks eye contact with me just to look at my arm, instant pain erupting from that exact spot.

My breath hitches in my throat, making it impossible for me to scream when a huge crunch becomes evident. I can't even feel the tears running down my cheeks since I'm too occupied with the reality that he just broke my arm with his eyes.

I cower into myself, trying my best to call out for help but nothing comes out of my mouth.

"What the fück," is all I'm able to say without completely passing out as the pain becomes unbearable.

"Jungkook! Stop!" I hear someone yell, the pain subsiding for just a moment.

I look at my arm, vomit threatening to escape my mouth when all's that can be seen is my hand twisted the absolute wrong way. Once I've realized this I scream out in a mixture of sobs and pain stricken screams.

"I only did it because Jin Hyung can heal her," Jungkook sighs, not even phased by the amount of pain he's put me in.

I try to look for Jin but my vision is constantly fading in and out. At one point my body collapses until I feel the hand of somebody on my arm, the pain slowly fading away.

"You're welcome," Jin mumbles, walking away from me.

I blink, staring up at the stars. If they wouldn't have had Jin, I'm almost positive I would be dead. Not just because Jungkook broke my arm, but because there's only so much pain a person can handle.

It wasn't just my arm that was in pain, it was my entire body.

"V, you should try," I hear Yoongi say.

I instantly sit straight up, snapping my head in his direction. My eyes widen fearfully as I attempt to catch my breath, subconsciously scooting further away in the sand.

V sends me an innocent looking smile as he holds out his hands. I watch as dark, black, cloud looking fog fall from his palms and to the ground, snaking towards me.

"WHAT THE FÜCK IS THAT!" I scream in between breaths, pulling my self to my feet as I try to scurry away.

A sudden pain in my left leg sends me straight back to the ground, rolling over to see Jungkook smiling in victory. My hands fly to my left shin, feeling it to make sure he didn't just break it like a tooth pick.

At this point the dark fog is a foot away from me and I can't help but wonder what terrible things it will do to me.

I simply cover my ears with my hands, scrunching my eyes closed as tight as possible to forget where I am and what is happening to me. After a few seconds of feeling nothing, I dare to open my eyes seeing Jimin's back.

Slowly, I look above him seeing a giant wall of water with the fog trapped on the other side. With a swift gesture of the hand he sends it flying down, the fog rising into the air until it disintegrates.

"Wah~ Jimin's no fun," V shakes his head, walking towards Yoongi.

"No fun? Are you guys serious? You're treating her like she's some you," He points at me.

"We're just trying to help her," Namjoon shrugs.

"Clearly your methods aren't working so just stop," Jimin growls.

"Who's side are you on?" Hoseok gets up from his position in the sand after being silent throughout this whole ordeal, "This is to help you too,"

"I'm on your side of course," Jimin almost stutters, fear radiating off him.

"Then it's your turn," Hoseok's head tilts to the side with a twisted expression on his face.

"Whatever," Jimin walks away from me, turning around once he's reached the rest of the boys.

"You promised," I breath out, feeling too exhausted to defend myself anymore.

"Fallen angels don't keep promises," He says all to plainly, raising his hand in the air.

I can only glare at him when water crashes into me on both sides. My body flips over itself, lungs burning as they crave air while being deprived of it. I let out a small yelp, bubbles engulfing my face for a short moment.

My hand flies to my mouth to keep me from accidentally breathing in, although this won't save me in the least. Between the rippling water I can see Jimin and the others on the outside.

They all look emotionless. No wonder they'r fallen angels, they don't belong in Heaven.

I cough, more bubble rising to the surface of this massive water cage I've been enclosed in. Fearfully I start to lose the ability to hold my breath any longer, giving absolutely everything I have to not gasp for air.

Surely Jimin will stop before I die.

Surely he wouldn't do this to me.

Surely he would keep his promise.

Water fills my lungs as I breath in, my body freezing to become still. I simply float, no longer feeling the burning sensation while becoming heavier and heavier. Why is it almost peaceful.

Death can be peaceful I guess... but I don't want to die.

As soon as the thought appears in my brain the water disappears, dropping me on my butt. I violently start to cough, water coming out of my mouth as I breath heavily.

Once I've gained my stability I shoot up from the ground shouting, "YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE NO HUMANITY!"

I stop, staring at a purple see-through wall separating me from them. Carefully I kick it with my foot, it bouncing off. I look around me to notice that I'm now encased in a small purple bubble.

Could this day just end already.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU IS IT NOW?!" I scream angrily, all of them looking at me in shock.

My gaze falls to my hand which is raised in the air, then back to them who seem to be doing nothing.

"She's doing it!" V cheers, happily giggling.

I'm doing it? I drop my hand to the side and the forcefield disappears. So I actually have powers.

"That's so cool do it again!" V comes running up to me while jumping.

I furrow my eyebrows at him, wondering why he's always so happy even when he was doing terrible things to me. It's almost like he has one mood which just happens to be of an innocent child.

"Do it again!" He repeats, smiling widely from ear to ear.

I reluctantly raise my hand, thinking about what I just did and the purple wall appears again.

"Holy shït," I gasp, dropping my hand.

"How is that supposed to help us find the book," Jungkook whines, clearly unimpressed.

"Yah!" I point at him, "I just made a fücking forcefield appear out of thin air when literally 3 hours ago I didn't believe that any of this shït existed. So please, if you could be a little more considerate and at least say 'oh nice job', that would be great. Thanks," I practically spit out at him, storming down the side of the beach.

"Where are you going?" He calls after me.

"Home!" I shout back.

"What home?"

I stop in my tracks when Jungkook lands in front of me, wings raised at his sides. His eyes start to turn dark again, my hand flying up with absolutely nothing happening.

"Hello? Forcefield?!" I start to flail my arm hopelessly.

"Seriously? You already forgot how to do it?" He scoffs, eyes returning to brown.

"Cut her some slack," Namjoon puts his arm around me, "We'll give her at least an hour to find where the book is,"

"What happens if I can't in an hour...?" I trail off.

"Well, it doesn't really matter when you won't be able to think if the hour is up and no progress is made... Do you know why?" Namjoon's eyebrows raise, expecting an answer from me.

"...because... I don't know..." I slowly say, nervously smiling.

"Dead people don't think," he whispers in my ear.