👿The darkness to my light😇

Taehyung's POV

I smiled as I held my little brother's hand. Well... not really my little brother. I was currently on earth. I was taking care of the children. I was particularly close to Thomas. Lee Thomas is American Korean, even though he has never learned English from his father, he learns very quick for a five-year-old.

"Look Tata! Look! That man looks like you!" Thomas yelled happily as he pulled at the hem of my sleeve. I looked up where he pointed. "Thomas. It's not nice to point at people who you don't know." I said. Thomas pouted shyly. "B-but..." He sniffled.

"Hey, it's okay. I just said it wasn't nice, but we all learn from mistakes." I smiled at him. "Except for those who can't do anything wrong." A deep voice growled. I looked at the man in front of me. He immediately send a dark aura, and I hated it. But... he was... good looking...

I shook my head immediately. What am I thinking?! Love is between a man and woman. No love can exist within the same gender. My heartbeat slowly calmed down. He grinned, tilting his head at me.

His white dyed hair fell over one of his eyes. Fire played in his eyes as he eyes me up and down. He leaned to my ear, chuckling darkly. "Dear child of God. These children do not believe in you." He spat softly. It send shiver of fear down my spine. "Demon..." I breathed out.

The man nodded. "Got that right." He smiled at the child, patting his head. "Keep up your work kid. I'm sure you'll be a happy one. You remind me of my friend. Always curious, smiling, a happy energetic boy."

Was he being nice? Demons can be nice?! No. He's acting. Demons cannot be such nice beings. They are creations of Hell. I am a creation of God... He is a good actor though.

The demon looked up at me as he stood back up. "Meet me at the club tonight. The one that is just between our realms. I'd like to speak to you." He growled lowly. He smiled at the child before walking away.

His demonic presence slowly faded, but a part never left. It send so many shivers down my spine. The day slowly ended as I waved goodbye to Thomas and their caretaker. And the other children of course.

I hesitantly took a turn into an alley, taking my shirt off and laying it in the very clean corner. I took a deep breath as a tingling run down from my neck to my back, my wings folding from my skin.

Their white feather rushed through the air as I sped up into the sky onto the clouds. The moment that I passed the barrier that split earth and Heaven, I felt the Heavenly feeling in my veins.

My skin got paler as my eyes formed back to their crystal blue. I smiled as I saw my friend already waiting for me, just like he promised. "Namjoon hyung!" I smiled, flying into his arms. He chuckled and hugged me back. "Why are you so happy? Good day with the children?" He asked.

I nodded. "And something else... I have a date!" I immediately shut my mouth. It wasn't even a date. I can't tell him about the demon. He'll scold me! "Really who is the lucky girl?" He asked. I stammered slightly. "It's... uhm... a human?" I said shyly. "Human?" Namjoon asked.

He raised his eyebrow. "Than why do you smell like a demon?" He whispered. He leaned closer to my ear. "A. Male. Demon?" He snarled. I gulped. "I... I met him by accident. He whispered in my ear, maybe that's why his scent lingers on me. I promised to meet him at a bar tonight. He wants to talk to me..."

Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath. "I can't let you go." "Why not?" I asked. "Because he might harm you." "How could he harm me if tons of angels and demons go there every night just to play some fair to unfair games?" I protested.

"I'm sorry Namjoon hyung, but I am going. He was nice to a child. I have to find out why he acted that way." I said softly, flying away from him towards my house. I sighed, dressing into something casual, yet formal and nice looking.

I went on my way, hesitantly seeing the bar that was split between the realms. Demons and angels came here all the time... right? I walked inside, the scent of demons warning my nature. I had to go against it. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I hesitantly turned around.

"You came?" A low voice chuckled. I held my breath, letting it go with a deep sigh. His white hair was messy, black wings folded to his back as he had his hands in the pockets of his leather pants. He looked dark... and handsome.

Small horns pocket out of his hair. So cute... I shook my head wildly. "H-hey..." I murmured. The demon eyed me up and down. "You look good." He said lowly. A blush fell onto my cheeks. "Thank you."

"My name is Yoongi." He nodded. "Kim Taehyung." I replied. "Tae it is. Come on. Let's sit." He chuckled. I followed him to the stools, taking a seat next to him. He chuckled. "You reek of Heaven. But there is still a little scent of me left. I'm glad for that." Yoongi said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Angels who reek of good are disgusting. When are you going to have any fun?" He scoffed. "Fun? I have fun." I defended. "Like how?" Yoongi asked. "I... I uhm... I don't know. I always go to earth out of... boredom." I said softly.

Yoongi tapped my shoulder. "Come with me. Let me show you how I make fun." I followed him again. "Don't part from me Tae. You're going to hate it at first but trust me. It's real fun." He chuckled, letting himself fall down from the cloudy sky.

I gasped as he never spread his wings, just falling down like a dead bird that was shot by a ruthless hunter. He smirked and winked, spreading his arms as he spread his wings at the same time, just above the rooftops. The moon was shining brightly. So beautifully reflecting on Yoongi's black wings.

I had never had the honor of seeing a demon fly before... Yoongi was elegant and ruthless, shifting through the houses as he was a maniac. I hesitantly followed him, taking a deep breath. He was fast. Way faster than me.

"Stop flying so carefully." Yoongi chucked. "Fly without worries. So what you bumped against a wall? You had fun." He smiled. If a smile was perfection it was his. My heartbeat went so much faster. I can't let him get to me.

I nodded shyly. "Come on. Take my hand." He reached his hand. "Won't I get your scent?" I asked. Yoongi nodded. "Yes, and you will get a slight bit of disobedience. That won't get bigger, trust me." He grinned. I smiled and took his hand. "Show me fun."

Yoongi chuckled and flashed away, my hand still in his as he shot himself up like a bullet. I yelped, almost wanting to hold onto him. I looked down. I was faster up than any time.

My wings had to work harder, but it made them stronger. Maybe one day, they'll be just like Yoongi's. Big... strong... Magical...

Yoongi chuckled. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He grinned. I looked away. "It's not my fault that you're so... cute..." I whispered. "What did you say?" Yoongi asked. Shock clearly filled his voice. "I thought angels weren't allowed to love the same gender?" He asked.

I looked away shyly. That only caused Yoongi to widen his eyes even more. "You're breaking their law!" He yelled. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. "I like your risk. Can you keep up?" He asked.

I looked at him. "Can I? Or can you?" I defended. "We'll see." He let go of my hand, shooting down and through the streets and cars. I frowned, hesitantly following him as fast as I could. My wings hurt...

I could feel them weakening. I was so close to him. No more... I can't give up! I groaned. The ground got closer, but so got Yoongi. I reached out to touch him. Only a few more inches...

I huffed, groaning in pain when I hit the ground. I coughed, rolling against a wall harshly. Yoongi abruptly stopped, his eyes wide as he sped towards me. "Taehyung!"

I groaned, coughing softly. I sat up, rubbing my head. "Ouch..." I whined. Yoongi helped me up. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Why are you so worried about me? You're a demon." I said softly. "Demons aren't as dark as you may think. Angels are wrong too sometimes. I don't blame you." Yoongi replied, moving my hair from my forehead.

He gasped, blood rolling down from his hand. "I'm so sorry Taehyung..." He said softly. "I thought your wings were stronger. I shouldn't have pushed our limit. I'm so sorry." He whimpered. Dizziness took over me, just feeling the blood on my forehead as I passed out.

The beeping of a hospital monitor caused me to open my eyes. The light was blinding, as my vision slowly got better. On a couch in the corner of the room, a young man slept. He had bags under his eyes. But he was beautiful.

Yoongi... I think his name was. The door creaked open as a young man walked inside. "Ah! You're awake." He smiled. Yoongi shot up with a gasp. "Taehyung!" He yelled half asleep. He ran towards me, almost falling in the progress.

"You have a bit of memory loss, and a wounded back. A few deep arm cuts which we had to stitch, and a severe injury on your leg." The doctor said. Yoongi looked at him with worry. "And his wings?" He asked.

The doctor smiled. "His wings are great. Just a few feathers here and there, but other than that it seems to be all good." Yoongi gasped in relief. "Thank you!" "No problem. And don't worry, I won't tell your secret." The doctor winked.

Yoongi sat down beside me as the doctor left. "Can you remember me?" He asked. I stared at him. "Yoongi... Demon?" I asked. He nodded. "Can you remember who you are?" He asked. "I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." I said.

Yoongi smiled. "What are you?" "I'm... an angel..." I said hesitantly. "You are. A very beautiful and risky angel Taehyung." He said smiling. "Can you call your wings?" Yoongi asked.

I sat up, my head pounding immediately. I wanted to fall back when Yoongi caught my head just in time. "Take your time. It doesn't have to be today." "How long was I gone?" I asked. "Almost a week..." Yoongi said softly.

"I stayed awake for 3 days... waiting for you to wake. But you never did. Now here you are, and I hope you'll heal soon. I won't push your limits anymore, I promise." Yoongi said quickly. We'll do safer things... human things." He smiled.

I nodded hesitantly. "Can you sleep with me?" I asked. Yoongi nodded instantly. "I'll be with you." He smiled. I returned him a weak smile, before passing out asleep.

A few weeks later I was released from the hospital. Namjoon had visited me. He had met Yoongi, surprised by how professional he was. A friend of Yoongi's came by as well. Jung Hoseok, I think his name was.

I hesitantly let my wings free, frowning at the dark color that had started to spread. A few of my feathers had turned black. Just a few. Yoongi held my hand again, taking me towards an alley.

"No dangerous stuff anymore." He said softly, folding his wings into his back. I hesitantly did the same as he pulled a large black bag from the trashcan. He pulled spray cans from them. He threw one towards me, which I caught handily. "Come on. Draw the walls." Yoongi smirked, shaking the can and beginning to work on the walls.

Over the time... it had become worse. Namjoon noticed the multiple black feathers, shouting at me. I had snapped. I slapped him that day. I was rude. Cold. I was frustrated and cruel. Yoongi seemed to like it. He kept smiling.

My wings were a full black now. With every event more feathers turned, I felt like a demon. My hair was darker than it used to be, my eyes were blue anymore. They were red.

At the end of our flying session I had to go back to Heaven. But I didn't want it. I frowned. Yoongi stared at me. "What's the hold-up?" He asked. "I don't belong there anymore." I growled. I moved towards him. "I'm feeling bad." I purred.

Yoongi's breathing hitched. "The fall must have caused worse brain damage than we thought." "I'm sober, I'm serious. I feel demonic Yoongi hyung." I frowned. Yoongi gasped. "Demonic... Thank Satan." He laughed.

I tilted my head. "For what?" Yoongi tilted his head at me with a grin. "Can you keep up?" He asked. "Can I, or can you?" I replied. Yoongi smirked. "Tell me your limits. And follow me."

Yoongi let himself fall like a bullet, just in time spreading his wings. I had no hesitation this time. I flew after him, feeling my wings take the fall and speeding through the cars and houses.

I was right on his heel. This time I wasn't going to give up. My wings carried me next to him, causing Yoongi to look at me with wide eyes. "Someone's not giving up tonight." He laughed. "You don't know how strong I feel." I replied, grabbing Yoongi's hand and flying straight up with one powerful strike.

Yoongi chuckled. "If Heaven could see you right now." He smirked. "Oh, I can." We turned our heads both to reveal to us, an angry Namjoon and an angry Hoseok. I took in their every feature. I currently found nothing, except for one little thing.

"What's up Joon?" I grinned. "Don't what's up me." Namjoon snarled. "I knew demons were dangerous!" Hoseok gasped. "I take it as a compliment." "You should now that you still can." Namjoon spat. "Relax Joon. I'm still Taehyung, just darker and more demonic."

"That part right there." Namjoon growled, his pointer finger touching my chest. "That demonic part is what worries me. You were my friend. Like a little brother! And here you are. You've turned yourself into a demon because of him." Namjoon said disappointedly.

I frowned. "Oh really?" Namjoon nodded. "Than tell me what this is!" I snarled, pointing at the few dark gray feathers in his wings. Namjoon stammered a few broken words. "I hung out with him!" Hoseok smiled. "Turns out Namjoon likes the fun."

Namjoon looked down in shame. I scoffed. "So, you lied to me." "I didn't lie to you Taehyung. I still am a part of Heaven." Namjoon snarled. "Your sexuality." I growled. "I'm still figuring it out." Namjoon replied.

Hoseok wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Give the boy a break. He just started gaining his pretty feathers." He chuckled. Namjoon looked away. "Shut up." He spat. "Feisty." Hoseok chuckled.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Well, I like Tae. I'm just going to admit it right here. I feel things for him, and they are not the good ones." He growled. "They're those bad demonic heartbeats that rip your soul in half.."

I felt my own heartbeat. It was fast. Loud. And probably going feral. "I can feel my lips aching every day," Yoongi continued. "I want to kiss him that badly! But because of his stupid angelic life, I could never do it. Now, however." He growled.

He pressed his lips on mine roughly. His lips were soft, and yet he had no mercy for my own lips. I kissed back, my heartbeat only quickening at the feeling. Namjoon stared at us with a grumpy frown. He growled lowly, ignoring Hoseok's calls as he flew down.

He was tired of it. He was tired of seeing his friend so happy with someone, while he was in the trouble of even having a girlfriend. Hoseok sat down next to him, smiling at the younger. "What upsets you?" He asked.

"Taehyung." Namjoon replied. "He has found happiness so soon, and I can't even seem to figure out if I'm heterosexual or homosexual. I'm afraid." Hoseok pouted sadly. "If only you were a demon huh." He chuckled.

Namjoon nodded. "For the first time, I wish. Hell doesn't have any... rules. Not of religion, no rights or wrongs, no choices of who you want to marry. Yes, Heaven is free, and it's beautiful, but it's so restricted and tough." He whined. "I just really want to take care of Taehyung."

Hoseok nodded. "You know I can turn you. It's just a few activities with a demon to get rid of your angelic scent, once that's done we replace it mine." He smiled. "How?" Namjoon asked. "Physical contact. Shaking hands or kissing, like those two, anything that involves us touching will make you feel more like us, which causes you to act the same." Hoseok explained.

Namjoon took a deep breath. "Fine. What's the next activity on the list?" He smiled.

Yoongi and I hesitantly parted, looking each other in the eyes for just a long time. He was absolutely beautiful. Yoongi rushed a hand through my hair, smiling at me. "Ready to go home?" He asked. I nodded. "Keep me with you."

Yoongi took my hand, flying up with me into the darker clouds, and further up. He smiled. "Home sweet home." He laughed. He invited me inside, smiling and poking the two small horns that peeked out of my hair. It tickled.

He placed his lips on mine once again. The kiss was rougher this time. More demonic. I liked it. I kissed back. Turns out I am homosexual. I may be crazy. Crazy in love.

A few days later an unexpected surprise came by. The doorbell rung, causing Yoongi to growl. He got up from the couch, widening his eyes at the sight before him. "Hoseok... what the hell did you just take to my house?!" He yelled, laughing afterwards. "My Devil! Come in!" He laughed. "Taehyung!"

I looked up, widening my eyes. "Namjoon hyung?!" "Missed me?" Namjoon chuckled. "But I thought you lied Heaven?" I asked. "Nah. It sucks." He smiled. "So did you decide to play video games without me?" He growled.

I shrugged. "I did." "Oh you little devil.. Best out of ten." He chuckled, snatching the controller off the ground. Yoongi and Hoseok smiled. "So, what happened to him?" Yoo gi asked.

"He had a whole breakdown about that he didn't know what he wanted or was. He wanted to protect Taehyung and gave into the demonic will. He actually only just got his horns so his head still hurts." Hoseok smiled. "But he's beautiful."

"They both are." Yoongi smiled. "They are angels, no matter what. He is the literal darkness to my light. Taehyung makes me so happy." Hoseok smiled. "And Namjoon makes me happy. More than usual."

Yoongi sighed deeply. "Let's protect them with our lives." Hoseok nodded. "Let's."

The End

I honestly don't know how an angel could turn into a demon without rebellious behavior or physical contact with a Demon.