THIS IS THE 3RD BOOK
PLEASE READ BOOK 1 AND BOOK 2 FIRST

I'M BEING VERY SERIOUS.
NONE OF THESE BOOKS CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE.

Also, please do read the --- chaps, otherwise a lot of information will remain incomplete, there are a total of fifteen in the book — and they are practically the backbone of this book — so, every time you see an update as so, then it isn't a republish of an old one but it is a new one

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첫눈에 널 알아보게 됐어

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100 years hence of the passing on of Park Jimin and Min Yoongi

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"Namjoonie, want to come and eat with me?"

The said man looked up to the voice, grinning as he did so. Nodding, he replied.

"Why would I ever say no to you, Jin?"

Jin chuckled with a warm smile as Namjoon got up from his seat.

"Must be stressful to be the main Authority."

An exasperated sigh left Namjoon as he groaned, both of them making their way to the actual dining room.

"You're the one to talk. I just take an overall look at how everyone in their parts is doing. You, on the other hand, take care of all the food-related stuff. Once, I just sat there, watching you and counting how many times Angels and Demons came to you for that."

Pulling his lover into a side hug, Jin just laughed it off saying it was nothing big as they made their way into the dining room. They didn't have much time to eat either. Well, being an Authority now, they didn't really need that much food, but to survive next few millennia, they needed to eat once in a while to stay up and running.

Jin was glad he was given the position of the food authority, having control over the resource of food and everything else under that umbrella. Also, if he remained an angel, seeing Namjoon would be less, and that didn't sound pleasing at all. They both were happy with how things ended up.

If you talked about their intimacy, it almost seemed nonexistent now, having almost no time -- save for once a century -- to even stay out of the main hall. They had work to do — the universe to balance.

But, neither of them minded. They didn't really care that they couldn't be intimate, they were just happy to be with each other. The intimacy between their hearts was enough for them.

"We should get back soon, the monthly reports will be coming in soon for both you and me."

Humming a sound of agreement, Namjoon continued to eat, just looking at Seokjin with his happy eyes, enjoying the sight of the other eating as well.

It was strange, now that Namjoon thought about it. Seokjin loved food, loved eating, loved cooking, but now it seemed strange how everything changed.

Not particularly in a bad way, but in the strangest way.

He felt nostalgic, yet he didn't mind the present. He knew, and it erupted a strange feeling of reminiscence in him.

Nothing is constant, except the variability.

That was the ultimate truth. An oxymoron, yet it held so much truth.

Even after all these years, he always went back to this same thought.

Contradiction being a reality— that itself was a contradiction, but it was fact.

Chuckling to himself, Namjoon finished off the last bit of his food, the strange nostalgia in his chest rising again.

"Yah, Namjoon-ah, don't laugh with your mouth full, you might choke."

After swallowing the last left of the food, Namjoon gleamed at Jin.

"We're Authorities, Jin, we heal too fast."

Sighing in exasperation, Jin gently smacked Namjoon's shoulder.

"But, you'll still feel the pain at that moment!"

Just smiling, not really caring about the pain, just about the moment, Namjoon stood up, pulling Jin up as well.

"Let's go back."

•

Lips pouted and eyes concentrated, the orange haired man scanned the rooms carefully before sighing. Turning off the lights, he took a step back and locked the door with a key from a ring full of keys.

Turning towards the large hallways, he made his way to find someone.

Hearing muffled voices of two voices just around the corner, the man took a turn.

Rolling his eyes at the sight of the couple chatting like it was their date, he cleared his throat.

"Aren't you two supposed to be doing your duty?"

The two looked at Hoseok, attention diverted.

"We're on our break, Hoseok hyung."

The blonde said, grinning and breathy giggles escaping his lips.

Hoseok looked at Jungkook— he knew Taehyung had a break, but he was sure Jungkook didn't.

"And, you?"

Sheepishly smiling, Jungkook responded.

"Well, this is my post for today, and Tae came and visited!"

Playfully shaking his head, acting disappointed, Hoseok walked over to Jungkook. Then, he beamed before handing the keys over to him.

"This wing is yours to check, I know Daeseok takes over your shift here in a few minutes, don't even try to get out of it."

Jungkook pouted, but took the keys.

"Fine. I'll go in a few minutes, when Taehyung's shift ends."

Patting his shoulder, Hoseok started walking off past them.

"The rest of my shift is at the library for the next few days. Don't do anything that might scar people!"

•

After walking Taehyung back to his shift — which was to guard the sleep room for Authorities — Jungkook made his way to the unguarded hallway of the Authority Palace. Those were only in two wings - and every week, Jungkook and Hoseok had to go through each and every room to make sure nothing was out of place from before or to see if anything was stolen.

Jungkook took care of the left wing while Hoseok took care of the right one, it had been like this for the past century.

Unlike the checking duty, the shifts for guarding changed quite frequently. In the span of a month, every angel or demon who worked for the Authority Palace probably goes through guarding each room in the mansion. After a month for the certain angel or demon — they got a week off to go wherever they wanted: to earth, just a walk around Afterlife, to Heaven or Hell.

Almost done with half of the rooms he was supposed to check, Jungkook let out an exasperated breath. He had prison room duty after this.

Before his friends — too pained to even think about their names - had done the most revolutionary thing in the history of all four dimensions, he'd never thought the Authority Palace was this big and held so many things.

Two angels were assigned for the jobs to keep all the storerooms in check — currently Jungkook and Hoseok - they get the job for the next five centuries unless they want to quit.

Reaching the last few of the rooms, Jungkook clicked open the door, mind momentarily lost in the thought of his husband to realize which room it was.

When he noticed, his eyes turned dull and heart heavy. Flipping on the switch, he just stared.

There it was, the glass case that gave him sorrow every week. Even after one hundred years, he still wasn't over it. Those two were like his own older brothers, how could he forget them?

He entered the room. It was like a ritual by now. Every week, he'd look over the same rooms, the same process of opening doors, turning lights on, looked around for a minute maximum before flipping the light off and locking the door, quickly moving to the next one. But, this room, he always took his time with. He always checked every corner of the room to make sure every newspaper dealing with their disappearance was there. two-thousand, same number each time.

Jungkook walked over to one of the windows, raising the curtains slightly to look out. He had the view memorized by now, hew could see the passing-on gate from there.

Dropping his hands back down to his side, he glanced back at the glass showcase, then his eyes widened at the sight.

From the part where it connects to the body- the wings were slowly starting to wither, blowing like it was dust, disappearing before it reached the bottom of the case.

The ring of keys slipped from his hands, Jungkook's whole mind chaos and shock, he stumbled out the room, staggering a little as he ran.

Past the other rooms and around the corners, he dashed up the huge stairs, panting.

He wished he could've used his wings, but this was no time to be thinking about that! Adrenaline rushing in his souled body, he almost slid through the hallway, spotting the door to the main hall.

Stopping in his tracks, nearly falling over, Jungkook slammed the door open, still out of breath.

He looked around before stopping on the person he wanted to see.

"Namjoon hyung—"

The said man looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"Their wings—"

His gasps stopping his words short, Jungkook breathed heavily. Even if he was an angel it seemed he got more out of breath now than when he was a human, he thought slightly annoyed.

He saw Namjoon stand up, a sense of emergency in the latter's eyes.

"What about them, Jungkook?"

Finally catching his breath, Jungkook breathed out loud enough, his eyes still wide from the shock.

"They're disappearing—!"

Everyone else in the room stopped their work- which they had paused momentarily before continuing when realizing Namjoon was the one being referred to.

"They're disappearing!?"

Another voice spoke, Jungkook averted his eyes to them. And, he nodded.

"No way! They didn't even come into contact with any dust! They've been locked up for years! Even longer since the owners've been gone!"

Jungkook didn't know what to do in such a situation. In a spur of the moment, he desperately spoke out, arms flailing.

"Can't we all go and take a look?!"

The same guy who'd spoken before mocked him.

"Can't we all go and take a look? I have more important business here, dealing with violent and murder cases from after-death creatures. Looking at pictures of blood is more pleasing than that old dusty room."

"Well, that's alright. Yoonha, you can stay. Everyone else interested can come. Let's go."

Everyone other than Yoonha stood up from their seat, curiosity bubbling in them of the situation before following Namjoon and Jungkook through the halls.

"How fast was it disappearing?"

Jungkook hummed at Namjoon's question.

"It might still be in the process? I'm not quite sure actually. I quickly came to inform you the moment I saw it happening."

In just a few minutes, they reached the room. Gasps erupted when they saw what Jungkook said was indeed true. The wings weren't there anymore.

Namjoon and Jungkook entered, the rest looked from the outside to have a glance and not crowd the room.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Namjoon looked into the glass case, and around it, inspecting closely. There was no sign of anyone cutting cleanly or stealing it. It was nature.

"Is this following the nature of eternal change?"

Namjoon muttered, not sure about anything he'd known until now.

"But, that doesn't make sense. Why now? Why after so many years?"

Then Namjoon thought again with Jungkook's questions, calculating.

"It's been exactly one hundred years."

He breathed out, looking into the faint reflection of himself and the rest behind him on the glass.

"Exactly one-hundred. They left exactly a few moments ago exactly one hundred years before right now."

Jungkook hummed, nodding in understanding.

"I get that... but what significance does it hold?"

A few seconds of looking into the case, Namjoon averted his eyes, looking out the small crack of the curtains and through the window.

"I don't know."

Jungkook walked over to the dropped keys and picked them up, a little confused at something, but he didn't know what.

"What's wrong?"

Namjoon asked, eyes glancing at the brunette.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Jungkook answered.

"Nothing really... just, I swore these keys weren't this close to the wall."

"Maybe you didn't notice you dropped them that far?"

Shaking his uneasiness off, Jungkook nodded, looking at Namjoon with a smile.

"Probably."

Letting out a breath, Namjoon spoke with a parting gaze.

"Well, I'm going back to do my duty. Tell the archive Authority, Buwon, to record this."

Nodding, Jungkook didn't move, wanting to stay around for a bit more.

It seemed strange now that the glass case he's been looking at for a hundred years was now empty. It really was strange.

But, somehow, the uneasiness feeling arose inside him again. He felt as if the strangeness wasn't just because of the absence of wings.

After a full minute of deep thinking, Jungkook sighed, giving up.

He was probably just trying to scare himself.

Shrugging his thoughts off, he internally groaned, remembering that after checking the other rooms again, he has to go to prison room duty.

And, today was his shift at the soul section, too. Those prisoners were always the whiniest.

With busy thoughts, the eerie strangeness pushed to the bottom of his thoughts, he locked up the room and got to work.

He just couldn't wait until his small break so he could see Taehyung again.