After they ended the conversation, Yoongi tried to fall back asleep, but he couldn't; his thoughts always turned back to the angel. He was more handsome than Jungkook, and he also seemed older than him, but younger than himself. His jawline was sharp, his nose was a bit bigger, and even though his lips were thinner they were still tempting for him. At first sight, the angel seemed... cold, untouchable, like he belonged to another world. Yoongi wouldn't say the angel was his type, but he still admitted that he was handsome.

And his wings... they looked black at first, but as he could see in the poorly illuminated room, they seemed dark blue. They were stunning, how the angel moved them carefully, spreading the feathers a bit. Yoongi was sure the guy would have loved to fly, but the circumstances didn't let him to do so.

Jungkook's thoughts slipped into Yoongi's mind, blurry flashes of a nightmare he was having. In the dream, Jungkook was lying in a bed, and a guy pressed him onto zhe mattress, not letting him a chance to escape. Yoongi felt the younger's fear, his pain as the guy kept his hands above his head while he basically ripped off his clothes.

"You acted so differently at the club. Why are you trying so hard to resist now?" The guy asked, and the voice sounded so familiar to Yoongi.

Too familiar.

Jungkook didn't reply as he was still trying to escape from the man's hold, but when the last piece of cloth was taken off of him, he opened his eyes. When he saw how the guy started to pull down his pants, Yoongi felt how Jungkook's body froze, becoming completely numb like he gave up. He laid in the bed stiffly, watching as the man let his hands go and quickly stepped out from his pants alongside with his underwear. Yoongi could see the guy through Jungkook's eyes; his tall figure, his face, his silvery hair which was a bit messy, his dimples as they appeared when the guy smiled...

The realisation pulled Yoongi out from the younger's mind. He was sitting in his bed, his eyes went wide. No, this can't be happening...

Yoongi recognised that son of a bitch who was in Jungkook's nightmare.

"Fuck, I have to tell this to hyung." Yoongi mumbled under his nose. He extended his power and reached Seokjin's mind, he wanted to let him know what he found out, but the elder was too busy; he was trying to wake Jungkook up. Thankfully he succeeded, and Yoongi's heart ached when he saw through his hyung's eyes how the younger started crying, his sobs made his whole body tremble.

Yoongi knew that his hyung wasn't going to be happy if he'd find out he was eavesdropping, but he didn't give a damn about it; he was worried for the younger.

So, pushing his conscience to the back of his mind, Yoongi stayed in Seokjin's mind, listening to the younger's story. He noticed that Jungkook didn't tell everything about how the guy looked like, but he probably didn't think it was important as he had no idea who that person was.

A lump appeared in Yoongi's throat when Jungkook got to the worst part, his tears in his eyes made his heart ache. Even though Jungkook didn't remember everything of what had happened to him, it was obvious that he was raped. And it had happened three months ago... poor Jungkook. But he could tell this to Seokjin, not knowing how it made their bond even stronger.

Yoongi remembered that that son of a bitch had treated his hyung almost as bad. But what were the odds that fate could be so cruel that the same person was who had made scars on both Seokjin's and Jungkook's soul?

Anger took over Yoongi, boiling his blood, his hands clenched into fists, making his knuckles go white. In that moment he swore that if he'd ever meet with that fucker, he's going to kill him.

The sound of an opening door pulled Yoongi out from his thoughts, he assumed that they left their bedroom. Yoongi felt torn, he wasn't sure what he should do; he wanted to talk with Seokjin, but too many emotions were whirling inside him, his hyung would sense it right away that something was off, and he wanted to avoid making a scene in front of Jungkook.

Unfortunately his stomach had a different opinion as it made a long growling sound. Yoongi looked down at his belly with a pout, feeling like his own body betrayed him. A defeated sigh left his lips as he got out from the bed and walked out from his room.

As he walked towards the kitchen, he saw how Jungkook was looking at Seokjin – he didn't notice as he was busy making breakfast -, and he didn't need his powers to guess what the younger was thinking about. Then, as he probably realised what he was doing, he quickly looked away, staring at his feed with red cheeks. "You're worse than a horny teenager, Jungkook!" Yoongi heard the younger's thoughts.

Yoongi couldn't hold back his smile as he went to the other side of the counter to pour some coffee for himself.

"Good morning, Yoongi!" Seokjin greeted him as he sliced up the gyeran mari. "I just finished cooking. Jungkook, would you set the table?"

"Hm? Ah, yeah, of course." The younger said before he pushed himself away from the counter and turned around to open the cabinets. "Good morning, hyung!" He added a moment later, remembering his manners. He was so deeply in his thoughts he barely noticed that Yoongi came out from his room. To his defense, Seokjin hyung with his broad shoulders, tiny waist and nice ass is a huge distraction. He had to recollect himself and try to find every reason to not jump on him, kissing him senseless right there.

Yoongi entering the kitchen was a huge help for Jungkook to woo away his horny thoughts. Feeling a bit ashamed, he silently made the table and sat down, staring at his empty plate to avoid looking at Yoongi who was already sitting in front of him, drinking his coffee. Seokjin soon followed suit after he served their breakfast to the table, sitting down right next to him.

They all thanked the meal and started eating. Jungkook closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction; the food was just as delicious as yesterday.

Seokjin also made a sound that made it obvious how much he liked the meal. It may sounded cocky but he loved his cooking. He took another bite into his mouth when he heard Yoongi's voice in his head.

"Hyung?"

"What is it?"

"Can I... can I tell Jungkook about the angel?" The question surprised the elder, but he didn't show it, still eating silently.

"Of course! I'm sure he'll be excited about it." A small smile appeared on Seokjin's face as he took a glance at Yoongi, trying to give him some encouragement. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Last night I went to the park, and I think I found someone who is just like us." As Yoongi finished his sentence, he looked up from his plate. Jungkook was staring at him with wide-opened eyes, his hands frozen in midway as he was taking a bite from the food.

"Really?" The younger asked, and Yoongi hummed before he continued eating. "What did you hear?" He asked eagerly, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"He was thinking about that he wanted to release his wings." Yoongi replied. Seokjin sensed that he was nervous, even though he hid it well. He also felt how happy Jungkook was, warmth bloomed in his chest because of it. It was a bit strange for him to feel two person's emotions at the same time, but he could bear with them.

"Daebak!" Jungkook said with a smile, putting down his chopsticks to the table. "Did you find out what kind of wings he has?"

Seokjin frowned at that question, but as he thought about it, he realised why the younger wanted to know this.

"Uh, angel wings." Yoongi replied shortly.

"Are you sure about it, hyung?" Jungkook insisted, making Yoongi a bit annoyed.

"Yes, I'm sure. Why do you want to know this so badly? What other type of wings could he have?"

Jungkook went silent at that, lowering his gaze to his plate as he chewed on his bottom lip. Guilt bubbled up in Yoongi's belly; he didn't mean to be rude with the younger.

"What's the matter with him? Did I say something wrong?" Seokjin heard Yoongi's words echoing in his mind.

"I... I have wings too, but... they look completely different." Jungkook mumbled quietly, still staring at his plate.

Yoongi looked at Seokjin with wide-opened eyes, blinking a few times.

"Did you know about this?"

"Yes."

"Then why the fuck did you not tell me?"

"Because you never asked. You only wanted to know how I figured out he's an incubus." Seokjin replied with a small smile.

"Point taken."

"You're talking like that again, aren't you?" Jungkook asked, pulling both of them out from their thoughts. Seokjin looked at him with burning cheeks. Thankfully he didn't seem angry; the younger's lips curled up to a shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"I asked hyung if he knew about it... I mean if he knew you have wings." Yoongi interrupted Jungkook. He saw in the corner of his eyes that Seokjin was looking at the younger, just like he did, but Jungkook kept staring at his plate while he continued eating.

"Uh... yes, he already knew. The next morning after we were... together, I told him about how my powers showed up, and... I told him about my wings too." Jungkook's voice became only a whisper at the end as he spoke; it was obvious how embarrassed he must have felt.

"I see." Yoongi said quietly, hesitating for a moment before he continued. "Would... would you tell me that too?" Seokjin sensed that Yoongi was curious, that he had no bad intentions.

"Well, I can show you." The younger said after a few seconds of silence. As he looked up, he saw how Seokjin and Yoongi were staring at him with wide-opened eyes and parted lips; it was comical in a way.

"What?" Yoongi was still in shock, he wanted to make sure he had heard the latter clearly.

"You're a telepath, right?" Jungkook asked.

"Yes."

"So, if I recall the memory, if I imagine how my wings look like, you can see that too, can't you?"

"Well... yes." Yoongi replied slowly. The way he said it made Jungkook frown, it was like he didn't want to admit that fact.

"Then I show it to you." Jungkook said. After Yoongi nodded in agreement, he put down his chopsticks and stood up from the table. Looking at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow, Yoongi cocked his head towards the living room before he started walking. The younger stood up from the table as well, following Yoongi's steps. When Yoongi hopped down onto the couch, Jungkook sat next to him, keeping some space between themselves. The elder lifted his hands up, showing his palms, awaiting.

Jungkook swallowed hard before he took a deep breath and put his hands onto Yoongi's.

"Close your eyes and try to recall the memory you would like to show me." Yoongi said, his tone was calming, soothing.

Jungkook did as told, slowly closing his eyes as he tried to remember that night where he'd seen his wings. It happened after he skipped more days than he should have. He couldn't even recall the person's face he'd been with, but at that time it was the last thing he'd cared about as he had to deal with the fact that his wings appeared again. Thankfully his partner had been lying unconsciously on the bed as Jungkook had already taken their aura, so he had time to wait until he'd found a way to draw them back. They've been far from being nice; they didn't look like angel wings, covered with soft feathers. No, they were big with the color of black, giving the look of bat wings.

As Yoongi saw them through Jungkook's memory, his hands trembled a bit, but he didn't pull them away. A few moments later Jungkook took his hands off from the elder's palms as he opened his eyes, scanning the latter's face. He thought he's going to see disgust or fear, but Yoongi looked at him with a surprised expression; it was obvious this wasn't what he expected to see.

"So that's why you asked what kind of wings that person has." Yoongi half-whispered, a small smile crossed his face. Jungkook didn't respond to that; he shrugged as he looked away, chewing on his lips in his nervousness.

Soft fingers touched Jungkook's hand, soothing his skin oh-so-gently. He slowly glanced up; Yoongi locked his eyes with him, his smile widened a bit, his eyes were filled with kindness.

"You don't disgust or scare me, Jungkook. And please don't you ever think about it again."

"Why?" Jungkook asked, feeling a lump in his throat.

"Because I don't see any reason to do so. This is a part of your power, a part of you."

"But... I slept with strangers and took their auras, and, and then I left without a word!" The younger said, internally swearing when he felt how his eyes started burning. "Aren't these enough to make you feel disgusted?" He almost choked on the last words, trying his best to not cry, because fuck no, he's not going to cry in front of Yoongi.

"No." The elder said in a firm tone.

"But-"

"Jungkook, you had no choice, you did it to survive, for God's sake. You didn't do it for the pleasure. You did it because you had to. And it didn't change you, you didn't become a whore who fucks with anyone. You're still a shy, kind-hearted young man who sometimes tries to act like a grown-up so he can get what he needs." The last sentence made Jungkook's cheeks burn; he looked away in embarrassment, confirming Yoongi's statement with his behaviour.
He looked at his lap, how the elder caressed the back of his hand with his long, thin fingers. It was still a strange feeling for Jungkook, being taken care of. He hadn't experienced it since his powers had showed up.

"You... do you mean that?" Jungkook asked shyly, still keeping his eyes on their hands. Then, a few moments later he felt the elder's fingertips under his chin, raising his head up so they could look at each other.

"Yes, I do." Yoongi replied with a soft yet firm tone, and Jungkook knew he really meant what he just said. There was something in his gaze that the younger couldn't put in anywhere though.
They kept looking at each other for a few moments while Yoongi was still making little circles on his hand with his thumb.

"Are you two gonna come back to eat? The food's gonna be cold." Seokjin broke the silence with a stern voice. The way Yoongi rolled his eyes almost made Jungkook chuckle; he scrunched his nose as he smiled while they went back to the table.

As Jungkook sat down next to Seokjin to finish his now probably cold meal, warmness bloomed inside his chest. He happily welcomed an emotion, a feeling he thought he'd never experience again: he felt like he was home.