c h a p t e r   1 6

c o m f o r t m e

Stirring her body, the soft, unfamiliar fabric gliding around her skin makes her flutter her eyes open slowly. Honey rays of sunshine pours inside the unknown room, and Chi-Sun widens her eyes for a short second as she glance down her body.

Wrapped in a cream duvet, the fabric in the smoothest fine silk she's placed neatly on a huge bed in a unknown room. Glancing underneath the cover she's relieved to see that she's still wearing the undergarment from her angel-gown. Sitting up in a fast movement, so fast her head starts to ache, she runs a stressed hand through her hair.

Where am I? What happened? Where's Darcie?

Chi-Sun blinks towards the sun, watching as the shimmering rays caused by dawn runs across the clouds, golden paths from here and until the horizon.

A sudden noise comes from what she assumes is the bathroom and all muscles tense in her body, making her stand up, barefoot in the room. Tiptoeing across the wooden floor, Chi-Sun gather her remaining of her gown. Her entire body aches, her knees are filled with cuts and scrapes from the pavement she was sprawled across last night, when. . . she saw her mother.

Swallowing thickly Chi-Sun feel the lump in her throat as she thinks back at the information she had received, how her mother had been devastated, investigating her case on her own, sleepless nights. . .
Breathing out wearily, she feels her legs go weak once more as she glides down at the end of the huge bed, feeling the cool wood on her bottom as she sits down, her head in her hands.

Noticing the door to the bathroom creaking open slightly, Chi-Sun doesn't even lift her head to glance at the company. Shuffling across the floor, the person goes to a cabinet and pull out a drawer casually.

"You're awake."

The familiar voice brings Chi-Sun out of her state of ache, her ears peaking up at the soft tone. Looking up slowly, Jin stands tall in the room, fresh out the shower. His black strands of hair are still damp, upper body naked while a pair of black linen trousers frame his lower body. Watching him like this makes a blush creep up her neck, her gaze setting straight instead of at the handsome black angel.

"How are you feeling?" Jin continue, now moving his way to Chi-Sun, plopping down next to her on the floor.

As he sits, the small pearls of water that still trails down his firm chest comes into view making Chi-Sun's breath stagger. Composing herself she tilts her head a little, a small tight-lipped smile on her lips as she feels the tears start to prickle in the corner of her eyes.

"I'm broken, Jin."

An expression of pain rushes over Jin's features for a swift second, the urge to comfort the younger angel evident in the prickle of his fingers. Furrowing his eyebrows slightly he meets her eyes seriously.

"What happened last night? Please tell me."

Chi-Sun roll her plump lips together while a single tear escaping down her rosy cheek.

"We followed you guys. I wanted to see my mother so badly. . . All I did was end up hurting even more. Knowing that I'm the cause of her sorrows. I'm such a horrible person. . ."
She say, her voice shaking as the memories from last night comes flooding in like a crash of dark waves on a deserted beach.  

Jin nods slowly, his right hand lifting as on instinct, wiping away the tears trailing down her cheeks.

"Don't say that. I think you're beautiful, angel."

His words cause her motions to pause, suddenly aware of how close his face was to hers.

I like Jin. It's impossible to deny it anymore, but somehow I know liking him is dangerous.

Running a hand through her hair, she tries to calm down her breathing. Jin retreats his hand, standing up again making his way towards his dresser and that's Chi-Sun's cue to start a random conversation while sitting onto his bed instead.

"How did you get me back h—" She begins, before the sight of Jin's bare back stops her mid sentence.

Frowning she watch how two aligned scars run down Jin's upper back, both carved into the skin between his shoulder blades. The scars looks healed, but the scar has turned black instead of the usual white.

Jin turns around at her sudden silence and Chi-Sun quickly compose herself, moving his stare to his face instead.

"Uhm, sorry. . . Couldn't help seeing your. . . back." She point nervously towards him. Jin says nothing but he makes his way towards her again, an unreadable look on his face.

Jin stops a few inches before her, turning around and drop down next to her again making his bare back fall eye level in front of me.

Raising her hand, her fingers move slowly towards one of the black scars, her eyes fixed on the somewhat flaw on the older angel.

"I was a white angel, just like you." Jin's voice speaks.

"What?" Chi-Sun blinks.

"The Arch Angels. . . Michael needed someone to take over the tasks of a new department they had gotten. In order to do so, they all threw us out, cut off our white wings."

"The department weren't just any. When we were thrown out, they. . . They sent us to Hell's gates. Demons from Hell fed on our souls until nothing was left, nothing but traits that could be useful in this new department. Michael then came to Hell, giving us our new wings. The black wings."

Chi-Sun hums softly, running a finger down his back. Goosebumps trailing down wherever she touch.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, Jin. I can't imagine what that must have been like." She mutters, running her hand gently across his back, feeling the slight tug on her heart at Jin's story.

"I'm just as broken as you are, angel."

He say, turning his face, making his profile catch Chi-Sun's eye. Her eyes moves from his soft-looking lips up to his brown eyes.

And then her mouth find his in an instant.

Jin reacts immediately, facing his body against hers, hand slipping into her ice-blond hair. Moving slowly but sure, his tongue runs across her bottom lip, to which she opens her mouth meeting his tongue easily.

Pushing at her body gently, Jin hovers over Chi on the bed, his mouth pressing open mouthed kisses against her neck. Completely overwhelmed by the feeling of every nip, she breathes out heavily.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jin removes his mouth from her neck to meet her eyes.

"No." She tugs at his hair, pulling his mouth back on hers. Even if she had wanted to stop, her body couldn't let go of Jin.

Feeling him smirk into the kiss, Jin catch ahold of her hands and pin them above her head. Deepening the kiss, Jin relentlessly lies between her legs, his hips pressed against hers. Remembering the undergarment from her gown, she realizes that she's only wearing a a-line skirt. Embarrassed she pull at her hands wanting to pull the skirt down, but Jin's hand around them refuse the gesture.

Rocking his hips against her body, Chi pulls away from the kiss feeling herself starting to grow hot as Jin continues to push against her clothed core, a warm feeling starting to erupt in the pit her stomach. Moaning breathily at the impact, Jin grinds his hips into hers with more force at the sound the pretty girl beneath him makes.

"I'll make you feel good."

Stunned at his words, she almost doesn't register Jin releasing the hold on her hands as he moves his way down her body, pushing her underwear to the side. Feeling her arousal between her legs, Chi-Sun feel her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment and she pushes her legs together only for them to be forced open once more by the black angel.

"Fuck. Look at you, angel." He groans, nipping down on her inner thigh. Running a finger down her soaked core, Chi-Sun wants to bury herself in the cream silk sheets as she watch how Jin leads the coated finger into his mouth, sucking it off.

Moaning out at the feeling of Jin licking a stripe up her slit, she intertwines her hands in his hair as he continues to flick his warm tongue against her. Throwing her head back for a second, absorbing in the feeling, she quickly lifts it up again and put her gaze at the male, keeping her eyes on him.

Feeling the pleasure building up so fast, Jin's thumb then press against her clit, his eyes never leaving the immersed angel in front of him.

"Let go Chi— baby let go." He husks, and that's when she arch her back, coming undone with a broken moan, legs shaking and her hands still tugging at his black strands of hair.

Releasing the hold on his hair, Chi-Sun breathes out heavily. Jin pulls her skirt down, finishing off with a chaste kiss on her inner thigh.

"How are you feeling? Good?"

He crawls back up from his position, putting his chin on her chest.

"Yes." A breath is all that comes out of Chi's mouth, her body tired after coming down from that high.

"You want me to do it again?" He smirks.

Blushing, Chi-Sun hides her face in her hands.

"You're cute like this. All shy." The black angel smile, the adorable chuckle leaving his lips before he grab the white angel and take her in his hold.

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On the other side of the wall Jimin is in deep thought, making up his mind what his opinion on Jin opening up to the white angel and about him making Chi-Sun moan like that is.

Running a hand through his dark-blue hair he shakes his head in distress. He jumps in surprise as his door swings open with such impact that the papers on his desk flies off.

"Hobi, what the fuck!" Jimin yells out frustrated, standing up from the chair as he watch the older male walk inside his room, thick book in his hands.

Jimin stops his ramble, mouth popping open.
The Book of Missions.

"You were right, Jimin," Hoseok mutters to himself, walking around in his room, his head shaking with every tormented step he takes.

Jimin moves closer to him, his hand grabbing Hoseok's shoulder to calm him down. He looks over his shoulder, watching how the book is splayed open at one specific page that makes him clench his jaw, his body tense.

"She was our mission."

Swallowing down harsh, Jimin nods slowly at the fact. Reaching for the book, he furiously rips out the given page, and walks across his room, putting it in the back of the drawer in his black desk.

Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip, crease between his brows.

"But—"

Jimin looks at Hoseok, lifting a finger up to his lips to make him stay quiet. He then points at the wall, in which Jin's room is beside.
Hoseok widens his eyes, realization painting his features as he hears the voices coming from the room next to them — he watch as Jimin whispers to him.

"What the hell are we going to do about this mess, Hobi?"

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a / n

hi guys, here's a new chapter in this book. thank you for reading it!
we finally see jin and chi together like this.
i had a lot of trouble writing the scene, but hopefully you liked it 🌱

also, do you think the story is progressing too slow? there's a lot of story-lines to keep up with so i'd rather not rush things, but at the same time your opinion matters a lot to me — so what do you think?

until next time !! 🖤

— R