Pt15 : abnormal angel

Feeling the strange tingling sensation through my chest and through my skin as I finally woke up from such a deep slumber, my eyes finally twitched open to meet.... brown mingled with red vibrant eyes.

A simper fell onto the males thin lips, and I had to blink a few times after his teeth shined against the sun streaming through the slightly ajar window.

His aura seemed too enthusiastic, but I was happy to see him like that. It wasn't often I saw the Bangtan siblings mucking and smiling around me.

"Morning Del! Sweet dreams?" Hoseok chuckled, his ginger hair falling around his face as he leaned over to get a better look at my appearance, his fingers then tapping and tickling away at my skin.

I hummed, not really open to talking at the moment, I couldn't remember much of what's happened in the past few days, and I wanted it to change.

"I'm sure you're confused." He continued to chuckle, his lips curling into a tight smile, this was a side I hadn't properly seen before. But I really liked it, it made him look less dusky and intimidating.

"Extremely." I muttered, gradually lifting myself off the comfort of the bed. Although I was looking towards the sunshine in front of me, I couldn't help but look towards the shackles on the floor, along with the unknown room I was lying in.

Hoseok laughed at the confusion evident on my face. Patting my shoulder he slowly stood from his seat on the bed beside him, he then ruffled his messy hair.

"I can't actually give you the information you want. You'll have to talk to Yoongi-Hyung."

I froze, the words that left his lips generating through one ear and out the other. Snapping my head towards his direction, I finally spoke.
"Y-you mean?"

"Yes." He sighed. "The scary one." He started to walk towards the door, wrapping his hand around the door handle, he gave me a curt nod and explanation before leaving the room.

"I'll get someone to change you."

Surprisingly, he didn't say anything inappropriate.

I waited a while, patiently looking over the room for any information on why in hell was I here? Looking over the painted walls and plain furniture, my mind in a blank haze as I just.... Stared.

After not long of waiting, the door burst open and nearly off its hinges, as a grumpy looking male striders in. His face was recognisable, I was sure he was the man in the painting. His hair was a bed ridden black, while his eyes were a similar colour to his hair.

His outfit was so abnormally attractive, a white blouse hidden behind a velvet red long sleeve, tight black slacks covering his thin long legs. He looked overly tired, but I'm sure he was always like that.

Following after his form, Min Marni.

Her hair was as usual, straight and long. While she wore a similar and possible matching set with Yoongi, a white blouse, red velvet choker and long black slacks.

I immediately let out a relaxed sigh, knowing I wouldn't be alone with this demonic thing... The spawn of Satan? Probably.

"Is she even living?" Yoongi scowled, pointing towards my figure as I sat up to get a better look as they spoke. Marni had rolled her eyes, walking past the male to sit beside me on the bed.

He had insulted me? How rude. Did I really look that dead to him?

"Of course she is Yoongi." Marni sighed, before she looked away from the male and towards me, her lips curling into a pout as she guiltily looked over my form.

"Does it hurt anywhere?" She asked, tracing her fingers over my bare arm as she her eyes worriedly glowered towards my own. Her hands weren't the things giving me goosebumps, it was the glare Yoongi was giving me.

"Uh...no." I answered, confusingly looking away from the glaring demon and towards Marni, watching as her eyes suddenly switched to Yoongi.

"Come over here now." She ordered, which into made the males scowl darken. How was she barking at him?

He nonetheless listened, standing close beside Marni as she looked over my skin for any marks, which still confused me. So I spoke up, through my ruff and strained vocal cords.

"What happened? Why am I like this? Who are you?"

The look on Marni's face told me I possibly won't be getting all the information I wanted, or rather needed. As her lips slowly parted, her words were halted when the male just burst.

"My names Min Yoongi, I'm Satan's Son. You're an angel, your mothers dead, Angel's are trying to kidnap you and kill us, you're actually an abnormal Angel... Forgot to add that one."  He effortlessly hummed, It was possible he didn't even take a breather as he spat his words out.

It shocked me. An angel? You know when you read a book and the characters like 'NOOO!!! THATS TERRIBLE!' I'm not really understanding why they do that, this is pretty neat.

"That's so cool." I boasted, watching as Marni's eyes widened in obvious confusion, as Yoongi only rolled his own brown ones. He placed his hands deep in his pockets as I continued to question. "Do I get wings?"

"Did she even care to listen to everything I said?" Yoongi drawled, ignoring me and turning towards M as he pointed his question to her, his eyes pierced hers deeply with a mingle of crimson red and black... Then it hit me.

He had a hand on the crease between her neck and collarbone.

"Wait"  I cautiously stopped the two from talking, as they both looked over at me, Similarly, both with that bothered look. No way! "You guys are dating aren't you!"

"You didn't tell her?"

"I mean... No. But–"

"Seriously M!"

"Oh come on! You wanted to kill her, now you want to tell her we're married?"

"Bu—"

I watched as they continued to converse and bicker between each other. It was pretty unique, I mean... I thought Demon's were heartless. But here I see Satan's son falling head over heels with a gorgeous demon.

"Stop bickering!" Someone barked form the other side of the door, which snapped all three of our head towards the door as it creaked open.

Showing Kim Seokjin in his glory.

Perfectly styled as usual pink hair, while he wore a white blouse tucked into his black slacks. He also wore circular glasses over his button nose. Why were they always wearing stuff like this? It made me feel like a piece of s–

"What are you doing in here?" The elder barked towards Yoongi, pointing an accusing finger as his words. "Marni's supposed to help her change before the boys teach her!"

"I just wanted to be with Marni, but everyone's ruining my fucking day."  He snarled, as an abnormal black mist coated his body and he disappeared in a sudden flash, not another word leaving his lips as he glared towards the people in the room,

Seokjin rolled his brown orbs, before strutting over to the bed, his hands delicately wrap around his back in a royal manner. "Get her dressed, then to Taehyung's room, he requests as quick as possible."

"Alright." Marni sighed, before the two snapped their dim gazes towards me. I had learnt not to be so scared of them, although still to this day it was a big struggle. "That means Taehyung will be training you today, Yoongi would–but he's in a grumpy mood."

"Isn't he always?" Jin scoffed, before a tight smile overcame his features. Patting his hand against my hair, before silently leaving the room, a chuckle left his lips at his own words.

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As Marni rapidly closed to door behind my timid form, I couldn't help but see the cautious look on her face before it disappeared in seconds as the door hid her on the other side.

I was now, standing in front of three gorgeous men, sitting on velvet couches in the middle of the room, all of them lazing in a different position, but nonetheless all had the same look on their faces.

Obsessive, possessive, cold and chilling. Whatever you called it, it was slightly obvious.

Not long after leaving my bed, I couldn't help but groan in pain when I realised 'Marni was absolutely right. Transforming did hurt.' I could feel it all down my muscles, especially down my back, where at first I thought was cramps in my back, I had realised was the movement of my wings under my skin.

Now I stood in front of these men.

Park Jimin, sat on the furthest chair, his grey hair nearly draping over one of his void eyes, as his lips had plucked up into a full scowl, his eyes giving off a dark demeanour as he looked me over.

The only thing that really bothered me was his outfit, his blouse was buttoned too low and was far too distracting when I could see past his collarbone. Along with his tight jeans that made his muscled thighs more visible, along with a long lace choker drawing around his neck, I was holding back my drool and groan, he was like a god.

I moved my eyes towards the boy in the middle, Jeon Jungkook had a usual glare fixated on his facade, although this time his eyes weren't as harsh as they usually were. His lips pulled into a tight and thin line as he looked far too blank and chilling to even be seen breathing.

He wore some designer long sleeve, which was blue and also had a chocked attached around his glazed and sweating neck. He like Jimin, wore tight jeans, which visibly had shown his muscled thighs.

And last of all. If I wasn't already feeling the tight and warm tension in the thin air, the warm flush throughout my body. Kim Taehyung lounged in the corner of his own room, sitting with too much confidence.

His ash grey hair was messily styled, although still had shown how great he could look even when not trying. His lips curled up into a sly smirk as his cold eyes grazed over me. His tongue moving to dance over his lips and moisten them.

He wore a long v neck which nearly showed far too much of his sweating and beating chest, over the top was a black suited jacket, a red tie abnormally wrapped around his neck, instead of a chocker. Which nearly made me melt.

The gorgeous and immortal sound of his voice wavered through the silence, his husky voice sending me through hell and back as I tried not to mentally dissolve into complete lust, his chilling voice had boomed through the silence, and it was obvious he was trying to play with my feelings.

"Our little angel~ are you ready to learn?"