I'm so sorry for such the long wait for a new chapter. You wouldn't believe how bad I feel for leaving you wonderful readers hanging, you all got me back to writing long before I was off my hiatus, your messages and PM's have really been helping me out. ❤️

Pt17 : runner

Sitting beside Kim Namjoon and painfully watching as he flipped a single page every twenty seconds, raking his brown doe eyes over the book so efficiently it seemed he wasn't even blinking at all as he did so.

I sat on his love seat, while he sat across on his desk, his thin and boney hands continued to stroke through the pages as he read the Latin coming from the pages. The book must've been extremely interesting.

"Namjoon." I called, my voice was far more confident although still faint and soft as it used to be, after becoming a creature of great power, an Angel, nearly as powerful as my higher ups, my Masters...The eight demons living here. I was much more confident around them now then before.

Namjoon looked up and away from his work, his slated brown eyes had cast upon my curious and hard set eyes. A thin smile grew on his lips, although the stress was evident on his skin.

"What are you reading?"

The stress in his eyes and facade deepened, the warmth of his aura had chilled and made the room as cold as it was when I first step foot in the Manor. I couldn't help but worry, even when he was a demon, a rivalry, on the evil side, I still cared.

"You know how I said you could possibly have started a war?" The octaves in his voice deepened as he spoke so seriously, his eyes had creased as he made sure I knew I needed to listen.

"Yes." The words always played in my head, if it be during dinner, or while I slept, when he first told me this, and told me why, it worried me to the extent  where I thought— 'did I threaten their lives?'

My voice made it conspicuous —I was timid, conflicted, worried, and all for the Bangtan Family. Was he working so often, leaving the manor and coming back only a few days later because of me?

"I told you why, I told you how, but I didn't give you the– who and when...did I?" He seemed tired, exhausted, but I rocked my head left to right at his words. His skin was paler then usual, but so was the whole families, I shouldn't worry.

"The people who want you are archangels, Del. There's nine—Yixing, Kai, Chanyeol, Sehun, Baekhyun, Suho, Chen, Xiumin and Kyungsoo. This book–" He pointed delicately towards the book in front of him. "Teaches me far more then I need to know about them, which gives us the chance to win this War, whatever you may call it."

[who's your bias? Mines Yixing :).]

The names replayed in my brain, but I couldn't connect or rely on anything to tell me if I knew them or not, some of the names being said gave a weird and chilling feeling in my chest, goosebumps had clearly aroused from my now pale skin, but I brushed it off. Continuing to listen.

"They've been searching for you, they know we have you—"

"If you don't want a war then let me go." Although there was longing in my words, I couldn't help but feel the dull ache in my chest as Namjoon seemed to look sadder then before.

"We'll allow you to leave if you really want to...But it's too late, they want our family dead anyway..."

My guarded facade fell, I no longer cared about my own well being, but Bangtan as a family. Yes, they could be terrifying, uncaring, foolish, dispassionate, unsympathetic and worst of all- Murderous. But I still nonetheless learnt a great deal of things from this family.

For once in my life, I felt safe here.

Even in the circumstances, We're talking about demons, ones in which made me comfortable, made me feel safe anywhere I went as long as they were beside me. I couldn't just let this family, my family die.

"Scratch that." I stood, self-assured. "I don't want to leave. You guys-" An agitated scowl turned down on my lips, my hands turned into tight fists and Namjoon seemed to turn alarmed, his circular glasses sliding to the bridge of his nose, while the quill fell from his bony hands.

"- Showed me what family really was, Before I first stepped foot in your territory, I was living in a house where my father hardly spoke to me, rejected me, gave me such strict rules!"

"Your mother...You do know what really happened to her right...?" Namjoon had clear conflict in his eyes, but whatever he was going to tell me, I wouldn't cry over, I hardly knew her before she died.

"No, but you must know." I shook my head in confirmation.

"I do." He nodded, before calling me forwards with a simple move of his fingers. I moved to sit on the desk, before he moved his eyes over to the seriousness in my orbs, he too- had a hidden meaning in his eyes, which I couldn't seem to describe.

"There's a common rule that the angels have to adhere to, Del. Your mother broke that rule, she was in the end, killed in hell for her crimes." As if Namjoon thought i'd break at a single touch of his hands, he tenderly rubbed his hands over my wrist, before slowly working higher, the tingling and tickles of skin followed.

(why does that sound really inappropriate?! sorry lmao)

"Did you ever meet her?" My question seemed foreign, Namjoon seemed baffled, possibly seeming as I wasn't as bothered as he though I'd be. I couldn't deny it, I was extremely bothered knowing what happened.

As if there was a frog stuck in the bridge of his throat, he coughed before covering it over with his left hand, cleaning his throat, he looked up through his frames. 

"I'm not the person to ask, Del. You should no doubt speak to Jin and Yoongi Hyung or even Marni about this, they know far more, they've lived double my years and was probably there to witness what happened."

As I pondered from beside Namjoon, I couldn't help but realise the hand still forming warm and ticklish patterns over my arm, I looked down from the desk, finding Namjoon's eyes looking up, his eyes dimly outlining the freckles and flaws of my skin.

His tongue moved out to moisten his plump lips, something seen as unsuitable, he was appraising me, his eyes glaring over my figure. I thought I'd be utterly uncomfortable, wanting to get away immediately when realising, but for some reason the way he examined me shaped my idea to feel...

Enthusiastic.

"I should get going." I shot from the desk, seemly he only nodded, a uttermost distant look on his face, as I shut the door behind his office and continued to walk down the halls of Bangtan manor.

From the first day I stepped foot here, to now. The walls didn't feel so emotionless and cold, the walls didn't seem to give off the feeling of distress. The darkest emotions I've ever felt, used to freely move through the halls. Now, it was different, but I couldn't seem to understand how or why.

Walking down the hall, I could hear the three youngest of the family bickering between each other in the main room as I walked par their door. I couldn't contain myself, these guys were hilarious to listen to when they fought.

"You little Hoi polloi, stop cheating." Jimin muttered in a bothered voice aroused through the room, it echoed and bounced off the walls and through the closed doors. It seems slightly scary, intimating maybe...

"It's my turn!" Jungkook whined.

"I know that! But you can't move that chest piece there!"

"I didn't move it there! That's your piece!"

"No! I'm the caramel!"

"Your the White, dim wit."

"I'm Hyung, respect your elders—"

"Will you both shut up?!" A sudden voice arouse from in between the banter of boys, and I had to keep walking before a fight would break out between them all.

Back on track Del, Jin's in the underworld working but the Min's aren't.

— I hoped you guys liked it, I'm so sorryyyyy, so, so, so, so sorry
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