"What did you possibly have to talk to her about?" Taehyung asked as he sipped the drink, satisfied with the taste.

"Well I needed money...so I got a job there." Not daring to bring up his failure of complying with the basic needs of going to a cafe, he sipped his drink acting as if nothing happened.

Taehyung furrowed his brows "Why didn't you just ask me?" He shoves his hands into his back pocket while Namjoon watched him in disbelief.

"You had money?" disappointed he pushed his tongue against his cheeks looking at him seriously, with his eyes lowered.

"Well, I know I had this," Pulling out a token from up above he flaunts it to him, proudly smiling.

"THIS ISN'T MONEY!" Namjoon yelled annoyed at the fact that he hasn't been much help at all, if anything just a nuisance to him. Walking away from him he makes a sharp right turn at the alleyway not too far up, bumping right into someone.

"Oh, sorry I didn't notice you there." Huge dark wings bearly fitting between the small space, Namjoon looked up surprised, what a coincidence he'd, already run into a reaper.

"An angel?" Chuckling the man turns around, only laughing more at his correct assumption. His eyes still had the light of commands any being of the beyond would notice.

"Reaper." Namjoon knew his place talking to them, his face was stern, though they had the same qualities as one another, he didn't have his making him a huge target.

Laughing again, he holds his stomach as his laugh got louder confusing Namjoon who hasn't even heard his thought about laughing.

"I mean-" Laughing again this time he adjusts his wings in, pulling at his collar his face still had a smirk as he watched over at Namjoon.

"What did you do...trying peeping up someone's skirt?" He made his way closer over to Namjoon patting his shoulders.

"I actually don't care why you here, or what you did, once I don't see you and you don't see me." Gripping onto his shoulder tighter he moves closer to his ear "Ever again".

Namjoon stood there silent, not daring to say a word, his palms were sweating although he was gripping onto a cold drink.

"Oh, Yoongi, by the way." He reached his hands out to Namjoon for him to shake them, anyone would notice the look on his face.

"Namjoon" he introduced himself

"Reaper?" Taehyung stood there confused as he watched the two interact, something he was sure he wouldn't see in ages.

"Oh, no no don't worry. We're good" Yoongi walked out of the alleyway disappearing as the sun reached him. Unlike angels, reapers belong on earth, some build empires here while others like him, do their job, and raise in rankings down below. Matters on earth are mere play, it wasn't worth it for reapers like Yoongi.

"What did he want?" Taehyung asked Namjoon, who was still left with a straight face.

"Nothing, actually" Sipping his drink he tried to relax his mind."You have to promise that you won't dare try to interact or even look over to any of those reapers, were easy targets, they know we have nothing." Warning Taehyung, who already gave him the impression that he would mess up, he held his shoulder the same way Yoongi did making sure he knew.

"M'kay I promise." Removing his hand he shoved it away, "Look I know you probably think I'm irresponsible and stupid, but just remember it was you who was irresponsible and stupid for trying to steal someone's past life file and got us both here in the first place"

Walking away from him going deeper into the alleyway, he left him there. Namjoon rubbed his forehead, stressed, it was his fault and he hadn't even apologized for it.

"Look!" he turned to grab Taehyung attention, who wasn't there anymore.

"Hurry come" Taehyung, who seem to have forgotten about the conversation, looked at him as he poked his head out from the door that was at the side of the building.

Trying not to make any facial expression that would show exactly what Taehyung call himself on his behalf, he smiled and walked over.

"Look" pointing over to the sign right across the door reads.

'Taking in roommates (split rent)'

"Roommates," Taehyung said as his hands pointed to him and Namjoon.

"We're angels, not roommates." Stating the obvious to him, he furrowed his brows looking down at him.

Taehyung didn't even bother reacting, he walked down the dingy stairs leaving the door open, hoping he'll just follow.

As he entered, it was decently big, of course, nothing compares to just one room of his, but it was expected for a small place like earth. There were guitars and drums and a piano set up in a corner. It was nice.

"Okay, I guess we threw 'knocking' out the window" A man from the bathroom emerges, scaring the two.

"Jimin, nice to meet you" holding out his still slightly wet hand, Namjoon looked at him in disgust from the distance. His face, clear as day showed no trust towards him, after all why'd he leave his door open?

"Taehyung" gladly shakes his hands, they seem to have already had some sort of mutual friendship that Namjoon wasn't in on.

"Uh," Moving closer to Namjoon he reaches out his hand.

"Namjoon" he smiled trying to break the tension between him and the situation.

"So, I live with someone else as well and I think the first base of understanding should be what we call each other" Jimin suggested, as he walked over to a corner picking up boxers that were casually thrown there.

Namjoon hung out his bottom lip as he looked around the place.

"I'll call you Joon. Of course, that's only if you're okay with it." He suggested before throwing the piece of clothing into the bathroom.

It wasn't bad, he actually liked it, shot, and still his name. "Yeah sure" shaking his head he made his way more into the basement.

"Tae,"

"Yeah?" Tae had already made himself comfortable by the piano, they had huge ones up in heaven, and the sounds were much different, but nothing drastic. Playing a few notes, already making Jimin need him more as a roommate.

"You play?"

"Just a little."

The three was starting to build a mutual bond and understanding with each other, of course, they already agreed on how the rent will be paid. The conversation they held was actually right in the living room, inviting Jungkook who came from work.

"I hope you guys don't have much" He wore a leather jacket and a silver chain around his neck, his boots were bulky enough to probably squish someone's face in if he tried hard enough.

'So this is what reapers get their style from' Joon thought, knowing that they use to dress in white as well, the only difference was their black wings.

"Jk"

"Joon" he reached his hand out to him for a shake, noticing it was very rough.

"Sorry, I just came back from the gym." Instantly, Joon looked at him as competition, flexing his muscles as he sat upright. He was naturally bulky too and was proud of it.

"Taehyung, but Tae's fine" Tae shook his hand with a simple smile.

Joon looks over wondering how he hadn't had a reason to have a problem with them as yet. If anything he started doubting himself.

Jungkook was in a band, nothing big but he was the main vocalist. It's his place actually, he just couldn't afford rent so he had to get a roommate. After Jimin lost his job, the rent was once again too heavy on them, little do they know Tae and Joon only dress like that, they don't afford it like that.

"We uh, kinda got kicked out from our old place," Joon told him, before taking a sip of his almost finished drink.

"Yeah, he also got a job...at a cafe," Tae said to Jk who was making himself comfortable in a red bean bag that sat across the couch

At this point, four not-so-successful men were all looking at each other.

"Well....do you have beds?"

"Don't mind sharing do you, one bedroom and two twin beds"

The night was long, but to Joon surprised the bond the built was better than any he had in heaven, something about needing money between four men became a strong goal, and reason to depend on each other

Namjoon tossed around a bit before finally finding a comfortable place to lay, in only his boxers, knowing he had nothing else to wear anyways.

And there again his mind would wander off to the beautiful dream he gets every night.