"Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter."

"Dear Taehyung, what I'm about to tell you is the hardest thing I've ever had to say. I am so thankful to have met you and will forever cherish the precious memories you have given me. But we can't be together anymore for reasons concerning your safety and wellbeing. What I won't be able to handle was knowing that I've ruined your life and if you're with me that's bound to happen one way or another. So it will be for the best if we part ways now. You're the brightest, most brilliant and precious human being I have ever stumbled upon. I will never forget you."

My gaze dropped to my lap as I stared down at my hands.

"How was it?" I asked, glancing over across the table.

"Not bad. Better than the other twenty attempts," Jimin said, rubbing his chin. "Maybe tone it down on the shaking a little bit."

"But I can't!" I exclaimed softly, my forehead creasing. "For some reason I just can't stop shaking when I'm saying this, and he's not even here."

"Have you ever considered..." he deadpanned. "That maybe you don't want to break up with him? And that's why you're feeling that way?"

"I may not want to, but I have to do it," I confided. "Jimin, last night he saw my scars. He was traumatized, and that's just a tiny piece of what he can't know. How long will I hide from him? I don't want to keep leading him on. It's tearing me up inside."

"You keep talking about what you don't want," Jimin said. "Why not focus on what you do want? What is it that your heart desires, Faye?"

I sighed. "To be with him, of course."

"Then be."

"It's not that simple and you know it." I said sternly.

"Love is simple. You either want to be with someone or you don't."

"Yes, if you're a mortal. But I'm not. How long can this go on for? Let's imagine it might be years, maybe decades. You know time isn't working in my favor. He'll start noticing that I'm not aging. Not to mention that I can't bear his children. I can't offer him what other women can." I sucked in a sharp breath and ran a hand over my face.

"That is a problem." Jimin pressed his lips into a line.

"Not to mention that the secrecy is killing me. He already thinks I was abused and this is how I got these scars on my back. Or probably assumes I was part of some weird cult. Time will pass and we'll get even closer and then he would want to know what really caused them. He'll ask me again, and I won't be able to answer him again without lying to him. You should have seen him last night, Jimin. He wouldn't let it go and would keep insisting on me telling him who hurt me."

"Because he cares about you, Faye," Jimin uttered. "Deeply. That's how people get when they care about someone. They get concerned."

"It may be more than caring now," I nibbled on my lower lip. "He told me he was in love with me."

Jimin's eyes flew wide open. "He did?"

"Yes," I nodded curtly. "Things got pretty intense, our emotions got the better of us and I don't know if he said it in the spur of the moment, but it's a fact that he did."

"Did you say it back?"

"Well... no."

Jimin fell silent as his clever angel eyes observed me, reaching into the deepest parts of my soul.

"Well, are you? Are you in love with him?"

I averted my gaze to the side.

"Yes," I murmured. "Ever since the first day I saw him, something has been drawing me in towards him. He's the most captivating human being I have ever seen. I'm helplessly in love with him," I paused, processing the words as they left my mouth. "That's why I can't keep doing this to him. It's unavoidable that he discovers my true nature if we're together. And once he does, it will fuck him up so badly I won't be able to forgive myself for doing this to him. His life will be in shambles; no one can recover from meeting the actual devil. I don't... I don't want to do this to him."

"Okay, but take Jungkook for instance," Jimin reasoned. "He found out who you are and may I say he's handling it so well. I think he actually considers you his friend."

"Jungkook is different," I mumbled. "I think deep down he's always known celestial beings exist. He's fascinated by everything paranormal and supernatural. He has a different mindset; he thinks those things are cool and now that he knows about it it's making him excited. I'm not sure if he even takes it seriously. But Taehyung is different. He's all cool logic and science. If he finds out all of his beliefs, everything he's ever thought to be true is actually wrong, his world will come crashing down. And that will change him forever."

"So he really didn't believe you when you tried to tell him, huh?" Jimin lifted a brow.

"No," I shook my head. "But now I know that was for the better. It was a dumb move trying to dump this information on him and expect him to just absorb it. But thank God he didn't believe it. It's given me a chance to do it right this time."

"What does that mean?" Jimin asked.

I sighed deeply. "I'll break up with him and go back home to my father. I'll never return to Earth. This way the prophecy will never reach me and everything will go back to normal."

"Speaking of the prophecy, guess who just made an Instagram account," Jimin snorted in the form of a laugh and showed me his phone.

I took it from his hand and saw a bunch of pictures of Jin drinking and having fun, posing with several beautiful women at a variety of night clubs.

"Wow," I raised my brows. "So he really wasn't joking when he said he's come back to Earth to party."

"Or maybe he's trying to get over you," Jimin shrugged. "Anyhow, what are you gonna do about Jin?"

"I'll deal with him after I'm done with Taehyung," I groaned. "Might as well just leave him be. If he's here and I'm in Hell there's no danger of the prophecy coming true. As long as we're not in the same place together."

"I see." Jimin hummed.

It seemed like there was something else he wanted to tell me but I didn't inquire. We sank into silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I don't know what Jimin was thinking about, but my thoughts were torturing the hell out of me.

Saying goodbye to Taehyung felt like ripping my own heart out of my chest. I kept telling myself this was the right thing to do, but couldn't help but be distressed. I pictured his adorable rectangle smile and the way his eyes would lit up when I look at him. The way his hands would caress my body. The way his lips would mould against mine, meshing together in the sweetest sensation I had ever experienced.

It was killing me that I wouldn't be able to tell him how I really feel. How much he means to me. He was in love with me now, but that would change once he knew what I was. And deep down I was a scared little girl, afraid of how he might react when he sees me. All of me. It would be selfish of me drag him into this mess.

"Faye," Jimin's low voice snapped me back to reality. "You should do whatever you feel is right. But just so you know... I think the reason why Taehyung is so important to you is because he makes you better. He brought out parts of yourself you didn't even know existed. And that's why he'll always matter to you. You may think you'll be able to forget him; after all, what is a human's life to a celestial being? It means nothing. It's small and inconsequential. In sixty or seventy years his life will be over. But mark my words; you'll never be able to move on from Taehyung."

"I know," I nodded, shifting my gaze to the ground so that he won't see the tears pooling in my eyes. "I know that. But I also want him to be happy... I want him to have the beautiful life he deserves. He's worthy of everything good in the world. And unfortunately that leaves me out of the equation."

Jimin regarded me with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Faye."

"It's okay," I gave a weak smile while my heart was breaking on the inside. "I'll be okay."

The sound of my phone buzzing on the table caught our attention. I instantly grabbed it only to see Jungkook's ID on the screen.

"Hello?" I picked up, curious to know what he needed me for.

"Faye," his voice was breathy, trembling as it escaped him. I could only picture how terrified he looked right now. "I'm sorry, I just had to call you. There's a problem. The hospital is under attack. A group of masked armed men have broken in and are now holding the whole building hostage."

"What?" I shrieked. "What- how? Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine," he reassured me breathlessly. "Luckily it's my day off today. But Faye... Taehyung is in there."

All of my words left me as the wind was knocked out of my lungs. The blood in my veins froze.

"Taehyung... he's in there?" I croaked.

"Yes," Jungkook confirmed. "The police have the building surrounded but they still don't know what the criminals' intentions are and what they want. It's a waiting game at this point as no one's doing anything. But I couldn't just sit around and wait while one of my best friends is in there, Faye. Please do something." He begged me.

Stupefied, I ended the call abruptly and stood up, scrambling for my coat.

"Where are you going?" Jimin asked.

"To kill someone." I shot back.

"Wait, what?" he frowned, stunned. "Faye, what is happening!"

"The whole hospital is being held at gunpoint by some scumbags," I explained hastily. "And Taehyung is in there."

"Holy crap!" Jimin exclaimed, collecting his phone from the table. "I'll come and help."

"No, stay here," I said in a raspy voice. "I don't want you to get blood on your hands. I'll deal with it."

Jimin gave me a skeptical look. "Faye... you can't just barge in there and be all like "hello, criminals!", you know, right?"

I gave a shocked gasp and clutched on my chest dramatically. I was offended that he'd even think that.

"I would never do that."

***

Hurriedly, I ran up the stairs leading to the vast sliding hospital doors. My heels clacking on the polished floor as I strutted inside and came to a halt, putting my hands on my hips, and took a good look around me.

"Hello, criminals!" I shouted.

author's note:

Kind of a filler chapter guys but we're about to see how much of a badass Faye can be and honestly I can't wait to see your reactions to the next chapter 💕 so keep reading 🥰