"It's you. In a thousand of lifetimes, in a hundred of ways, it's you. It'll always be you."

"Hello." Lucifer leaned in over the desk, a slim blonde police officer with her hair tied up in an incredibly tight bun sitting behind it.

"No." she cut him off harshly, her eyes glued to the laptop in front of her.

Unbothered, he started playing with the hem of his sleeves.

"I believe you can do something for me." he went on charmingly as ever.

"What'd I tell ya buddy, not now!" she snapped abruptly, her obtrusively arched eyebrows shooting even higher on her forehead as she threw him an angry glare. She then assumed a totally different expression, one of bewilderment and enchantment. "Oh. Oh," she gasped. "Hello."

My father smirked, a gesture that was capable of leaving one completely spellbound.

"Hello to you." he purred seductively.

The police officer – Karen, as her badge said – batted her eyelashes at him, her hand darting to play with a strand of her hair. The sight would be endearing if it weren't so ridiculous how ready she was to melt into a puddle under his gaze.

"What- what can I do for you?"

"I need to speak to, uh –" my father frowned a bit as if the name was eluding him. "Oh, yes. Dr. Kim Taehyung, I believe that was his name."

Karen's grin faltered as she twirled her pen around her fingers.

"Dr. Kim Taehyung? Oh, I'm so sorry... I'm fairly certain that's- that's impossible." She stuttered, fallen victim to Lucifer's sultry gaze.

"Is it?" he inched closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is it really that impossible, Karen?"

Karen's pink infused cheeks dimpled with a blossoming smile. She lowered her voice.

"I... I guess we can make an exception."

"Oh yes, yes, you can, Karen."

"I mean... if it's only for a little while."

"Yes, of course, Karen, for a little, tiny, teensy while."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt anyone."

"No, no, Karen, it definitely wouldn't." Lucifer shook his head as if the idea were preposterous.

She sighed deeply and glanced down before looking back at him, biting her lips. Her head had gone hazy, you could see it in her eyes; she was already undressing him in her mind.

"So?" Lucifer queried, his voice sweet and silken enough to melt even the hardest hearted man. "Are you going to do this for me, Karen?"

"Yes, yes," she nodded rapidly, motioning towards the interrogation room. "He's right over there, behind that door. But you need to be quick before the other detectives get back."

"Splendid." He mumbled, resting his chin on top of his hand.

"By the way," Karen scribbled something down on a piece of paper. "This is my number. You can call me if you ever feel lonely." She winked at him playfully.

"Oh, I definitely will, Karen. I'm going to show you how grateful I am that you're doing this for me." Lucifer replied in his usual flirtatious manner which made me want to barf.

"Great!" Karen beamed. Her gaze trailed his retreating form as he spun on his heel and rounded the corner to come back to me and Jungkook.

"Go," Lucifer ushered me softly, the tone of his voice so gentle it was almost father-like.

"Tell him I love him," Jungkook said through soft whimpers.

I rolled my eyes. "Kookie, it's not like he's on his death bed. We're going to get him out of there."

"I really hope so!" he exclaimed, choking out sobs one after another.

Lucifer wrinkled his nose, staring at Jungkook. "You, boy. You're coming back with me to the car," he announced, shuffling through his pockets. He pulled out the car keys and threw them some feet away from us. "Fetch! Off you go now, fetch!"

I stared at him blankly.

"Dad, for the last time," I grunted. "He's not a dog."

He offered me a quizzical look. "I thought the whole point of him coming here with us was that we would be taking him out for a walk."

"As I said... He's not a dog!" I stated impatiently.

Before I knew it, Jungkook had obediently scurried off to pick up the car keys from the floor.

"Good boy." Lucifer praised him, slapping his hands on his thighs. "Who's a good boy? You, you are!"

"HE... IS... NOT... A... DOG!!"

***

I could hear the soft clicks of my heels hitting the floor as I walked through the door my father showed me. The rhythmic sound penetrated through the stillness of the air. I kept my head levelled but my gaze was still and empty; almost as if I was scared of what I was going to see when I walk into that room.

It was as though my feet refused to move once I reached the door. My fingers wrapped around the door handle, I could swear to God my heart was going to jump out of my chest.

I turned the handle and the door eased open. I was met with a somber space, a palette of every shade of gray there was. Everything was concrete and coldness crawled all over my skin, enveloping me completely.

A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, the flickering light bouncing off my pale face.

And there in the middle of this icy concrete box sat Taehyung.

His head and shoulders slumped, he looked as if he had somehow miraculously lost a ton of weight. Hair ruffled and head hanging low. His complexion gaunt and bleak, black circles hugging his long almond-shaped eyes. His hands cuffed, attached to the desk in front of him.

"I told you everything that I know already." He mumbled hoarsely once he heard me come in. His voice was low and monotonous, almost as if speaking took him physical effort.

"It's me." I breathed out, feeling as small and inadequate as ever.

The words lingered in the air for what felt centuries until he finally gave some sort of reaction. His eyes widened slightly underneath the avalanche of inky hair over his forehead. His head jerked up abruptly as his eyes took me in.

"Faye." His baritone reverberated through my bones as his jaw fell slack in astonishment.

"Taehyung." I croaked, the wind knocked out of my lungs.

He jerked up a bit, the chains clicking with the sound of metal hitting against metal in a somber reminder that he was in fact pinned down in that awfully humiliating position. His gaze dropped down to his palms dejectedly and his eyes rounded a bit, almost as if he had forgotten for a second he had been cuffed.

"I- I'm sorry, I can't stand." He offered me a sad smile that made my eyes sting.

"It's no problem," I replied sheepishly in a small voice, shuffling over the other chair and sitting opposite him.

I could see the distress in his eyes. He was completely and utterly traumatized. To dedicate your life to helping others only to be locked up in such an awful and upsetting way as if you're another filthy criminal. It was terrible and I could very palpably feel his pain.

"I know you didn't do it." I told him, my muscles tightened against the quivering of my limbs.

He scoffed bitterly, his upper lip tugging slightly upwards.

"And you know this how?" he asked, a sharp edge to his voice. "Apparently I'm this contagious plague in the form of a person that does nothing else except cause harm to others. I'm poison to anyone who dares to care about me."

My heart swelled with anguish at how clearly his words of self-hatred were directed at him.

"No," I whispered, gazing directly into his eyes. "No, Taehyung, you would never hurt another human being consciously. Or unknowingly, for that matter. It's not who you are."

He let out a small huff, looking back at me. All of a sudden it was practically impossible to read his face.

"I wanted to hurt you."

The silence hung in the air as the tension was building up with each passing second. I inhaled deeply, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

"No. No, you did not."

"But I did," he countered cooly. "I was going to harm you. I put that liquid in your drink."

"You were never going to go through with it," I retorted. "You stopped me from drinking that wine."

"But for a moment there I truly considered it," he mumbled lowly. "Which automatically makes me a monster."

"That's not true. I refuse to believe it."

My gaze stayed pinned at Taehyung who just returned my stare blankly, the soft swallow he gave the only betrayer of his emotions.

"Who are you, Faye?" he gasped softly, his jaw clenching and unlocking. "You're the devil... but you act like an angel. You look at me like... like you uphold this belief that I am an inherently good person. How can you be so sure? I was going to betray you."

"Because you chose to see the better parts of me instead of the sides of me I deem as monstrous. It's only fair that I do the same for you." I said. "That's how I see you, Taehyung."

"Faye."

His voice was low and quiet like rolling thunder before a violent storm. His hard expression melted into something completely different... remorse.

"Look," he exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I am so sorry about the way I acted when I saw your face. It was stupid, and I- I..." he trailed off, at a loss for words.

I stilled. "Can I ask you something, Taehyung?"

He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his teeth caught his lower lip.

I extended my arms in front of me, my palms facing the ceiling.

"Do I scare you?"

The seconds that followed were excruciating. Taehyung's eyes spoke a million words but his lips weren't moving. We stayed like this for a while until he placed his hands on top of mine.

"No."

His long fingers wrapped around mine. I felt electric currents run through my spine as he smiled at me.

"Not anymore. Now I know who you are and I'm okay with it. You know what I was thinking about right this second before the police barged in? About you. About how I feel about you. I finally have some clarity, Faye. And do you know what was the only thing on my mind while the detectives interrogated me? Not my job. Not my freedom. Not my life. Not how broken or miserable I am, or how much emotional baggage I carry wth myself throughout my whole life. But you. It was you, Faye. Only you."

"Taehyung," I let out a small whimper. "I don't think I deserve you. I- I'm not sure I'm good enough- I'm the devil. What are we even thinking?"

"You may think that's what you are, but I don't see you that way. You took a bullet for me. You saved my life. You're the devil... but in my eyes you are an angel. You may be a sin, but you're perfection," he gave a warm smile. "To me."

Tears had started streaming down my cheeks before I knew it. Now there was a tightness to the way he was holding my hands, like a drowning man clinging to a safety rope.

"Taehyung-" I gasped, my voice a soft tremor. For the first time, I was so overwhelmed I couldn't think straight. "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be."

His tongue darted out to coat his lips as he leaned in closer. A quiet sorrow swirled in his brown orbs as I admired the silky shadows his long eyelashes cast over his cheeks.

"I'm not afraid of you anymore," he whispered. "Now, I'm afraid of losing you. I love you, Faye."

It felt like the entire world had stopped spinning as his confession echoed in my mind like a soft lullaby. The armor around my heart just evaporated, falling apart bit by bit like flower petals in the winter frost.

"You..."

"There are so many things about you that I find hard to accept but I believe I just have to find a way." He declared earnestly, his hands tightly secured around mine. "Because... I'd rather have you in my life than not."

Chills ran down my spine as I saw a single tear roll down his cheek. Instantaneously, my hand darted to his face as I wiped it away with my thumb, a giant lump sitting on my vocal cords.

I tried to find my voice as the tears kept silently welling up in my orbs. In my tears I was honest, willing to bare my soul in front of the only human being who ever got me feeling this way.

"I, too, have a confession to make," I breathed, my pulse pounding in my head as my eyebrows dipped slightly.

I looked over at him solemnly.

"My first love was never Jin. It was you, Taehyung. It always has been."

The exhale that Taehyung let out next was one of surprise and disbelief, but also deep appreciation and relief. He scoffed an astonished laugh, his orbs slightly enlarged as his mind fully wrapped around my words. His slender fingers slid in between mine. The tears started falling down unchecked, they were out of happiness but also out of emotions kept hidden for too long. I laughed through the tears too, but at the same time my heart contorted in ache upon the realization that this love was beyond possible.

"I love you," I declared in spite of my newly risen fears and doubts, shoving them aside.

"I love you too," Taehyung said, leaning in and capturing my lips with his. I felt myself lose into the kiss, into the longing my heart had endured for so long. There was no way I could ever be mad at him for anything he did for I knew that deep down, he was a good man. He was the best man to ever be created.

And I was desperately, helplessly and irretrievably in love with him.

"You can't go," he whispered into the kiss as my lips slowly meshed with his. "Please Faye, promise me you won't go. Promise me you won't leave and forget about this place... and forget about me." his brows curled upwards as he looked at me, a desperate plea in his eyes.

"I promise you," I said in between shaky breaths. "That no matter what happens, I'll never stop loving you."

His eyes quivered as his teeth dug in his lower lip. I could see it in his eyes, he heard it in my voice and he read it on my face. My promise was not the one he wanted, but we did not have time for more conversation.

"And I also promise you that I am going to get you out of here," I announced, standing up abruptly and kicking the chair behind me. I grabbed the chains attached to his cuffs and broke them in one swift gesture.

"Wha-" Taehyung's mouth slacked open as he observed me in awe.

"We have to go," I glanced down at his now freed hands. "Oh, come on. The devil's daughter is your girlfriend... better get used to it already." I smirked as I took his hand in mine and he followed me to the door.

"Lead the way, my love."

author's note:

DID I DIE??

YES, YES I DID.

HERE LIES RINA.

CAUSE OF DEATH: KIM FVCKING TAEHYUNG.

ASDFGHJKL *more incoherent screaming*