"Are you one hundred percent sure this is going to work?" Jungkook asked Hoseok over the phone, glancing up at the cloudy sky from where tiny snowflakes were falling languidly on the ground to cover up Earth with a pristine white coat.

Wrapped in a wool scarf and a long black overcoat, the angel wounded through the hollow streets of Seoul city, avoiding eye contact or any kind of interactions with other people. Despite the recently fallen snow and the midnight hour, the nearing holidays made that difficult. Talking to mortals had never been his strong suit, neither were the late-night walks, but he was there for a reason. A special one at that.

"Of course," Hoseok's cheery voice rang up on the other end of the line, startling Jungkook. "Hunters are most active at night. And since they've already seen you, it won't take long before someone comes to you."

Rolling his eyes, the angel continued to make his way through Banpo Bridge, occasionally looking over the frozen Han River. "This is the most stupid plan I've ever heard," he complained, a long sigh sent a flurry of static across the line.

"Have some faith in me, Kook," the fox spirit chipped up, a whine to his voice. Jungkook could imagine where he was sitting, or rolling most probably, at this time of the day. He'd likely sprawled himself out on the long end of the couch, a pillow under his stomach and a bag of potato chips for something to munch on.

"Yeah...faith," the angel pronounced the word rather crudely, his hot breathes turning into a blossoming vapor and disappearing in the frosty air.

Thankfully, the exposure to the cold had never been a bother to him due to his mystic nature. Vital processes such as feeding, and sleeping weren't familiar to him either. 'The perks of being a dark angel' he thought to himself with a bitter chuckle escaping past his lips.

Truth be told, Jungkook wasn't at all that fond of his own powers and abilities. Because of them he had to lose his one and only source of happiness. Some of you might classify him dramatic, but the angel truly had never experienced something as pure and altruistic as falling in love.

Unlike humans, he couldn't give his heart to the second random stranger who happened to catch his attention. Once he'd opened up to someone, it lasted forever. Unfortunately, mortals didn't have this 'forever' included in their list of qualities.

"You still there?" Hoseok's abrupt question caught Jungkook unprepared.

"Yes," the angel trailed off, moving forward so he could lean his forearms on the railing of the bridge, eyes roaming ahead into the mingle of blended colors and city lights. Then a sound to his left reached his ears.

Craning around the statue obscuring his view, Jungkook spied another figure draped in black, staring straight at him. Right before he could open his mouth, a bullet was fired, and the angel was quick to dodge the bang.

"Jungkook?" The panic that laced Hoseok's tone was more than evident, but Jungkook couldn't care less about the fox's questions.

"I'll hang up," he said and with that he pressed his thumb against the red button, ending the call.

Jungkook slid his phone in the pocket of his coat, eyes never moving away from the male who had his gun aimed at him. He couldn't decipher the raider's identity, nor could he see his face due to the headgear cloth that covered most of his facial features, leaving only three holes for the eyes and the mouth.

"Maybe Hoseok's plan wasn't at all that useless," the angel murmured to himself, a smug smile creeping up from the corners of his lips.

His eyes acquired a deep shade of dark, the black color taking up the entire ring around his irises. Then, in a blink of an eye, Jungkook was standing inches away from the man, carefully examining the weapon in his shaky hands.

"So that's how your play toys look like," he clicked his tongue, the pain of those bullets still lingering in the back of his mind. "How annoying," he grasped the barrel of the gun and crushed the metal throat with his hand alone, causing the silver bullets to scatter around the ground with a loud clatter.

The hunter gaped at him, losing a hold of the weapon. Jungkook only had to smile at him before grabbing the hem of his jumper and throwing a knee into his chest, knocking the wind out of the raider for a split second as the angel reeled back with a fist.

The man was full body slammed down onto the floor with Jungkook's knee pressed against his back, chocking, the weight on his shoulder blades compressing his ribcage. He wheezed and scrambled, hands desperately groping around on the ground for a gun, a knife, anything.

The leg in his back dug in harsher as Jungkook leaned over, grabbed his wrists tight and wrenched them behind his lower back. The hunter fought, squirmed, and grunted, but he was overpowered in this position, losing oxygen fast.

Jungkook's other hand reached out to clutch the man's mask, yanking his head back until his throat was taut, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The angel took off his vizard, eyes surveying all over his visage. He could feel the male quivering, smell the blood on his skin. He could touch the wet, matted hair between his fingers and see the sweat dripping down his forehead, mixing with the blood and tears streaking down his cheeks.

"Tell me, you little bitch," Jungkook spoke, a rumble to his voice, nails digging into the man's skull. "Why are you firing a gun at a man who is trying to enjoy his night? Do you want money or something?" He interrogated, feigning ignorance.

The hunter spewed out a mixture of saliva and phlegm, glaring at the angel. "We both know who the bitch is here. You and your friends are all weirdos."

Jungkook's look visibly darkened, jaw clenching and hold tightening around the man's greasy strands. The witch was right about one thing - hunters were indeed some adherents who were blindly bigoted to their beliefs and principles.

"Is that so?" He asked in a low tone, glaring daggers at the raider who so foolishly continued to shuffle at his feet.

The angel spread his midnight black wings out of nowhere, coaxing a surprised yelp out of the male. Now, that they'd healed completely, Jungkook could move around freely without wincing at every little shift.

"D-devil!" The man's ear-splitting cry nearly broke Jungkook's eardrums, his eyes frantically roaming over the angel's stance. "Y-you're the devil!"

Jungkook couldn't help but roll his eyes at the way he was being called, pondering over whether he relished the consuming feeling of control. "You're wrong, I fear," he pushed his knee against the hunter's spine, forcing more pained groans out of him. "Though, the devil absolutely loves it when I send him more souls to torture."

Just when he was about to lay another punch on the man's ugly phiz, the clicker of a loaded gun pierced through the air, and the tip of something cold pressed against Jungkook's skull.

"Let him go," the deep baritone of an awfully familiar voice caused the angel to freeze.

Both him and the hunter remained quiet as Jungkook slowly peered over his shoulder to sneak a peek of the intruder, eyes bulging out of their holes upon recognizing the person who stood before him.

Jungkook released a shaky breath, chapped lips parting slightly as he kept his gaze on the man with blonde curls of hair and stoic expression.

"T-tae- "

"I told you to let him go," the tip of his index finger was positioned on the trigger, ready to shoot at any moment.

The angel did as he was told, shaking off the speechless stupor as feasibly as he could, jaw going slack as he worked to control his breathing. The mutilated hunter didn't waste any more time in backing away from the scene, desperately clutching at his aching chest. All this time, all these years spent in waiting for this significant moment, and now Taehyung was pointing a gun to Jungkook's head.

His Taehyung.

Taehyung, who looked just as beautiful as the day Jungkook lost him.

Taehyung, whose eyes were made up of the sky, blown up wide, black, and blue, like bruises, or like day and night. His skin was shining, sapphire and starlight, like the lulls of angel's were forcing his body into a state wherein he scintillated, leaking phosphorescence, promoted by the heavens.

The same person who called Jungkook disgusting after meeting him for the first time in three hundred and thirty-nine years.

"You will answer all of my questions without playing any of your little games, am I clear?" Taehyung's gaze was probing on the angel. His pupils were rimmed with something dark, almost like eyeliner, but less bold, more fearful. He had a sharp glint in his eyes, accusatory and meaner than Jungkook had ever seen them.

He couldn't get a hold of himself, staring blankly at Taehyung's flawless face, more and more words continuing to stick in his throat, suffocating him, clogging up his windpipe. A tremor had gone through his bowels.

Eventually, Taehyung gave up on waiting for Jungkook to answer and moved right to the interrogating part. "How do you know my name?" He quizzed, the barrel of his weapon slightly touching the angel's forehead, sending shivers down his spine from how cold the metallic surface felt.

"Don't you remember me?" Jungkook's question was nothing but a breathless whisper in the serene silence.

Snow fell upon them, tiny flakes stitching to their hair. The angel didn't fail to find the irony in it – with him meeting his love again under the same circumstances he unfortunately had to lose him. It was nearly melodramatic.

The tip of Taehyung's finger played with the trigger, a glint of annoyance dancing in between those blue sapphires. "Are there any other dark angels?" Jungkook didn't like the way he raised his voice at him, nor did it cause a sparkly sensation to travel up the angel's spine like it always used to do.

"Y-you haven't changed at all," he ignored Taehyung's inquiries, mindlessly skidding his gaze all over his frame as he pinpointed all those minimalistic details that had left ingrained in Jungkook's mind for centuries ahead.

"Will you finally stop talking bullshit and answer my questions?!" Enraged, Taehyung took a bold step forward, eyes a tsunami of unrelenting rampage. His breaths were staggered, and Jungkook really had nothing to say for himself, as the hunter seemed pissed, and he didn't think anyone was capable of acting out such intense indignation.

There was a beat of silence. Arduous silence. Jungkook refused to look at Taehyung's direction, but he could feel his exaggerated gape on himself.

"You're disgusting," the hunter's words were drenched in poison, causing the pain in the angel's heart to ramp up from stiffness all the way to searing, blinding agony. "I can't stand you." Jungkook could only hope those profanities weren't directly launched at him.

Right after pulling the trigger, the angel rotated and used his wings to send Taehyung flying to the other line of railings. His body hit the metal pillar with a thud, a groan slipping past his lips as he lost a hold of his gun.

He squinted his eyes open to glare at Jungkook, and for a small second, their gazes locked, before the angel was gone. 

♧honestly, I'm not at all that satisfied with this chapter♧