⊱Même si tu as raison, je dois dire que tu as tort⊰

Even if you're right, I have to say you're wrong

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A frown marred my face when I met Jimin again. It was obvious that we would always run into each other after I argued with him or embarrassed myself, but I couldn't help my scowl whenever I saw him after. I needed some vacation of sorts.

Maybe I wasn't mad at him, but mad at the people I was trying to help.

"Nice to see you, too, angel," Jimin joked, rolling his eyes at my blatant displeasure.

I sighed and ran my gaze down his full black outfit. "You look... killer? In the mood for overworking, I presume?"

"You look heavenly in a white dress as always," he complimented, dodging the question with a soft smile.

Shaking my head, I focused on the task at hand. The orphanage was bustling, pitter patters of children running to and fro filling the building. I walked around to find the owners of the place. Shouts and laughters enlivened the ramshackle old house.

I wanted to work there as a kind of a sister figure to the children, but I fought against the urge, reminding myself that as a mere spirit, I couldn't personally involve myself with other humans. Much less be seen.

I regretted not dedicating more of my living time to supporting children like them.

My heart jumped when a loud slap echoed from inside one of the rooms I was passing by. When I went inside, a yell made me flinch back.

"This is the 'thank you' I get for giving you a place to live and food to eat?!" One of the owners glared down at the young boy cowering on the floor. "Maybe your parents left you because you're so useless like that. If you don't want to see the others beaten up because of you, you should clean every speck of dirt in this building. No food or water until you're done."

"What a way to treat a teenager," Jimin sighed, crossing his arms.

"Get out!"

I flinched yet again when the man yelled louder and the boy stumbled out of the room past the two of us. "Heavens..."

He picked up his phone that was buzzing on the desk and started talking about 'moving' some of the children to someone, somewhere. Words like money and price fell from his mouth and my hands balled into fists.

From where he was standing, he could see the backyard through the window. One of the children tripped and dropped her bucket of washed cloths.

"Ah, these useless scums," the man hissed, clicking his tongue. "Those who ran away from home are the worst. We'll go with some of them, charity coming in for them are the lowest anyway. It wasn't even enough to buy that latest lamborghini model."

"That's fucked up," Jimin whispered in distaste behind me. "I wonder how long he'll live."

I was seeing red. My chest was squeezing and my face heating up from sheer fury. If my emotions weren't sedated, they would have been out of control. The urge to kill, to destroy someone before my eyes returned and I chanted in my head that I couldn't and I shouldn't.

Tears rolled down my cheeks. Not every place was like this but not all people had good intentions.

I couldn't do anything but try to influence him. It was frustrating. Too frustrating.

My clenched teeth parted with a gasp when I felt another surge of power from beside me, fighting against mine. The man's eyes glowed bright white once before golden yellow overtook them and the colors alternated every second.

Throwing a glare, I snarled at Jimin whose eyes had turned the same golden color as his hair. "Stop that!"

"Why? It's my job."

He challenged my hostile gaze and I couldn't stop myself from lunging at him, throwing him off balance and slamming his back against the floor. Legs thrown over his, I sat on top of him and clutched his shirt collar. His eyes were back to their brown color, blown wide and bouncing between mine, his lips parted and speechless.

"I didn't know your job was to produce more victims," I said roughly, my throat burning from all the rage clawing at it. "You're feeding filths, misdeeds. What you're doing is wrong in many ways. I can't let you do that."

I was tiptoeing on a tightrope, acting like I was accepting his ways and maintaining a friendly atmosphere between us because of my father. I couldn't. I wanted to jump off. It didn't matter he was essentially good. We were in opposing sides to take down the same evil.

But his side made way to more pain.

He chuckled but his expression was anything but amused. His eyes were tugged down in what could be seen as sadness. A hand came up to hold my jaw and his thumb brushed my skin so lightly, my heart seized in my chest.

"How angelic," he whispered, unfocused gaze dancing across my face. "But I'm a devil from hell and I can't listen to you. My existence itself is tied to greed. No matter how right you are, I have to say you're wrong."

A moment or two passed as I could do nothing else but stare back at him. His voice was unsteady and carried so much pain and sincerity. He was right. He was tied to greed. Whatever happened that made him like this, after all this time spending more time than I wanted with him, somewhere deep down inside me, I felt hurt more than I should.

His touch was so kind and tender.

"So, we will fight?" I murmured under my breath. "You can't stay out of serious matters like this?"

I squeaked out in shock when he suddenly pushed me with his other arm around my waist and switched our position with him on top of me.

"So we will fight," he repeated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on my forehead, his pillowy lips soft against my skin. "But not today."

In a blink, Jimin vanished into thin air, leaving me blushing and processing what happened within mere seconds.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury to do that when a hand slamming against the desk startled me, snapping me out. Heaving myself up and off the wooden floor, I let my powers activate again and influence the man before me to the full.

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