I looked up at Taehyung who was silently sipping his chocolate milk while staring at me intently. He reached out his hand, confusing me. I turned around to see if he was attempting to grab something behind me, seeing absolutely nothing I turned back around to see his hand gently place against my cheek. At first I jerked my head away from it, but then eased into it to see what he was trying to do.

His palm rested on my cheek as his thumb caressed the corners of my lip. "You've been through so much." He spoke, eyes softer than velvet. "Let me help you return to your old self," he uttered, finally making eye contact with me, earlier he had just been gawking at my features.

"Let me teach you how to feel. How to feel happy, how to cry, how to get angry."

"How to... love."

We held eye contact for what felt like eternity, and oddly it was nice. "If you ever place your hand on my cheek like that again I'll cut it off and feed it to you for dinner." I spoke out of context, getting out the chair and walking away. I heard him sigh making me stop and turn around.

"You said you don't like me walking away from you, so you've got to learn to keep up with me. After all aren't you going to teach me how to feel?" I raised my eyebrow. He broke into his boxy smile, quickly standing up and coming after me.

"Why did you look so scared?" I asked him. Taehyung took off his coat, putting it around me. "Well it's not every day you hear someone tell you they're going to feed you your own limbs for dinner." He replied, walking a little faster after his kind gesture, pretending like he didn't do anything.

"God it was a joke. It's not my fault I look dead inside while saying it," I told him, properly wearing his thick jacket. "Jackson, I don't know how jokes work here, but if you say this in the ED you're going to be mistaken as a crazy person, which the more I get to know you, the person might not be mistaken for thinking that." He told me, shaking his head.

"What's the ED?" I asked. "Oh, the El Dorado. It's only home to every magical being," he said. "The El Dorado? As in, the lost city of gold?" I tilted my head. "Is that what you guys call it here? I mean I don't know much of the history behind the name, for us it's just a land of peace, everyone is welcome as long as you're magical." He explained.

"But if you're an angel, wouldn't your home be heaven?" I questioned again. "I mean, literally speaking, yes it is my actual home. But a lot of us choose to go to the ED to settle, and especially for education and stuff," he responded.

"Are demons allowed in there? Aren't they dangerous?" I asked yet again, he chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Not all demons are bad, just like not all angels are good, just like humans. All of us are Gods creation with our own fair share of darkness inside of us, it's really about what you choose to do with that darkness. Do you let it change you, or do you change it, by amending it into light?" He tilted his head.

I think I understand everything now, to be honest I think he's tired of answering questions that I'm meant to know the answer to anyways. "So where are we going?" He asked me, "uhm, I thought the most suitable place for you to teach me emotions would be my own home." I coughed as we reached my house.

I took out my keys and headed inside, "as expected," he looked around in wonder. "What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows at his weird comment. "Nothing haha, so what should we start with? A smile? OH YES. I'd love to see you smile," he spoke randomly.

"Now c'mon, smile," he commanded. "If it was that easy you'd think I'd be able to do it already," I replied. "Well I don't mean a genuine one. You've got to fake it till you make it, don't tell me you can't even fake a smile? Just copy mine," he suddenly cupped my cheeks with his hands, he pushed up the corners of my lips. "See, not so hard," he chuckled, I slapped away his hand knowing I probably looked incredibly stupid in that position. "Whaaattt you looked adorable," he smiled again. It fills me up with warmth, I like that expression on him.

"Listen Kim, if I wanted to fake emotions I would've done it ages ago. I want it to naturally come out, you know?" I tilted my head hoping that he'd understand. "Well, to be fair, they might not come out if you don't force it at least a little bit," he explained making me take a deep breath. "So what, like this?" I said, faking the best smile I could. He sucked in his cheeks trying not to laugh, nodding slowly.

"You know for someone who's bunking 'magic school' to be here, you don't seem to be taking this seriously," I crossed my arms, he chuckled again, pinching my cheeks. "I'll literally shove your hand up your own ass, stop touching me," I warned him. "Ok ok, repeat after me, haha," he said, smiling his widest. I took a deep breath, "haha," I forced out laughter.

"THAT WAS GOOD, again, HAHAHA." This time he laughed harder, holding his stomach. "HAHAHA," I copied him, this method was weird as fuck there's no denying it. We continued faking laughter for the next 20 minutes.

"hahaha- FUCK YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT METHODS KIM THIS ISN'T WORKING," I plopped down onto the floor. "Of course it is, you're not expressing the emotion I wanted to, but you are expressing annoyance," he tilted his hand, kneeling down to my level. I realised I had raised my voice, and it actually had some emotion in it, it wasn't monotone as usual. "You're, impressive," I sighed out, actually getting somewhere.

"Can I ask you a question?" He spoke, "that was a question." I replied, wanting to annoy him. "I mean like, another question," he said again. "Yes ok go on," I sighed, looking into his eyes, he took a deep breath making me think he was going to talk to me about something serious.

"Do you have onions?"

"Uhm, yes, why?" I said, confused completely, he got up before effortlessly pulling me up by the wrist. "We're going to make you cry," he smiled as he skipped towards the kitchen. "Oye Jackson think fast," he turned around suddenly, throwing an onion towards me, I quickly caught it as it was about 2cm away from coming into contact with my nose. Taehyung squinted his eyes, tilting his head before forcing a little bit of laughter, "nice reflexes," he said, looking me up and down.

He grabbed a knife and walked towards me, making me take a step back. "Scared Jackson?" Taehyung chuckled, grabbing the onion from my hand before walking back to the kitchen counter. He searched through my cupboards, making me know exactly what he was looking for. I tiptoed a bit to get to the top drawer, taking kitchen goggles out.

"Looking for this?" I held it in front of him. He looked at the goggles before looking at me, he snatched them out my hand, speed walking towards me till I hit the back of the kitchen. "How did you know? Did you read my thoughts?" He asked, completely dumbfounding me. "What- no the fuck, I just guessed you were looking for them. Dramatic much?" I pushed him away, hearing him sigh behind me.

"I'm sorry it's just..."

"What? You want to tell me something, go on, tell me," I turned around, and watched him sit himself onto the counter. "Angels and demons have special individual powers, ones that don't need any spell to work. Mine is... mind reading. I can hear the thoughts of anyone in this world. I can hear that my friends back in the ED are fooling about, I can hear someone 56 miles from here thinking about killing someone, anyone I put my mind to, I can read," he told me.

"That's how you heard me... but why put your mind to listen to me? Out of everyone in this world?" I asked. "I just, did but that's not the point, I think you may have more than one individual power. You're special Jewel, in ways I can't explain to you right now. I thought you just read my mind and I got a little, defensive. Because that's always been my thing. It's childish I'm sorry," he massaged his temples. The atmosphere had become tense, too thick for my liking.

"Hey what am I thinking of right now?" I asked, attempting to lift the tension. "I don't know," he jumped off the counter, heading towards me, aura completely dominating the situation. "I tried for years to try read your thoughts, yours were the only ones I couldn't hear," he spoke. "But then how-"

"I heard your thoughts for a second. A literal second, I expected to hear something magnificent coming from our famous girl. And what did I hear? A pitiful cry for help." He said, eyes full of an unknown emotion. "What, am I supposed to apologise for not meeting your expectations?" I sarcastically said. "Let's just get back to the onions," he stepped back. "Can I ask you something?" I put my hand on his shoulder, he raised his eyebrows wanting me to continue.

"Are you bipolar?"