Requested by inky_jin ♡

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Solis reflecting edifices were magnificent from that height, be it the soaring of the scorching sphere or descending of the dawdling globe; the sun looked enthralling either way. Somewhere in the twilight, the shimmering scythe swayed another tale of the levitating soul, "Precious," The woman wielding it remarked.

Her radiant chartreuse eyes observed the cinematic visions with curious fervor, all captured by the optic of that dying being, "Alas, your time was limited." Pupils wide in consternation, he never expected to see a creature of unimaginable rendition, and a gasp was all she needed. A drop of gall dripped from her artillery at the apex of his tongue and his face turned pale; the eighty-seven years old hadst tasted Death. His soul was sucked out of his agape mouth. With that, she flipped over the hourglass; on an expedition for the next dissipating entity, "But you lived your best."

The never-ending, dust-laden list had another name crossed from it, another upcoming, and several others waiting in a disrelish and indefinite sphere to canoodle with the same fate. How did it feel to execute this naturistic law? How did it feel to witness one's demise?

Not much thought was served to them, the need was never formulated, maybe even forbidden, but such was the life of a grim reaper - the life of this elegant forlorn force, Bailey - the death herself. Death, Yama, Shinigami, Jeoseungsaja, Hel, Azrael, Śmierć, Devil or Angel of Quietus - whatever you name it, it is your end, your last to this world.

Cloaked sharp in the flimsy ivory garment, a beauteous figure if one could see yet just a façade over the merciless acts. The succeeding name impressed in her phosphorescent sight and the sand-filled glass sedately impersonated falls and time.

She was coming for the next individual.

His head bobbed, coupled with the beats flowing effortlessly in his headphone-cupped ears, one would classify the piece as perfect but his artistic critique unrolled heaps of flaws in the rhythm. Time; oh, how he hated the way it glided. It was forty-two past three in the morning and his music didn't mount to the pinnacle of his expectations. And sadly, he had to wrap up because he had college to attend in four hours or less.

Night? Night had already smooched its goodbyes to the morning sky, and the ablaze of the abutting daylight cracked in through the virtual crevices.

Dauntless day or nascent darkness of its antonym, worldly laws beyond one's knowledge had been carried out with no alterations - such efficiency may not even be found in top-class companies. Yet unfortunately, mortals couldn't even pin its holy existence.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Weary of this boring beep but the annoyance at least did its best to get Yoongi out of his bed. He had to be up early, the music he had been working on made a call to meet someone important for the essence he'd want to add to it. Rush and swish ruffles around his little dorm emanated with his swift activities.

Stuffing all the necessities in his bag, he made a beeline to the studio he'd turn up to before finally, attending his classes. Vicious zooming of automobiles had a chaotic mess and tumultuous emerged from these roads. Yoongi had his heart's destination on the opposite of these ferocious movements, minutes drizzling down, and jittery in his sentiments, his wristwatch only infuriated this impatience.

He had to cross.

Thunder crackled in a realm persisting in the same locale yet not before the eyes of mortals. Inconspicuous teleportation of an unfavorable potency conjured in mid-air and the scythe trapped the day's blare; a fatal glint - death had arrived.

Step on the minacious ground and spur in Bailey's manoeuvre but an undefined curio, for the unsullied boy in haste, hatched to find out the cause. Just a moment to look through his motives and tardiness in her assigned task, Yoongi was then on the other side; safe. She scrutinized his sprinting inside the studio and the label above the compact space; limpid glass paving a crystal sight to the bloke's oeuvre examination, tension swallowing his composure.

A tilt in her head when his coy smile appeared with some colloquy betwixt him and the person forbearingly listening to his work. Yoongi shook hands with the authoritative figure in semi-formals, and the concealed cheer had agitated Bailey to know more of, more before she plies her weapon. Things were already opposing edicts but wee satisfaction became the latest sweet wine to her relish. Hung hourglass with no fine grains to seep through the narrow hole had her fingers gained a tiny amount back with a lean, ever so gentle, rendering him just a day more.

It went by so fast that Yoongi was on turbo, darting his way out and to his college. He bumped into a little girl, savoring her candy formerly, now it had been dear to the ground.

Shit... He cursed himself, helping the teeny kid who at this point was in tears, watching the candied pieces with sticky dips still holding their connections, "Hey, hey, I'm so sorry," He patted his head, "I... I'll get you another one, yeah?"

Luckily, the shop wasn't far away but the prices boiled a stupor inside him, it seemed the kiddo belonged to a rich profile. His money for the subway, both ways, would cost him the child's sanity, "Oh god," he mumbled and glanced at the sobbing naïve girl. With a blink and sigh, and he was done, "I'll buy this," and smiled at the owner. He got legs for a reason, right?

He's kind.

Bailey observed everything, and she wanted to just see him more. Throughout the day, he scribbled verses whenever the setting allowed, raw talent poured on pencil-thin sheets. And finally, it ended and Yoongi was back home after the short-term pal interaction.

Summers had their reign presiding over that month and his room was a little too hot for his liking. Sliders went apart with a push of his hand and his heat-absorbent shirt glided uphill to be free from the imprisoned heat.

A glacé puff from her gullet escaped from the excessive skin exhibition and she teleported to the rooftop.

Would I let the world miss out on his talent if he dies? He has so much potential, I...
No, Bailey, what he does got nothing to do with you. It's not your responsibility to ponder over...

Shuffling from the balcony beneath, gathered her thoughts as Yoongi set down his coffee on the circular table with a writing pad alongside.

By tonight, I promise.

She faded in the tangerine rays aiding to her neon-resembling eyesight with the promise she swore by, but as the popular saying goes - they are meant to be broken.

The caliginous sky had catastrophe bore in its multiple star spectators, ticks of the clock riveted in his room cast that angel's footsteps inside. There he lay, asleep in the honeyed rapture, so serene, in a domain of deserved ataraxy. Her waist underwent a bent, probing his countenance up so close and how handsome the lad was. It ushered her digits to scud the winsome forehead and brush aside the coffee strands, attempting to hide away his waxen beauty with a hale blush from her.

"I'm sorry," She whispered as her sinistral palm was about to ram his chest, partition of his lips was a necessity for the execution. The gall ever-ready on the fringe of her scythe to trickle, but it fell on the floor, hard, panicking Yoongi from the reverberation, and hauntingly, he found nothing.

I can't...

Seven in the evening of dusk dispensed ether and the subway was full of people, waiting for their respective stations and Yoongi was one of them. He usually gets to his dorm around two or three but weekends were reserved for part-time commissions, and he had to address his financial expenditure as well.

Amidst all the busy netizens, he alone felt someone watching him, the source was from the west of his position but he let it pass. A youthful woman of twenty-three had swarmed upon the tantivy train, unwitting of Yoongi's knowledge but she was there for him. Grievous for the demure lady, an indecent bodach couldn't hold his horses in, who stood by just a step away from the divine enchantress. Who would notice his illicit acts anyway? As he scooted towards her, bursting her personal bubble.

Her brows contorted with the licentious deeds accomplished on her dorsal side, the unprincipled abomination shamelessly ground on her. She could just transfer his unholy spirit to hell but that would mean disappearance and the unwanted attention of the mortals henceforth, she suffered, squeezing her eyelids.

A sudden weight pushed away the vulgar person. "Oh shit, I'm sorry man. You, okay?" It was him; she had screwed this voice deep in her head by then. Passing him a glare, Yoongi's right profile stood behind her back, shielding the short one from any possible danger.

The fact that they both stopped at the same station was perceived as a coincidence and he greeted her ice-cold, silver irises. Whimsical fact; the contacts she wore were black, and the coruscating subject wasn't that easy to stash with the gadgets from the earth.

"Thank you for today, Yoongi," the girl in a pencil skirt and decent blouse said.

"Uh, how do you know my name? Have we met before?"
Of course, for the past seventy-two hours.

Quick-witted her, found a way out, "Oh, your..." She pointed at the name printed on his amber batch, pinned on his dress shirt.

"Ah, right, silly me. You must live nearby. And you're..."

"Bailey and yeah, I live just across the station," she had her heart thwacking against her chest but since when did she possess it?

He schlepped her heavy bag, "Here, let me walk you home. I can't risk your safety again."

"I'll be alright, Yoongi. You don't have to..."

"I insist."

Silent walk to the edge where the coarse road touched the smooth side path, "Thank you, again. I can go home with ease from here."

"Sure?" She nodded to aid quick relief.

"And Yoongi," He turned about, "Be careful around feral streets."

He stumbled upon her, every day on his way back and it had been a week when he, at last, asked her out. In search of just a little more, it was now sixteen days of them being together and they mostly hung out at his dorm for obvious reasons.

Past midnight hour, she sat parallel to him near the glass sliders that had the full moon bestowing wishes for the love-struck dyad.

Fingers intertwined with his, tangled gravelly yet the intimacy it created was beyond an epic love, "You're so precious, Yoongi. Did anyone tell you that?"

"I could say the same, gumdrop," He was drunk, not from ardent spirits but the goblet of sheer liquor she made him sip from off her presence.

"No, Yoongi," She palmed his face, peering right through him, "For real. You're so tender and altruistic." He was flustered that drove her insane, if only he knew the limits and barricades, she had butchered for him and that's when he approached for their first kiss.

Yet somehow, she couldn't cooperate, "Is something wrong, Bailey?"

"I have to tell you something."

She got on her knees, followed by her feet, "Where are you... Woah!"

Mystical smoke materialized with the sorcery she performed and Death was in her authentic form.

"Bailey? What... what are you?"

She elucidated everything since day one of the endearments that stirred the moment, she laid her eyes on him.

"How am I still alive, Bailey? You can't possibly be adding more time to my life."

"It's because I... I never let you die and collect your soul to be sent off in the world it belongs in."

He moved closer towards the glamour in white, "Really?"

"Yeah..." She lied.

Impressing the due kiss, she was in arrant bliss, "You have given me a gift I can't repay with anything."

"A place in your heart, acceptance is all I need, Yoongi."

A click of the tongue and a commentary was made by a figure, "So, it's you. My perplexity at last washes away. I wondered how my daily list had more people than normal but not anymore."

Another executioner like Bailey was seated on the balustrade, "Why are you here?"

"Sucking on a mortal's face and you're asking why I'm here. You know better than that, Bailey. Disguised as a human to collect souls is something even, I practice at times but it's forbidden to disclose your identity let alone have an affair with his kind. You're coming with me or should I just stab you here, by Hell's order? Hmm?" The male's wings flapped at a moderate pace, he possessed a vampire-pale complexion, and eyes the same as Bailey, and he headed for the rooftop.

"Dare you to touch her!" Yoongi knew he was powerless against him, but that didn't matter at all.

"Chill Romeo, I got nothing to do with you," He yelled.

Yoongi turned to her and teleported right away.

"No!" He scuttled bare feet where his goddess had been summoned.

"There isn't any way out Methuselah, right?"
"You know each rule by heart, Bailey. There's nothing you can do."

Yoongi heard susurrations from the nonpareil soon-to-be effaced forever. Her hands were handcuffed in the rusty metal yet so powerful that even a ghost wouldn't triumph in escaping.

"Bailey! No!" His callings unlocked a crucial detail, she couldn't possibly leave like that.

She made a volte-face, the series of fetters linked from her darbies were in the hands of dark angel, "You deserve so much more. You have such potential, love," Her snivels wrenched his heart in the most afflicting torment, "Show the world what you're capable of Yoongi. I, hereby, add the next thirty-seven years of my remaining life to yours. It's so much better to see you excel than being imprisoned forever." Her proclamation was effectual the second she said them, her body evanescing from existence inchmeal.

"No! Don't leave me!" He was at full tilt to hold her, one last time.

Worst luck; he couldn't, and it was too late, "I shall always love you..." He could just retreat the chain that adorned her neck and the sudden overwhelm had him off-balance and he fell.

Sun of six ante meridiem burnt his back like living in a dark abyss. He picked himself from the ground, trying to recollect the cause of his asleep on the naked cemented floor but his appeal had been revoked.

Scratching his neck, he meticulously deemed the chain with a chartreuse pearl in his hand, "What am I even doing here?"

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Written on: 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟑, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐