c h a p t e r   2 1

f a m i l y   m e e t i n g

The creaking of the dark oak wooden floor gives away the presence whenever a black angel enter the common meeting room within their dorms. Their black silhouettes reflects in the yellow lamp in the corner next to the chaotic bookshelf, the small-talk evident as they enter one by one. Knowing very well that a family meeting is in the highest of priority all of the black-winged males usually hasted to be on time but today two of them didn't manage to do so.

"Where is Jimin and Hobi?" Namjoon runs a bothered hand through his lilac strands of hair, sitting firmly at the desk he leans back in the midnight blue velvet armchair as he glares at the other four angels in the room.

"Don't know. Probably fucking around somewhere. I know I would." Taehyung shrugs carelessly before sitting down in a wooden chair, throwing his feet up onto Namjoon's desk. Jungkook winces his eyes slightly at the provoking act from his older brother, watching in the background how Namjoon clenches his jaw.

"You guys have no idea?" He furrow his brows slightly, a somehow dense tension filling up the silent room.

"They've been studying a case the past weeks is what I know," The low muttering comes from Yoongi who's more interested in the unknown stain that's somehow managed to get on his silk shirt, "Right?"

He looks at Jin who's already deep in thought, but not on the current meeting or the missing members, no, what fills up his mind is a comforting pine-tree scent, soft ice-blond locks and a pair of honey brown eyes. 

Blinking fast he regains his focus, nodding along to Yoongi's statement.

"Yes, they've been distant lately. On something. I guess. . . But who knows? They always do funky shit together, right?" He rambles, his ears slowly turning red at the awkward situation.

Namjoon breathes out heavily, closing his eyes swiftly as he leans back in his seat, his head shaking slightly to the sides.

"For fucks sake. . ." He whispers to himself, before lifting his head to meet the sudden push at the heavy door that opens to the room, ears peaking as they hear the voice of Jung Hoseok.

"See I told you, they didn't even begin ye—"

The two missing black angels freeze immediately as they stand in the doorway, like two deer caught in headlights their eyes are wide and their faces pale. Jungkook bites back a grin at the two, while Taehyung on the other hand stands from his seat and starts a mocking applaud.

"Glad to see you two monkeys made it. Blessing us with your company, huh?" He cocks up an eyebrow at them, a teasing glint in his dark-brown orbs.

"Shut the fuck up, Tae." Jimin groans while rolling his eyes before he enters the room with Hobi, their shoulders slightly tensed. Their hands filled with books, folders and notes they both apologize to the leader for not making it to the meeting on time.

"Well now that everyone is here," Namjoon eyes the guilty ones with a glare, "I have some. . . bad news."

The other black angels straighten their backs as if on automatic as they hear the seriousness buried in Namjoon's voice. Usually the family meetings weren't anything significant.

"The Arch Angels has been a literal pain in my ass for the past weeks time. I don't know what the fuck has happened cause I'm not informed by anything? Apparently the order in Hell has been disturbed—"

"That's not our fucking problem. We are not in Hell." Hobi exclaims, putting pressure on each word in the last sentence — clearly annoyed about being paralleled with Hell on a daily occasion, but a small scoff leaves the lips of Min Yoongi's at that statement.

"Let me finish."

Hobi swallows thickly at the tone of Namjoon's before he continues.

"The order in Hell has been disturbed because Arch Angel Michael found out, on his regular check-ups, that in the safety boxes where the remains our human-souls are being captured. . . one of them is starting to spark."

"Spark? What the fuck is this? Some My Little Pony glitter shit?" Taehyung frowns, a small chuckle leaving his pink lips.

Namjoon sighs. "Usually our souls are just a handful of blackness but Michael observed that one of our souls had started to develop small specters of white dust, almost like glass crystals. He couldn't say which one of us it was, though."

Jin feels how the inside of his palms turn moist, the churning in his stomach and the nausea crawling up in his throat making him want to throw up. But he remains stoic, glancing at the other angels in the room — but still noticing how Yoongi has his gaze locked on him, eyes pitch black but at the same time they say everything.

What did I tell you? You're damned.

"To be honest I don't have a clue what this means, other than if one of you is somehow feeling things then get your shit together. Michael will put our souls back into the demon pit and make them feed on us again." Namjoon continues, now standing up as he shifts the weight from one foot to another.

"JK," The leader turn his head and look at the youngest with a stern, yet compassionate expression, "Don't ever fight a tutor angel again. Only problems come from that, and you know it."

Jungkook opens his mouth in protest.
"But he was such a fucking di—"

"End of discussion." Namjoon widens his eyes daringly, pushing up the thin black glasses that are placed on the bridge of his nose.

"Last thing," he lowers his voice once more, rolling his lips together before glancing up behind his weary eyelids, "A page has been ripped from The Book of Missions. If that page is not back within the next 24 hours, Michael will personally come and find out who took it. By whatever means necessary." 

Confusion paints on most of the black angels' faces as they look at each other, questions flying across the room as they discuss the heavy topics that has fallen from the lips of their leader.

The discussion goes on with such passion that no one notices how Hobi bites down anxiously on his lip, giving Jimin a small nudge in the side with his elbow. How Jimin's hands tremble in the pocket of his linen trousers — and lastly how Jin's palms remain wet while the thumbing of his heart is so loud in his ears that he's afraid the others might hear it as well.

Cause that's the thing with black angels. . . Their hearts can't beat without a soul.

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hello hello and welcome back to this book of mine !!
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