c h a p t e r   9

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Chi-Sun tilts her head back and lets out a loud yawn, her eyes closing at the mere thought of the sleep she lacked these days. The secret telepathy classes with Min Yoongi had taken up most of her time when off her regular schedule.

Nudging her in the side with a peak elbow, Darcie glares at her taken aback at how her friend behaves as they're on their way to the main-hall room. Chi widens her eyes and leads the back of her hand to her mouth as she finishes her yawn, not forgetting to send a nudge back at Darcie who only rolls her eyes with a small grin.

"What is it that's happening today, since we're heading to the main-hall anyways?" Chi-Sun sighs, her mind slowly drifting towards the soft, freshly washed linen in her bed.

Darcie notices the lack of concentration from the newer angel and grab her by the shoulder, pulling them to the side of the hallway, earning a few stares from the other angels. Chi's body is like dragging a wet cloth, her entire body slumping in weariness.

Darcie snaps her finger in front of Chi's face rapidly, making the latter open her eyes excessively without blinking.

"You need to focus, Chi. It's not just a normal meeting today, you know. The Arch Angels are going to attend as well."

Chi furrow her eyebrows, her brain registering what Darcie just said.

"All 7 of them?"

Darcie makes an unenthusiastic grimace while nodding slowly. This is the first time Chi-Sun sees the other Arch Angels properly, besides Azrael. She had seen the back of a few of them a couple times, their huge white wings making it almost impossible not to register when one was close.

Grabbing Darcie's arm in sudden excitement, Chi-Sun is now the one dragging her towards the huge twin-doors with the golden handles that leads into the main hall.

The floor is tiled in the finest marble, making every step echo as all the angels of heaven slowly fills up the grand place. Rainbow colors dance across the walls, reflections from the exquisite chandelier that's hanging from the ceiling. The domed ceiling that rise at least 100 feet high has little, fat angels with wings painted on them, the captivating strokes of color making them look almost alive as they are scattered around — the detailing made clear with the mixture of the shiny gold painting and the pretty clouds the little angels were sitting upon.

Following Darcie, they walk in the direction of the seating area for the angels, a lot of the seats already taken as fluttering wings takes up the space next to each other.
The two girls squeeze themselves into a spot, before glancing out on the enormous marble floor, now only waiting for it to be taken over by the 7 Arch Angels.

Taking it all in, Chi rises tactfully in her seat as her eyes glance upon 7 other angels, more specifically the black angels as they enter the main hall as the last ones, the door closing behind them with a roaring slam.

Looking at each and everyone of them, she can't help but linger her stare a little longer at the oldest of them, Kim Seokjin, as he strides gracefully across the marble tiles, his black feathers flowing in the soft breeze.

Or. . . Jin as he had told her to call him. 

Nibbling on her bottom lip she takes in his features, letting her eyes rest unknowingly at the slender man as the black angels take their seats to designated chairs next to the grand floor.

Her eyes blinks slowly — right before they land on a male with a knowing smirk plastered on his lips, one of his eyebrows cocked up teasingly.
Kim Taehyung's piercing stare bores right through Chi-Sun, and all she can do is watch as he slowly mouths to her inaudibly.

"I see you."

Sitting there frozen, she watches in awe at his sly expression. At this exact moment it would've probably been able to cook a three course meal at Chi's face, the radiating from it feeling a sizzling hot pan.
Letting out an aggravated groan, Chi-Sun narrows her eyes at Taehyung keeping the stare at him intensely.

If you say anything about this, I'll kill you.

As if Taehyung hears her inner plead he slowly raise his hand to his mouth, making an motion of him zipping his lips tight. Of course with a glint in his dark-brown eyes. Widening her eyes Chi suddenly wonder if he read her mind just now. . .

. . . Or did she get into his brain? Did she just manage to do telepathy on Kim freaking Taehyung?

With the corner of her mouth tilting upwards in a rush of victory, a sudden bright light appears in the middle of room, making her eyes widen slightly and her smile dropping instantly. Slowly, 7 sleek silhouettes fluids onto the marble tiles, the shining halo making all of the other angels wince their eyes slightly in pain at how powerful it shines upon them.

And then within no time, the white light is gone and on the floor stands the 7 Arch Angels. Letting out a small huff of the breath she's holding, Chi watch how the Arch Angels stand there, their astonishing white wings draping after them as they stand to face the crowd of gaping mouths.

Chi suddenly feels the tension rise in the room, noticing how uncomfortable her body feels as the tall, powerful gaze upon them — the feeling of being smaller than ever.

That's before Azrael catches her gaze, sending a small, almost unnoticeable nod in her direction, his soft eyes smiling at her. She breathes out, the calming effect oozing over her within an instant.

"Angels of Heaven, welcome to today's meeting. For any newcomers that didn't have the chance to attend a meeting before, I'll introduce us briefly." The tallest male angel of them speaks, his voice roaring in the hall, the stern words bouncing off of the tall walls.
Chi swallows harshly — somehow her immediate impression of the one speaking not off to a great start.

Taking a step forward, the angel then turns and walk in a straight line in front of the other Arch Angels.

"This is Raphael. Also meaning 'God heals', he's in charge of physical and emotional healing, " He carelessly point at the Angel who's staring ahead with a blank stare in his eyes, before moving further to the next in line, a woman, "Gabriel. 'God is my strength', the messenger angel. She works as the messenger of God. Up next. . . Jophiel, 'beauty of God'." He groans out and as if pre-recorded the loving sigh that leaves most of the male angels mouths only state the fact that she's indeed the definition of gorgeous. Jophiel giggles at the response, her warm eyes drinking in the audience.

"Moving on," The unknown Arch Angel huffs out while sending a daring glare at Jophiel, "Ariel, 'lioness of God'. Keeps the Earth in balance. And last but not least. . . we have Azrael, whom you've probably all met when you arrived here. 'Whom God helps' I've been told." He says with a judging voice, his dark stare making the usually big and bright Azrael shrink in size making his aura dull.

"And I'm Arch Angel Michael; 'He who is as God'."

Chi rise her eyebrows, her head tilting back slightly as she watch how Michael is in complete control of the meeting, the rest of the Arch Angels not having much to say, it seems.

"The reason for this meeting is due to the fact that Order in Heaven has been disturbed several times recently. As you all know, this is not tolerable, and you will be punished if you're caught causing anything that could contribute to this—"

"Could you be a little more specific Arch Angel Michael?"

Heads turn in the direction of the row of black angels as the velvet smooth voice speaks, the tone a little harsh as Jin's brows furrows while looking at the grand Angel waiting for a response.

Michael lets out a scoffed chuckle, his jaw clenching slightly.

"I will not be going into details, but if the rules won't be followed regarding the usage of powers outside of missions and we've been told—"

"But it is allowed to use powers in Heaven, at least last time I checked. Outside of missions." Jin flashes a polite smile, but the obvious taunting glint in his eyes are impossible to miss.

"He's right, Michael. That's the only way to improve them and I'd say that's a necessity, wouldn't you?" Namjoon asks, bowing his head at the Angel with the higher rank than himself - — at least positionally.

Michael crosses his arms over his chest, moving closer to the black angels, all of them tensed up, their jaws clenched as if they're ready to attack at any minute.

"Well if you're so curious regarding the. . . violation of the rules. Power improvement is allowed yes, but only in a study-related environment. Only in class or in strict watching by an older, qualified angel is it allowed. And to say that's been forgotten these past days is quite the, what should I say. . ." His eyes lands on Min Yoongi who's staring out into the air, rolling his lips together slowly, "Understatement."

The slight furrow in Jimin's brows are obvious as Michael nears Yoongi slowly, and Chi watches from afar, breath caught in her throat as Michael throws hints on their secret studies on telepathy.

Leaning closer, Michael makes sure the only ones that hears his following words are the black angels as he spits them out in an aggressive whisper.

"And you know how angels like you gets punished."           

Just as Jungkook is about to rise from his chair, fists closed tight, another voice speaks from behind them.

"Michael," Azrael comes closer, his eyes widening slightly as he growls, "Enough."

Michael keeps his intense stare at the black angels before turning around in a haste, his crystal-white feathers dancing behind him.

"Meeting is closed." The woman Gabriel speaks with a delicate voice, trying to move away the wide-eyed looks in the direction of the obvious drama that had just happened.
Fluttering their wings, the 7 Arch Angels slowly rise from the floor, and within a single bash with their wings they're gone like a blow of a strong wind.

Exhaling with a big blow, Darcie tilts her head back in exhaustion.

"Finally!"

Chi watches in astonishment, still not certain what had just happened. Darcie stands up abruptly, Chi following after as they shuffle down the stairs slowly, the trailing of angels eager to leave this tensed up hall.

"What just happened?" Chi whispers to Darcie who turns her head with a clueless look on her face, her brows furrowed.

"What do you mean? Oh— there's always drama between the Arch Angels and the black angels if that's what you're talking about!" She almost laughs nervously, patting her arm as telling her to stop asking more about that subject.

"But why—"

"Lee Chi-Sun," A warm hand grace her lower arm, grabbing her wrist firmly, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Turning her head, she knew exactly whose voice was spilling those casual, but at the same time steely words.

Jin.   

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