save y(our) soul

Taehyung was always a light sleeper and every rustle was able to wake him up, disrupting such a pleasant pastime. Because of this, he often suffered, because when there was not enough time to sleep and some solid hours were given to him, he could not sleep properly. He did not try to treat it, because he does not know if there is such a possibility. Kim was terribly annoyed by every obstacle, being undermined by it, but this time he thanks his “problem”. Angel woke up to some warm thing laying on his body, which felt nice against his body and warm from the air conditioning, which made Taehyung’s skin goosebumps with cool gusts of air. “Yeah, that went well. Taehyung is safe. No, he doesn’t know or suspect,” Jungkook says to someone on the phone, causing Angel to listen to him and smell something wrong. “I hear you.” The demon ended the incoming call and continued driving next, not even realizing that Kim had heard those words. Kim takes the necessary things in a hurry, getting ready to leave for the next mission, the data of which read: Name: Min Mingyu Age: 25 years old Current feelings: goal-oriented, hateful. Location: Seoul subway Angel, like some Mingyu, is focused on results. It’s important to him that the end of today’s task be accompanied by happiness, joy, prosperity, and no deaths. If he was sent here to help people, he’ll do it. No matter what circumstances he encounters along the way. Part of this burst of strength, excitement, and energy is based on the fact that Taehyung is annoyed because Jungkook is hiding something, and most importantly, he doesn’t know what. The unknown is always scary. But before he took the subway, which Taehyung hadn’t taken in who knows how long, he headed for Linda, who’d called him at five in the morning and told him he should be at her place soon. He hadn’t been able to answer, hearing only the ragged beeps after her short speech with no “hello” and so on. After walking most of the route to Linda, Taehyung stops to tie his shoelaces, which he had stubbornly ignored until they began to get in the way and cling to his feet, causing him to stumble from time to time. If it weren’t for the dirt that comes from people, from nature, Kim would just be flaunting barefoot, giving his feet a new breath and a chance to feel the texture of the surface he’d be walking on. Finished with his shoelaces, he stands up and jerks a little when Jungkook appears in front of him out of nowhere. “You again,” Taehyung gives out unhappily, folding his arms and looking directly at a calm Jungkook, who is propping his shoulders up against the pillar. “It’s me again.” “Why are you here?” “For a change and a break from my usual life.” “You can look for that option elsewhere, but now, let me move on.” Taehyung is about to walk on, sidestepping Jungkook who is approaching him, but the latter turns around and stands beside him, after taking up the rhythm of his walking. “I allow it,” the demon says, continuing to walk beside him with a completely indifferent face. “Mind your own business, all right? If you’re here to fuck with my nerves, do it a little later, when I’ve got time for your chitchat.” “Let’s make a trade, then. I go on business with you and you ask for something in return.” “You don’t seem like you need it. You don’t care about me or what I do. Then why are you doing it?” Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, leaving an annoyed Taehyung without an answer, who smiles mockingly, looking right at him. Kim realizes that he’s not going to let go so easily, because he was probably forced to do it judging from what he heard in the car and the expression he’s standing there with. “Then I’m asking you a question.” “Go ahead.” “Why are you on Earth and not on our planet?” Jungkook smirked upon hearing the angel’s question and bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to give away his desire to send everything to hell. “Ask another question.” “Great. Are you still going to command and control what question gets asked?” “Just ask another question and we’ll move on. You’re holding yourself up.” “Sneaky fuck. How long have you been here?” “More than three years,” Jungkook replied, watching the irritation on Taehyung’s face change to surprise and his eyebrows creep upward, indicating that this really shocked and interested him. Kim just turns around and walks away, pondering the reason he had to live with humans for so long. Taehyung knows that he doesn’t belong on Earth, even if the meaning of his existence and the love of his life were here, even though his planet and this one are pretty much the same except for a few factors, and he won’t change his mind. Jungkook, who was expecting further questioning, is surprised that there wasn’t any, but doesn’t pay much attention to it and follows Kim. They walk for a very short time, passing literally a couple streets, and turn down to some building, which Taehyung enters first, not even bothering to hold the door for the demon who follows. He yells the name of a girl to the entire room, who, naturally, Jungkook doesn’t know. Apparently, the demon’s introverted soul has a new acquaintance to make. “Where are you hiding?” Taehyung shouted, trying to call out to the girl. “I’m here, blind,” Linda crawls out from under the table, shaking off the accumulated dust that had settled on her clothes. “I’m Shrek and this is my donkey Jungkook,” the girl laughed at first when she heard Taehyung call himself, but she didn’t laugh when she heard the donkey’s name. “Fuck, Ahyeon,” the demon cursed, letting his nickname slip past his ears as he stepped closer to the girl, who flared up like a match in a second, radiating negative energy. Just a little more, and lightning bolts would be blazing around her. “Dad’s looking everywhere for you. Everybody’s looking for you. And you’re hanging out with angels. Daddy’s got everybody on alert.” “Just try to tell him anything. I’ll kill you, believe me,” the girl threatened him through gritted teeth. “Yeah, yeah. You can threaten me all you want, but you’re coming home now,” Jungkook walks over to her and takes her hand and starts dragging her behind him, but she resists in every way possible. “Only if I’m with you, asshole.” “No way.” “So I’m staying here. My dad can send his dogs all he wants, but I’m not going anywhere. And you, if you want to lose me for a few more months, you can tell dad. He knows what he has to do to get me back. I’m good at hiding.” Jungkook stares at her with an exasperated look and exhales, trying to calm his desire to rip her to shreds. That rascal ran away from home a couple months ago, making everyone riddled with worry for her ass. Their father had enlisted many demons and hellhounds to find out where her majesty was missing, but nothing had worked. As soon as they hit her trail, it would dissolve and disappear almost immediately. “Family dramas. Mm, I don’t like to watch these, but I liked this one,” Taehyung walks over to them, interrupting their argument and standing next to Jungkook, who is still in a rage. “Why did you bring him with you?” The girl asked, still looking at her brother with an angry, hard stare. “Oh, right, I knew the donkey was your brother and you were the runaway princess.” “Now you’ll know. Also, I’m still Linda to you, not Ahyeon.” Taehyung honestly doesn’t give a shit what to call her, so he just shrugs, saying nothing in response. Jungkook is about to start his outrage again, but he’s interrupted by Angel, saying they don’t have time for bickering and squabbling and should move on. Linda comes to life almost immediately, intending to make Kim happy that the executioner of Hell had found out that he had finished off his apprentice after all. Not to say he was happy about it, so who-who-will-be-happy, but he needs to be very careful because one of Alastair’s apprentices is coming to him at his instruction. They leave, leaving a still emotional Linda alone, and walk to the subway, where, in fact, his assignment awaits him. On the way, Jungkook wonders how long he’s been in touch with his favorite sister and what their relationship is like, slightly implying that there’s something between them. Taehyung only raised his eyebrow questioningly and ignored his questions, thinking that he was in over his head. Yes, Ahyeon is a pretty girl, but her temper is something to behold. Kim and Jeon have paid their fare and are walking down the escalator, passing by people, finding this activity quite fun. The demon is silent about the fact that he has already ridden this moving staircase a lot of times, but he plays along with Taehyung, who likes a smooth descent down. The metro greets them with the noise of trains that slightly lay their ears, and the chatter of people who are in a hurry somewhere, pushing each other, trying to get into the subway that has almost closed the doors. “Where to next?” Jungkook asks, putting Kim in a slight stupor, and the angel would have answered if he knew what to do next. They walk back and forth on the subway, trying to scrutinize each person discreetly as much as they can. But they still catch evil glances from some people who pan them for peering. Taehyung suggests going somewhere and taking a break, having already gotten extremely tired of walking from one end to the other. Jungkook shares his opinion and moves towards a place to sit down first After they sat down, they just started shaking their heads from side to side, trying to find the slightest clue. After sitting like that for another ten minutes, they fall face down on their knees, complaining that there is nothing. But Taehyung is distracted by the vibrating phone in his pants pocket and pulls it out, after which he reacts slightly emotionally to the contents in it. “Do you know this station?” The angel shoves the phone in Jungkook’s face, showing him an additional message for his assignment. “Yes, it’s three stations from here. And this is our train,” Jungkook barely has time to finish the first sentence before the subway they need pulls up. They quickly get up from their seats and run to the car, climbing in at the last second before the doors close. They find themselves pressed against each other because of the sheer number of people who are just crowding and stomping on each other’s feet. Someone not far from them is cursing that there’s no room to sit down or just even turn around to get off at their station. Some man presses even closer to Taehyung, giving his ear a hot breath that makes Kim jerk inertially and press closer to Jungkook, who is standing with his back tight against the door. The demon twitched slightly from the unexpected grip on the belt that Kim holds so tightly in his hands. Jeon looks behind Taehyung and sees a man trying to rub his groin on the angel’s ass, forcing him to squeeze into the demon harder and harder, trying to avoid some kind of harassment. The demon grabbed Taehyung by the waist, pulling him possessively against him, closing the distance between them completely. Taehyung, being a little less than a head shorter than him, rests his nose against his shoulder, inhaling the pleasant masculine cologne. He shifts his hands from his belt to his hipbones, finding a sort of foothold in them, and holds on. The train stops at the next station, opens the doors, and lets out the herd, who bicker amongst themselves because of the crowding and collisions. They peel away from each other as they exit the carriage, letting other people pass. As people get out, they look around just in case, pretending that nothing just happened between them. When the wagon is half empty, people start piling in, trying to take the empty seats. Hunger Games. Jungkook and Taehyung are huddled against the door again, but they feel freer because there are a little less people than last time. Even so, that man still had the conscience to touch the angel with his hands, making him feel creepily uncomfortable. This made Jeon angry and started to slowly piss him off. The ultimate was when he saw the man using his hand to reach into Kim’s groin area, thinking it would give him pleasure. Jungkook grabs his hand, immediately meeting Taehyung’s surprised look and the asshole’s displeasure, and within seconds of two, the train car fills with the man’s screaming, in terrible pain from the burns the demon left him. People around him start turning around and don’t know what’s wrong, looking at the man’s bloody hand. At this time, the train pulls into the next station and opens the doors, letting people in and out. They use the same tactics to exit the carriage, releasing the passengers who are still turning around, as well as this man, whose hand is bleeding. An angel and a demon enter a half-empty train, and say nothing to each other, reaching the right station in silence. When they get out at the right place, they habitually begin to inspect the tunnel for the presence of something or someone dangerous. Coming closer to the bench, Taehyung quickly sits down on the edge in order to tie his shoelaces, which he is specifically tired of. Jungkook just stands by, waiting for him to deal with his problem. People are scurrying through the tunnel and there are a lot of them, as if there is an anthill here, and this makes the task that these two have set themselves so difficult. Jeon keeps looking around until he bumps into some guy who is suspicious with his strange behavior: he nervously turns his head back and forth and rummages through his bag, trying to find something. He looks toward the oncoming train and pulls his item out of his bag, sticking it on the floor next to the bench after a couple seconds. Jungkook starts to frown because this guy doesn’t inspire confidence, especially when he glued something to the ground. He sees the guy abruptly snap out of his seat and it gets to him. “Get down!” Jungkook shouts as loudly as he can, and then he pushes the uncomprehending Taehyung with both hands, causing him to fall to the floor on his stomach, hitting his chin lightly. And then lie on top of him, covering his body with hers. And a moment passed as the plates, parts of benches, parts of the arriving car and people flew into the air. A huge loud explosion resounds throughout the tunnel, causing people to fall to their knees with a shudder on the ground, losing the ability to stand. The explosion also hit the ceiling, from which plaster and pieces of concrete slabs began to fall on the people. There is screaming, crying, hysteria, blood and panic all around. All those who can run, run. Those who can’t, wait for help or say goodbye to their lives. One man was able to ruin the lives of more than a dozen people. Dust has risen upwards, preventing people from breathing the air without any particles. Jungkook rises up and pulls Taehyung, who has been under his weight the whole time. “What a carcass you are,” Kim stands with difficulty, trying to see everything around. They move away from their spot, stepping over debris, people’s bodies, people’s things, and cover their eyes with their hands, trying to protect them from the dirt. Taehyung follows Jungkook, who leads him towards the exit, and he tries not to let him out of his sight. Almost reaching the stairs Kim stumbles, getting caught on something, almost smacking his nose into Jeon. He turns around and sees the severed arm that served as a barrier to him. Angel turns away from it, holding back the urge to gag, covering his mouth with his hand. He feels like he’s paler than a grebe at the moment. Jungkook turns to Taehyung, whose head is slightly dizzy, and jerks his head up, asking what’s wrong. Kim only points a finger at the limb, trying not to look at it because the repeated sight of meat and blood is sure to provoke vomiting. “The hand just wanted to say hello,” Jungkook jokes, then turns around and starts climbing the stairs. They quickly make their way up the stairs, through the turnstiles and out into the street, where police, ambulances and firefighters are immediately in sight. People whose loved ones are possibly under the rubble walk around nervously, unable to find a place to be. They are stopped by investigators who ask them to testify and tell what was going on there. Of course, they agree and after answering all the questions they are about to leave, but they are invited to the courtroom on the grounds that they are witnesses. “Did they catch him?” Taehyung asks with undisguised surprise. “The one who planted the bomb? He turned himself in,” one of the investigators reports to him and walks away, leaving them in a state of shock. Not understanding the motive for his actions, they went to the courtroom to find out what punishment the perpetrator would receive. As they found out a couple of minutes ago, the defendant, after committing the terrorist act, immediately left the subway, raising his hands and hiding them behind his head. He was immediately tied up, waived his attorneys, and fully pleaded guilty. After the discussions, the judge enters the hall, taking his place of honor and attracting everyone’s attention. “Defendant, stand up,” the man stands up and looks directly at him. “Name.” “Min Mingyu,” the guilty man says loudly. At this moment, Taehyung seems to be losing the ground from under his feet. He stares straight at Mingyu, who is standing and calmly answering all the questions the judge asks him. He’s missed the whole trial, staring at one point and not even reacting to Jungkook, who touched him several times already by the shoulder. Stinging tears flow from his eyes — the tears of all those people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, who clung to life and prayed to everything in this world. They drip on his clothes, get into his mouth, but he can’t even wipe them away. Taehyung hates himself in this moment. Hates who he is. “The court decided to punish the defendant to the full extent of the sentence without the possibility of a different decision. The court has decided to sentence Min Mingyu to the death penalty,” the judge slams the sentencing folder shut and taps the gavel. Everyone rises from their seats and slowly leaves the room, leaving only the defendant under the supervision of the guards. Taehyung tells Jungkook to go without him, and he walks quickly toward Mingyu without waiting for his reaction. “Oh, another one. You want to ask me why I did it?” Before Kim can begin to speak, Mingyu interrupts him, trying to humiliate him with his facial expression and stare. “And I’ll tell you why. All you humans are worthless creatures who are nothing. You’re stuck-up creatures who only know how to complain about the bad life. You have so many opportunities to realize your dreams, ideas, plans, but all you know how to do is whine. You don’t want to do shit, you don’t appreciate anything around you. Lazy cocksuckers who blame everyone and everything for their failures in life. So I helped them, you know? Their lives were so horrible, and I helped them! I helped them!” At the last sentences, he starts yelling at the top of his voice, trying to grab Taehyung’s neck with his hand. He is restrained by the guards, having changed their minds about opening the door to the room with the bars. Angel hurriedly leaves the room, completely oblivious to Jungkook walking behind him, who has heard it all. They quickly leave the room and go outside, where a completely pale Taehyung breathes in the gusts of fresh air that bring him back to his senses. “Why me, Jungkook? Why should I be the one to save the man who ruined the lives of people who also wanted to live and enjoy the moment? — Taehyung doesn’t hide his tears that run down his cheeks in rivers. “Why should I save a person who doesn’t even regret his act, but thinks he helped them?” The demon watches as the angel weeps tearfully, having lost all hope of justice. He wipes away the endless tears with his sleeve, where every tear is the suffering of those people. Kim lives all the pain and experiences of those who just wanted to go home. Taehyung has met different monsters, different soulless creatures, and these are the kind of people who are part of the species. He could put different fuckers on that list, but the last thing he wants to do is put people on there because he doesn’t want to believe that they could be so ruthless. Jungkook doesn’t say any words of encouragement, nor does he try to support him by telling him that everything will be okay. He quietly walks over and wraps him in a hug, immediately feeling himself being clung to in return. He doesn’t care that snot and tears are already smeared on his clothes — it doesn’t matter at all. It’s his conscience rubbing against him because of his helplessness in this situation, where Taehyung is shaking so hard in his arms, where his chest is heaving at a hysterical pace. Chon strokes the man’s back lightly, trying to calm his tantrum and himself. After a couple minutes, Taehyung’s ragged breathing has come to something approaching normal. After Kim has completely calmed down, they drive to a place where there might be a “key” to this assignment that Angel is so reluctant to do. They take a cab to the right place pretty quickly and go inside, greeted by the workers in white coats. “Hello, we need a place or an office where all the data and certificates about mentally ill people are stored,” Taehyung asks, approaching the registration desk. The girl points to the staircase, telling them to go up to the third floor and find room 311, where they can find out the details of the person they need. They actually do so, not changing their route and going straight to the goal. They get to this office with a quick step, then knock and hear a quiet “come in” and enter. “What can I do for you, young people?” An elderly man in a white coat asked them, taking his eyes off his papers. “Do you have such a person, whose name is Min Mingyu?” Taehyung answers him, wanting to deal with everything that had accumulated today as quickly as possible. The man gets up from his seat and walks over to the stands with various folders that probably contain all the data. He asks them who they are, to which Jungkook replies that they are cousins, making up their relationship as he goes along. The man hums and pulls out the folder they need, which is probably the entire history of possible abnormalities and diseases. The man holds the folder out to them, telling them not to go anywhere and to read it here. They open it and flip through it, just looking through the pages until they get to the confirmation of the diagnosis. “It was diagnosed and confirmed by the head doctor of the mental health center that the patient Min Mingyu is mentally unstable, the man underwent an entire physical examination where all the signs approaching the third stage of schizophrenia were detected, in addition to which the patient suffers from frequent hallucinations.” Taehyung picks up the attached document and just looks at it, suppressing the urge to crumple it up and throw it into the nearest trash can. He doesn’t know if this will serve as a mitigation for his punishment, but inside everything screams and hopes that this bastard will be shot and he will leave this world with his vile face. Jungkook asks for permission for them to take this document with them, as it is a significant proof, but they receive the expected refusal Kim, wanting to deal with this as quickly as possible, indifferently and without a single emotion on his face, approaches him at arm’s length and suddenly asks him to look into his eyes, and catching his gaze quickly whispers some words, causing Jungkook to stumble into shock. The man gives them the paper as if nothing had happened, and he goes on with his business. They leave the office, getting ready to move on. They are scheduled to go to court again, so they will try to get there with a quick step to a cab. “What are you looking at? Is this the first time you’ve seen angels use their powers? Pretty much anyone can do it.” Jungkook doesn’t say anything, continuing to walk quietly by his side, immersed in his own thoughts. He doesn’t argue, just keeps walking, not responding to Taehyung’s questioning gaze. He doesn’t think it’s necessary to tell him that not all angels can do this, but only a few. The cab ride was tense, too, because the demon still couldn’t believe what had happened earlier, since angels who could affect a person’s mind and the person themselves were rare. Kim had asked him a couple times if he was okay, but he had refused, immediately turning the subject to Taehyung’s chin, which had been injured when he had fallen to the floor. Angel didn’t answer him, continuing to stare out the window. They ran to the judge’s office, interrupting his tea time, and from the doorway began to inform him that Mingyu was sick. Taehyung can’t tell you the disgust he felt as he explained everything to the judge, who looked over the diagnosis paper with his high-five eyes. Since no more than three hours had passed since the last trial, everyone involved in the case was summoned in quick order. Angel and the demon were asked to leave for a while to reach a final verdict. They waited for an hour or so for the verdict, and when the door to the office opened and the judge came out, they learned that he would have to go for treatment, and after that to the prison for the sick for a huge period of time. They talked with him for another ten minutes, listening to an angry tirade that despite the fact that he was not healthy, he still deserved the death penalty, believing that this was the only sure punishment for him. And Taehyung, unwilling to admit it, also agreed with him, but you can’t go against the law. After finally saying goodbye to the judge, they turn to the exit and see Mingyu being led by the elbow, trying to break free from a tight grip. “For someone like him, life after this is the cruelest punishment,” Jungkook says, resting his hand on his shoulder for comfort. Taehyung feels like crying at the slight burning sensation on his back, signifying a successfully completed task. He hates his essence. As they pass the defendant, they catch his mocking look, but not wanting to see that nasty look on his face again, they turn away. No sooner do they open the door they had successfully reached than Taehyung feels a searing pain under his left shoulder blade that intensifies with every millisecond, causing him terrible discomfort. As if in slow motion, he sees Jungkook panic and put his arm around his shoulders, shaking him slightly, while the guard who had fallen to the floor stands up and knocks the gun he had stolen seconds ago out of Mingyu’s hands. Kim’s hand gets under his clothes, feeling something roll down his back tickling his skin. He sees blood on his fingers, followed by a panicked demon who picks him up in his arms and runs outside to meet the ambulance. Next thing he knows, he loses consciousness, feeling Jeon’s trembling hands in his last seconds. It’s been three hours since the surgery where they extracted the bullet that stopped three centimeters from his heart. Both demon and angel know that such a thing wouldn’t have killed Taehyung, sending him to the next world, because what humans die from isn’t fatal to angels, demons, and so on. Even so, Jungkook still went back and forth the entire operation from to and fro, skinning his lips and worrying madly about him. He often looked out the window that gave a view of the doctors operating on Kim. And seeing the pale angel who lay unconscious, he felt guilty. When the doctor reported that everything was fine and he was lucky, he exhaled, feeling relief envelope him from head to toe. Jungkook walks into the room to see Taehyung, who is awake and watching something on TV without any interest. “I could smell your excitement from a mile away,” Kim said, turning his head toward the door where Jeon was standing. “Admit it, you’re in love with me, aren’t you? It’s to be expected. I’d be in love with me, too.” The demon chuckles slightly, coming closer and closer to the angel, who is lying in a hospital bed under an IV. He sits down on the edge, looking at Kim, whose face has already taken on a healthy color. “I’m glad you can make jokes.” “You make it sound like I was on the verge of death. Let’s figure out a way to get out of here, because the hole’s already healed like I was never shot. That’s gonna raise some questions, and you can’t blame that on rapid regeneration.” Jungkook suggests that he just take off without doing anything or planning anything, trying to get out of it somehow. That seems like the most viable option of all. Maybe, of course, they didn’t think of any other options, but who cares. But before disappearing without a trace, Jeon leaves to get himself some coffee and Kim some tea. Left alone in the chamber again, Taehyung covers his eyes, enjoying the quiet atmosphere around him. He’s naturally conscience-stricken about Mingyu, who instead of rotting in the ground is now hanging around somewhere in the hospital or in a cell. “I’m so fucking sick of you,” Angel said, startled by the sudden and out-of-nowhere appearance of another creature. “It’s so hard to just say something rather than wait for me to open my eyes and be scared shitless.” A man he doesn’t know fills the room with an enchanting laugh and slowly climbs down from the window sill, walking smoothly toward him and drawing a figure eight with his hips. He sits down next to Kim, smiling slyly and placing his hand gently on his. “Hey, baby,” he greets him, peering into his dark eyes with his own. “I’ve been looking for you. I wasn’t interested in you, though, not until you killed our fellow man.” “Come on, did you come from hell?” Taehyung wondered, looking at the very handsome guy sitting next to him and smiling as if he’d just stepped off the cover of a magazine. “Hmm, you could say that. Call me Park Jimin. You and I, my beautiful creature, will see each other many more times,” he playfully ran his thumb over Kim’s lips, wiping away the saliva. “The purpose of your coming here?” Taehyung asks, taking his hand. “To get acquainted, that’s one. To tell you that we won’t leave you behind is the second.” “I already know about the second one. You’ve already done the first, so you can get the hell out of here.” “How rude, sweetie,” Jimin pouts his lower lip, and then laughs gleefully, causing Taehyung to laugh in bewilderment. “Maybe I should really go, but I’ll see you again, don’t worry.” “It would be something to worry about.” Jimin moves closer to Kim, leaving millimeters between their faces and meeting his gaze, and then kisses him gently, finally shortening the distance between them, leaving some peach-scented lip gloss on his lips. “You want some food for thought? If angels and demons don’t die from human guns and bullets, then why did your parents die from a gun? — Jimin pulls away from him, leaving Taehyung in utter shock and misunderstanding over a brief kiss, and a question he hadn’t even considered. The doorknob clicks and Taehyung turns his head to see who’s there, and sees Jungkook walk in with two drinks, then tries to close the door with his busy hands almost spilling the drinks. He turns his head in the direction where Jimin was standing before and observes the emptiness without a single hint of another’s presence. Taehyung stares thoughtfully ahead, unresponsive to Jungkook calling out to him for the fifth time. “Is everything all right?” The demon asks, noticing the serious Taehyung, whose eyebrows were drawn together and whose gaze was filled with something resembling anger. “Yeah, let’s go,” Kim answers him, not even turning her head in his direction. Jungkook clearly senses something amiss, citing that something happened in his absence, but he’ll ask the angel about it later, for now they have to slip away from the doctors and nurses unnoticed without any trouble. He waits while Taehyung changes his clothes, picks up the things he needs, takes his tea and heads out, still not paying any attention to Jeon. The two of them successfully leave the ward, and then the hospital itself, causing the doctor to raise the entire ward’s ears when he sees the empty ward, as if no one had ever been here. He walks over to the hospital bed where the angel was lying after the operation and sees a piece of paper with “thank you” written on it.