Taehyung is an Angel, a Broken angel and Jungkook is a, well...You'll see soon. Can they make their love work against everything standing in their way? Will they find themselves before everything is gone beyond the time to repair? Can they make their existence work?
THE ROUGH MIDNIGHT
The last light of the evening was gone when Jungkook just returned to his home, more precisely his and his husband's home, late in the evening exhausted from work. Truth to be told, they married secretly, just the two of them in a church. They exchanged the rings, both dressed in ivory suits in a simple European church, its murals giving a soft colourful glow to the interior passing the dainty sunlight. It was a peaceful quiet evening that time, each of them looking into their eyes lovingly, filled with happiness.
It was a beautiful day except for the fact that Jungkook was still sensitive about the subject of God due to the unjust things that happened to him. To Taehyung it looked more like an angry child ignoring his dad for not getting his favourite ice-cream. Even though the circumstances were far from being perfect, at that moment of gazing into his lover's eyes, Jungkook felt happy that the one he loves loves him back. He couldn't have asked for a more perfect wedding even if it were just the two of them, his heart booming with love and happiness for the other.
It's been seven months after their wedding but they both still had some moment of vulnerability they weren't comfortable to share. Of course it dint mean sex, god it was spectacular like Jungkook would swear by frequently. It was something about their whole existence, they refused to show each other the pain they held in themselves due to the other. To be exact, it was the subject about each other's characteristics of existence. What they were and what they held within themselves. Obviously they had these question even when they got married, they just chose to not to talk about the topic for the time being.
But today as Jungkook pushed opened the expensive wooden door, he sensed that the air felt different. Taehyung wasn't waiting for him to give a tight hug,whispering how much he missed him.
'Maybe he fell asleep or he isn't back home yet' he convinced himself. Dropping his bag on the table beside the couch, he made way to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle he went to the sofa and plopped down leaning back his head. He gulped down the contents and took a heavy breath in, sighing, closed his eyes and trying to relieve the stress.
'Taehyung~ah, I'm home' he announced but was met with silence. 'Where are you?' he voiced out loud to the empty room.
Wondering where Taehyung went, he rose from the seat and marched towards their bedroom. Pushing the door open, he barged in all the while saying 'Tae' making sure not to be too loud to wake him, in case his Tae was sleeping.
But unfortunately he couldn't find him there, he even checked under the bed and fuck, even in the closet. Jungkook started to get worried and tried calling tae, but the other's phone was left on the table near the bed, now ringing at full volume.
'Where did you go tae' he whispered to himself, worried.
He even went to the gym room in their house, in case Tae was too stressed and wanted to workout away his worries. But still none besides the equipments and Jungkook were present inside the huge hall.
Something clicked in his mind and rang to Yoongi, because yoongi was the only one Tae was close with. After full six rings, the call was picked up, a heavy muffled voice responding.
"What's with the ungodly hour call miss-little-bitch?" Yoongi questioned.
"Did-did you see taehyung today after I Left?" he asked, not wanting to panic the shorty Min Yoongi, completely ignoring the insult.
"No Jungkook. And you know how he goes off to his cocoon, check out there. And importantly you know he loves you too much to let you go. And finally, for fucks sake let me sleep " his voice boomed followed by a hang up beep, not even waiting for Jungkook's response.
Then it clicked to his mind, he knew where his Tae might be. He rushed to the Hall and opened the fake wall with a password too complex to remember. That's why he never thought that Taehyung would have gone there, tae frequently forgot this password, but this time he must have succeeded in his attempt to open the door without Jungkook's help.
He descended down to the room, a faint white glow shining through the room. But the source was not manmade and as soon as he saw the small crumpled little source, Jungkook rushed to the form wrapped in blankets.
After prying away the blankets, a layer of light surrounding the form was attacked by Jungkook's hands, even though they were unalarmingly pressed on the barrier, more like stroking on the barrier.
Within few seconds the barrier went down and Jungkook touched his boy's face, cupping his cheek.
'Tae' he whispered.
Taehyung was curled up as a ball, shirtless and his bottom coved only by a ¾ sweatpants. His skin was warm which one might assume due to the lack of air blocked previously by the blanket for two hours, but it wasn't true. Sweat beads were cascading down his bare chest, eyes closed and breaths coming in irregular puffs. It looked like Tae was sleeping, obviously having a nightmare.
'Wake up Taehyung~ah, it's okay, Im here...Wake up baby' Jungkook stirred the boy from sleep, crouching down to the ground.
Taehyung's eyes shot open taking in Jungkook's face and how he was murmuring over him and realized that it was all a nightmare and nothing more. He let out a whimper, casting down his eyes, clutching his lover's shirt. His eyes swirled with uncertainty and more dominantly pain.
It was true, his face crunched up looking like he was pain.
'I-i-it h-hu-urt-s-s' the petite boy whispered, giving way to a hiccup.
Jungkook was cooing over the boy and was confused with the answer. He didn't know what was hurting the boy until his hand went down on Taehyung's shoulders to make him sit on his lap. That was when he found something solid, rough and at some places soft. Then the realization hit Jungkook and he flipped Taehyung as soft as he could so he could have a look.
And there was it, just like Jungkook knew-The Angel's wings, the magnificent white wings. But what was painful about the sight was, the feathers were ripped leaving the wings tattered and damaged. Dark dried blood was covering the damaged places, with them being spread to the pure white feathers. What was even more horrible was the dark blood leaking from his lover's shoulder girdle, just where the Wings protruded from his body.
'NOO!' Jungkook shouted at the sight of some bare bones and bloodied feathers covering his lover's wings. He immediately rushed to Taehyung's side picking up his lover, careful not to hurt Taehyung's back even more and made way to their bedroom, with the wings dangling between the space of his two clutched hands.
'It's gonna be okay baby' he whispered in Taehyung's ears, while the boy in his hand was clutching on to his shirt and neck tightly.
' I'm here with you, I promise to take care of you, I promise Tae' he whispered over and over again like assuring a child. Taehyung let out a pained whimper burying his face in his lover's chest, occasionally letting out a hiccup, and breathed in and out in attempt to distract himself from the pain by smelling his heaven.
And yes, his heaven was Jeon-fuckin-Jungkook.
