3 Chapter Three: Nothing Good

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Every midnight, when the light was dim and nothing echoed except the cicadas. The wind howled outside, Seokjin sat on the long bench, the sweat-drenched his back even though it wasn't that hot at night. 

Before the altar, with his black attire, he prayed and prayed. Clasping his hand, eyes were closed tightly as if someone put glue between them.

The bell rang inside his mind, the left window opened and the cold wind touched the room without any warnings. Scattering sound and rustling from the dead leaf outside the garden, the nun sleeping in their dorm peacefully. 

He knew, in the end, the man would come and chase after him like always. Chasing after him like a wolf hunting after the white little lamb. 

Like in the past years. 

Since he was a toddler, the man was there to keep him safe. 

He thought that pretty man was his guardian angel at first, like the winged angels from the children's book; the one he often read for the children after the prayer ended but he was mistaken. 

The man with the prettiest boxy smile and a pair of huge black wings didn't come to protect him at all. 

Well, he did protect Seokjin from a lot of things, saving his life from drowning in the river back then when he was still too small to swim or when the horse almost stomped him after rampaging. 

But when he grew up and he noticed a lot of things, he was conflicted at first; the reason behind this creature to be together with him. 

Together with the dreams and the nightmares disturbing his sleep day by day. As he grew older and older, being a priest and dedicated his life, he learned a lot of things.

He learned that the so-called guardian angel, the black-winged creature; he came to murder him. 

" Seokjin, " the mentioned priest shuddered, clasping his hand and shut his eyes tighter, "I see you already recovered from the fever."

Right, Seokjin caught a high fever after he volunteered to help the people in the town, offering foods and drinks to the sick people when nobody dares to approach them. 

Offering a kind smile like the real saint, Seokjin wondered why this creature always knows little things about him, like a creepy stalker. 

"I'm so worried when you faint," the black wings soared to the night sky before the owner jumped into the church, the black feathers fluttering at the behind, "How's your day?" 

Asking Seokjin's condition as if the stranger didn't come unwelcomed like he was a friend of the priest. Jumping in with a bright smile and a melodious voice, a sin, a perfect definition of something forbidden; something he should avoid.

But the man before Seokjin was unavoidable, he knew about that pretty clear as he tried his best to control his breathing.

He didn't answer, mumbling prayers to the God and the angels, honestly, Seokjin thought they didn't exist at first. Religion was just a way to teach people to be good, using a figure to make people trust us more. 

But he won't forget the first night he found out the man who often came to the church possessed wings darker than any shade of blacks he knew.

Taehyung's wings were black, horrifying yet Seokjin found it to be pretty. 

The black feathers that caught his breath, stole them even, he was so stunned at his place the first time he saw them by his own eyes. Heart hammered to his chest, the painful stab behind his ribs, something inside him calling for Taehyung since he was a little kid.

"Why you came here?" he replied, Taehyung stopped before him, blocking his view completely. Seokjin looked up, his doe eyes calm and collected like he knew everything. 

Taehyung stood there, broad and tall like the man didn't want Seokjin to look at the altar behind him. Telling him to stop praying and focus only to him, for him, entirely. 

The black-winged man was silent for a moment before his stoic face broke into a thin smile, "is it wrong to see someone you love?"

Seokjin's broad shoulders tensed, he gazed at the perfect appearances of the man he fell for. It was unfair, how easy he slipped and ended up on Taehyung's palm, the winged man was just there and his soul already yearning for the other's touch; consciously or unconsciously. 

The priest shook his head, catching Taehyung's hand before he could touch his face. He used to yearn for those actions, finding solace when the man touch him.

He gazed at the sharp nails, the tips were mixed of a hue of black and red, beautiful yet deadly. Taehyung could easily rip open his fragile throat, blood would drench the church's chair and dirtied the floor. 

"You're not," Seokjin said, the man in front of him tilted his head, "you're not here for me," he looked straightly to Taehyung's sharp eyes. 

The priest rose his head, eyes glistened with unshed tears and Taehyung's whole body ached. Seokjin looked to his eyes with sad but understanding expression. 

He took a long breath, letting out a shaky one before he continued. The statement echoed loud and clean for their ears inside the empty church. 

"Not for me, but  your Seokjin. "

Suddenly all of the windows slammed open, Seokjin flinched from his place. He gasped loudly when Taehyung's hand caressed his cheek. 

He might be hallucinating, getting Goosebumps unstoppably. He unconsciously tried to make himself smaller before the black wings, blurring seeing dark mist spreading from Taehyung's body. 

The shadow crept under them, wrapping everything in darkness. Seokjin's crystal clear tears dripped down from his chin.

"Where?" the man said, too low but not a whisper, Seokjin closed his eyes; fingers pinching his thigh, "where you heard about that?"

Seokjin tried his best to stay calm, his hands trembled, "I know," he answered. When he glanced at Taehyung, he swore he saw the man's eyes glint with another colour no human possessed. 

"I know about him," Seokjin opened his mouth, counting one to ten and replay the sentences at least three times before he talks to Taehyung. Carefully putting word by word into one complete sentence. 

Taehyung's eyes glistened, flashing red and blue, an odd combination for a human but Taehyung wasn't a human. 

This Seokjin knew about that. 

"How?" the priest looked up, still sitting on the bench. His brown hair fluttered because of the night breeze, looking so pretty illuminated by the moonlight from the outside. 

"Dreams," Taehyung bit his lips, hands started to turn into claws. The one human's hand turned into inhumane, tragic how Seokjin still hope those claws would embrace him.

Seokjin grabbed Taehyung's wrist, "I thought it was from my mind, wanting to be with you; being closer as the day went by," he chuckled dryly. 

"It went for some weeks, happy and unreal," everything, every damn memory from the other flowing to Seokjin. Giving him sweet meals every night, a comforting lullaby that made him wanted to sleep sooner and wake up later. 

But it was never his dreams, Seokjin didn't own them. 

It was another of Seokjin's memories. 

The one who met the real Taehyung first, the one who was a prince but died in the hand of an executioner for protecting the black-winged man. 

Taehyung slammed the bench beside Seokjin, being crushed into pieces. The demon tilted Seokjin's head to face him. 

"I know you," Seokjin whispered, trembling but still having that confident and brave nature, "I  know  you from  him ."

Him, the love of Taehyung's life, the one who made him burnt down a whole town. Ripping and killing them who wronged  Seokjin  back then. 

"You're the one who named me when I was a baby wasn't?" Seokjin guessed, recalling the old nun who told someone with silver hair. 

Taehyung's black hair slowly changed into a silver colour, the one Seokjin believed to be the pretty shade his godmother talked about. 

"Seokjin," he said his name, but never truly his, "what a beautiful name," he whimpered, mixed with jealousy and pain, "but never really mine."

"It's yours."

After a while finally, Taehyung opened his mouth, a hand like a beast slowly touched Seokjin's wet cheek. They didn't suit the man's handsome face but Seokjin didn't find any problem with that.

"How?" the human croaked, "I'm not him," he said. 

Taehyung gazed at the familiar face, "you're," he replied, "but not fully," he added. 

Seokjin cast down his eyes, he didn't want to know the full story. 

"I can guess what you're here for," he said, Taehyung's eyes twitched, "since I didn't just get the memories from the  original Seokjin. "

The demon's figure became stiff once again, the human chuckled, "yes," he caught Taehyung's guard slipping, "I also got the memories from the  other me  who you  killed ."

Life after life, Seokjin after another Seokjin. 

He got them all, they made him realized that Taehyung wasn't here to protect him. 

He was here to take him, to collect him. 

"You're always there," he sang sadly, "and ironically we always fell for you."

Taehyung's body trembled and oh, how bad Seokjin wanted to pull him closer and shower the demon with chaste kisses. 

"Always the same age when my original died, you come and kill us."

Taehyung remained silent, though Seokjin wanted to hear his deep raspy voice again, so he asked. 

"I never get the chance to ask," he stood up, he was slightly taller than the silver-haired demon, "for what you collected us?"

Taehyung's eyes met him, gulping down, "because I need you," he said, walking closer to the human, "every single of you."

"Your soul, all of your souls are part of him."

All of them, the past and the Seokjin from other places were parts of the  original  Seokjin who Taehyung kept deep inside his place. 

"I need all of his souls, his soul that being scattered after that  damn incident ," the way Taehyung referred to the incident where he lost his beloved sounded poisonous, as of talking about that time made the demon wanted to throw up.

"For what?" Seokjin questioned, ignoring the human's instinct to run away. 

Taehyung's eyes watered, tears escaped his eyes as he leaned closer and embraced Seokjin with one of his hand, " to bring you back to life. "

To bring  your Seokjin  back to life, he corrected the demon inside his head. 

Closing his eyes, biting his plump lips and spilt crimson as he coughed up blood, Seokjin leaned closer to kiss Taehyung's jaw. 

He gasped, clawing at Taehyung's black coat, "y-you shouldn't do this, Taetae ..."

Taehyung knew he shouldn't. 

"You should sto-stop ..."  just if he can.

Nothing good would come when you do what you shouldn't do, Taehyung was sure that was every Seokjin always want to say.

A warning falls for deaf ears.

The claw pierced through his ribs, breaking the bone as easy as crushing twigs. His flesh ripped, blood painted the marble tiles. 

He started to lose consciousness, Taehyung's sobs and hiccups became a lullaby for him. The same lullaby that always playing every time  he died. 

Taehyung always cried every time he killed part of  Seokjin's souls  because no matter what they were his beloved. 

But he didn't have much time. 

His Seokjin already gone for too long and the chance to bring him back to his embrace was running out. He might lose the love of his life entirely and the demon couldn't deal with that. 

Even when his best friend; his brother, who used a form of a pretty man with plump lips and flirty eyes told him to  stop.

Taehyung won't stop, even when his brother Jimin, an angel who knew that nobody even powerful beings like them could control the cycle of life. 

The other Seokjin inside Taehyung's embraces became limp, eyes fluttering and fighting to keep awake though he wouldn't after several seconds. 

Seokjin whispered under his breath, incoherent words but Taehyung knew what he said. 

Just like what previous Seokjin said, the same one and the demon was sure the original Seokjin; his real lover would say the same thing. 

"I love you, always"

Taehyung watched the body went limp and the red blood dripped from his fingertips.