i will fight,
i will fight for you. (i always do until my heart is black and blue)
he failed.
he failed to conjur jungkook back to the real world, and he’s bleeding out by the minute. he’s not sure what’s hurting him more right now. the emptiness in his chest or the wound on his bloody right wing. joohyun, the alchemist he searched large and wide for, is holding him up, cursing aloud, finally sitting him down on a spare bed. “i’m so sorry, taehyung..” the woman musters, apologetic. she may not have liked the idea of helping a demon before, but getting to know him throughout the process made her realize he’s not so bad after all. noting the way he cared for his lover that he spoke much about, and yes, mentioning how jungkook is the king of hell didn’t make it any better for her, but he seemed too genuine when he spoke of the immortal.
she bandages him up, laying him down on his back with a grimace. “you’re in and out of consiousness, tae. i can’t let you return like this. you have to rest for at least a few days.” and the demon can’t protest.
he’s already knocked out.
- - -
his eyes flutter open on the third day, groggy and striken with a sharp pain when he attempts to sit up. his hand clutches onto the bandaged wing, wincing. he’s too weak. of course. the reason why he couldn’t revive his lover was because of his fragility. he has to laugh. how will he face jimin and yoongi now? the kingdom will despise taehyung for breaking a promise he thought he’d be able to keep. will his lover hate him too?
“you’re awake.”
he looks up, nodding, trying to stand up. his stance is wobbly and it only results in plopping back down on the mattress, hissing. joohyun sighs, pushing his forehead back with two fingers. “you need to take it easy. your wing is in badder shape than i thought. stop straining your body or you’ll never heal properly, idiot.”
“how much longer will this take? i have to get home soon. something is off, i feel it.”
“wait some more. healing takes it’s time.”
- - -
it’s been close to two weeks.
the day he can return peacefully to the underworld is one he was wishing for to come quickly. his wing healed as promised. he bids his new friend good bye, thanking her for everything and promising he’ll visit soon. the short female smiles, “take care of yourself, tae. i wish you luck on your journey.”
with a snap of a finger, taehyung teleports himself in front of the throne room and he sighs, the burden buried deep within, but that’s when he feels it. that familiar energy just past the two heavy doors. he wastes no time in shoving them open, making his presence known.
“taehyung!”
jimin throws himself onto the demon without warning, hugging him close. “where the hell have you been? we’ve been searching all over for you.”
he gulps, too entranced by the other person in the room, back turned to the pair, and his eyes begin to water. is he hallucinating? “i- i thought..” taehyung untangles himself from his best friend who’s smiling widely at him, eyes traveling from between the figure across the room and him.
taehyung strides over, his pace quickening when he finally reaches, his fingers on the other’s shoulder, forcing him to turn.
his eyes begin to water heavily, spotting that familiar face and cupping it with his hands to prove that he indeed is the real thing.
“you made it home. oh god, you’re home.”














