light;
he repeats to himself.
“you will see the light of day again.”
maybe it kept him deluded. maybe sane. he had the utmost confidence that his partner would set him free. to even walk on the cold ground, feeling even the tiniest pebbles underneath his feet sink into his skin, would be enough to make him feel more alive than he’s ever been.
—
he laughs, out of sanity. the confinement isn’t much for him to even cling on, but god, when he sees vision of taehyung, it snaps him out of it. taehyung may have fallen to the pits of hell, but there’s no doubt that he’s an angel.
he does his job so well.
he falls asleep again.
—
it was an odd dream. he wasn’t at his kingdom, nor his room. instead, it was a very nice simplistic home. something that would you see right out of a minimalist catalog. the windows are vast, almost seem like they could reach up towards heaven. the living room and kitchen not that far apart from each other, but even with the area being simple, it had the sense of coziness. the owner knew how to have a nice touch, not to much, not too little. lagom.
he feels soft hands join his, and he makes a weak attempt to flinch but he knew who it was. he turns, his lover smiling at him so lovingly and he reaches out, stroking the back of his index finger towards taehyung’s cheeks.
“you came?” he says.
and the demon replies. “wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
said man closes his eyes at the touch, rubbing his cheek gently against the skin.
“i never wanna part from you.”
a pang hits his heart, oh forgive him. he broke his promise.
—
it’s a constant banging that comes but he doesn’t know where. inside his mind? the void? the atmosphere is definitely changing and his body tilts side to side. everything is seemingly red, then, stillness. he’s then reverted back to what he’s been used to and it smacks him awake, and he’s... back.
—
a black feather appears in the throne room, floating in the midst and it ever so gently falls onto the ground. it begins to glow, white specks filling the entire room and the area begins to shake. the books, papers on the desk whirls around and jimin runs inside to see the commotion but by the look in his eyes, he could never prepare for what he’s seen.
jungkook’s body flies in through a white circular tube, and he lands on his feet again, his stance a bit troubled. he blinks, seeing the floor to his throne room and he gasp. his gaze streaming around the territory and he falls and forward, body colliding with the ground. he doesn’t see or hear much, but he can hear the cries that follows when he does faint.
—
reunited with his bed, he sits up, his head in agony and in a second, he feels a pair of hands press down on his chest and tells him not to stir around too hard. he nods, laying back and closing his eyes. he knows who’s with him, and he inhales deeply. “where is he?”
“i’m not quite sure my lord, he’s been trying to find someone to bring you back, and i guess,” jimin snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. “he succeeded.”
jungkook knew. he didn’t have to second guess and he joins with him in the chuckles. he would go through lengths to be with him, but his body. he knows it’s not what it’s use to be, but he feels the sense of urgency to be with him. like his lover is hurt and he can’t shake it off his mind. the way they connected through the dreams, he know it’s possible to be connected the same with their body.
“please find him...” he whispers, his eyes failing him.
“please bring him back to me jimin.”