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He opens his eyes with a startle and the sun greets his face with warmth. A warmth that is always soothing and welcome. Once he gets out of the bed made of leaves the man walks to the mirror and looks at himself. He looks at the wings on his back. The wings were six in total, three on each side. The beautiful pure white wings with gold intertwined glimmer in the morning sun. The gold shimmered like threads were intertwined individually to each one of his feathers. All of the pure white with gold. 

He uses the water in the bowl that is sitting on top of the counter, under the mirror. The cold water comes in contact with his face and the man immediately feels better. He looks at the blond mop of hair on top of his head. The man sighs and walks out. Plants welcome him, feeling safe and comfort radiating from the man naturally.

He walks out of his little cottage and lets his wings stretch after so many hours cramped up. The wings fluttered and stretched while doing that small particles of gold fell off his wings. The gold dimmed down on his wings but a second later it regenerated to the shimmer it usually has. 

Just standing outside and listening to the wind whisper good morning to everyone and everything. They sounded excited. For what? Only they knew. The Pure didn’t want to question them yet. It was still early, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon. He should check on-

“Jin-Hyung!” someone suddenly yells. Mentioned Pure turns his head and looks for the one calling his name. The plants curl in on themselves scared of the sudden voice and hides. Seokjin shakes his head and gives out a calming aura to coat the plants to uncurl themselves.

“Seriously, how is everything light can you wake up so early every morning?” Yoongi said once he was close enough. “Teach me your ways, please?” Seokjin just snorts.

“As I’ve told you before Yoongi-ya, patience, and training.” He continues cutting Yoongi off. “It comes with centuries of training, not just something you can do within decades, you will get there soon Yoongi.” Seokjin smiles at his friend. Yoongi just shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath too quiet for Seokjin to hear. The Pure ignores the younger one, deciding he should look after his garden.

“I’m going to go and check on the garden, see how everyone is.” as the older of the two Puries finished his sentence his wings fluttered to life and carried him to the wanted location. The younger Pure just shook his head and walked to his own little safe space. 

Seokjin always prided himself on how gracefully and smoothly he could land. It wasn’t always easy for him, but having centuries to practice did help him. No Pure could properly control their landing in their first thousand years of existence. If anyone said they could immediately, they are lying, which would hurt them.

As a Pure, they could not lie. It would physically hurt them, but depending on the lie the pain will differentiate in intensity and where it will appear. A white lie will feel like a small shock anywhere on a Pure body. A more serious lie is much more serious and more harmful to them.

When Seokjin had landed gracefully, the trees moved so he could walk into his little garden. The wind blew the leaves as a welcome to the Pure. Every Pure has a connection to nature and everything living, but they can choose how connected to nature they want to be, and if they want it to have a broad but more limited connection or a specific and deep connection.

The Pure in question had decided to be more in-depth with his connection to nature. He wanted to be close and understand the plants. To communicate with the threes and listen to the whispers of the wind in the morning. Every Pure can hear the faint whispers of the wind and understand the animals but Seokjin could sing with the wind and dance with the trees.

Walking a few steps by the trees, a clearing opened. Sun rays shining on the plants like a warm morning. The magic in the air was strong, yet it welcomed the Pure with familiarity. Seokjin took a deep breath in smelling the magic and all the different scents in the air around him emitted from the flowers.

After working with his garden and talking to the plants, gossiping about what scandalous things other magical beings have done. As Seokjin was giggling after a Gladiolus told a rumor about a fae couple that left the other plants speechless, a whisper could be heard. Everything went quiet. Seokjin’s wings stiffened, ready to take flight if needed. The Pure strained his hearing to listen if the whisper came back. After two minutes of silence, he just shook his head thinking it was just the wind playing with him again. The rest of his time there was uneventful.

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Flying back to his small cottage Seokjin couldn’t shake off the weird feeling and how his wing stiffened hearing the whisper. Maybe asking Yoongi if the animals heard or felt something at that time. With that thought in mind, the Pure changed direction and flew to his only trusted friend and Pure, Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi was just a couple of centuries old. His wings were smaller than Seokjin’s. The older a Pure would get the bigger their wings would grow. Instead of gold intertwined in his wings, Yoongi had silver with hints of blue intertwined in his wings.

Mentioned Pure was sitting on a rock by the Old River. Yoongi was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear his older friend’s land. 

“Yoongi-ya~” The mentioned Pure jumped at the voice calling his name, wings stiffened and ready to fly from a threat if needed. Seeing his older friend all tension washed away from his body with the sound of the river. Seokjin howled in laughter at his younger friend’s reaction. After a few minutes of the oldest laughing and the younger glaring at him, Seokjin managed to calm down.

“I’m sorry Yoongs, I didn’t know you were so gone from here, what were you thinking about by the way?” 

“Are you really sorry Hyung?” the younger Pure looked suspicious at his Hyung, who was still occasionally giggling. The giggling Pure nodded at the question while trying to compose himself.

“Now that you are here, I was thinking about something I heard the animals talk about earlier,” Yoongi only got a question glance from Seokjin. “Something about a presence making them uneasy, like a weak whisper. None of them could figure out what was said so no point in asking about that. All they say was they felt uneasy, but also it had a raw power to it too. Do you know what it could be, Hyung?”

Seokjin took a few seconds to let the information sink in. The animals had felt it too then. It wasn’t just him and the plants. Maybe he could go and ask the plants at the ancient temple, if something is wrong they will maybe have some information. Realizing he hadn’t answered the younger, Seokjin shook his head while lightly shrugging his shoulders. 

“Sorry Yoongs, I actually came to ask you about the same thing. Maybe it isn’t anything serious.”

None of them said anything after that. The gut feeling the older had said otherwise but he didn’t want to think about all of the possibilities yet.

Not wanting to confirm his suspicions yet, Seokjin tucked the former plans he made in the back of his mind. He sits down beside the younger Pure, looking at the Old River. Looking at the water flowing so effortlessly and how the fishes swim with the water. Working together. Like the magic running through Seokjin. Running through his veins, leading to the tips of the feathers of his wings. Mentioned wings flutter instinctively.

After sitting in silence for a while Seokjin retells the scandalous story about the fae couple leaving Yoongi with his jaw on the ground.

“Are you sure? Maybe they are the ones trying to spread rumors? You know this wouldn’t be the first time, Hyung.” Yoongi the ever skeptic of the duo said looking at his Hyung.

Mentioned Hyung shakes his head at the younger skeptic.

“I thought so at first if it was the hyacinths were the ones telling the story but it wasn’t them, that’s I know it wasn’t a prank or a joke.” 

The younger of the duo keeps quiet, getting lost in his thoughts. 

“Maybe it isn’t…” he trails off, none of them say anything more and just enjoy each other’s presence in silence while watching the old river. Thanks to the Old river the two Puries felt a calm wash over them and that was good enough or now.

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“What a lovely face, they have kept you all for themselves, how selfish.” the voice tutted. No silhouette nor shadow in sight just pure darkness. 

“No use trying to escape, little one. Do you not want to spend some time alone with me ?” the voice sneered. A shudder racked through the whole body, wings tensed, whole body rigid and ready to fight if it would come to it. He winched. He looked back at his wings and saw they were ruffled and some feathers were bent. Maniacal laughter could be heard.

“Soon, an-”

Gasp. A huge gulp of air. Seokjin woke up with his whole body covered in sweat. His little cottage was trashed inside. It looked like someone bombed the inside. It was a mess, a complete contrast to the usual neat and perfectly organized room it usually was. 

Sitting up, Seokjin made a grimace feeling pain shoot from his left wings to his spine. He quickly looked at the said left wings and saw most of the pure white feathers were ruffled and some even bent. Sucking in a sharp breath the Pure got up and quickly went to his mirror to properly see the damage to his left wings. 

Sighing and realizing he had to ask for help to heal his wings, Seokjin walked out of his cottage and put a protective spell on the door just for his mind to be at peace. Once the spell was done he started walking towards the Old river. 

It seemed like the time to get to his desired destination was taking longer than usual. The walk felt like forever for Seokjin. Maybe because he always flys everywhere when he can and the one time he can’t fly his destination is a long walk from his small home. Sighing for the nth time of the day he continued to his walk to the Old river. 

The forest around the Old river on the right was lively, full of life, lush green vegetation, and harmony but on the left was the complete opposite. The trees were dead, no leaves, none of the flourishing of life. But the spirits of the Old river were on both sides. No one knew how the spirits got there and how they function because they have always been there. 

Multiple spirits are speaking in multiple tounges in the Old River. Luckily all Puries can understand the tounges they speak in but have to learn the languages to speak them.

There is a tale about a Pure that once asked the spirits about their origins and why they were at the Old River. No one knows if the Pure got an answer, if they did it was so bad that the Pure was banished. No longer a Pure. It scared every single Puries in existence to not ask the spirits but to respect them. 

After what felt like forever but was probably just twenty minutes, Seokjin had arrived on the right side of the Old River. He felt the calm wash over him again. A deep breath and he walked towards the water. 

He sat down on his knees and looked at his reflection, it looked slightly warped due to the water flowing in the river. 

“Was willst du, Pure?”( What do you want, Pure? ) distorted voices asked him, almost sounding like an echo but with different voices and tones.

“I-... My wings were hurt after a dream I had and I-“ he was cut off by the voices.

“Hva?! Hvordan er det mulig?” ( What?! How is it possible? ) the distorted, disembodied voices sounded frantic. 

“ليس من المفترض أن يكون هذا ممكنًا”

( It’s not supposed to be possible ) a couple of hums in an agreement can be heard by the Old River.

“Det kan inte vara honom, eller hur?” ( It can’t be him, right? ) sounded even more frantic, a higher-pitched voice was more dominating in the distorted voices.

“Han er den eneste som kan gjøre noe som det.“ ( He’s the only one that can do something like that. ) they conversed within themselves.

Their physical vessels slowly showing themselves while the spirits were in distress. Seokjin just sat there completely speechless and clueless as to who ‘he’ was. He knew no one who could do what had happened to his wings. He frowned to himself.

“Aber wie? Er kann nicht diese stark sein!” ( But how?! He can’t be this strong ) Seokjin didn’t dare to interrupt them, they are powerful spirits that can banish him after all. 

As if they suddenly remember that poor Seokjin was sitting on his knees with three wings in pain. A couple of voices clear their throats within their vessels and turn to the Pure who asked for help.

“We can help you, Pure, but you can’t tell anyone about how it happened only us, do you understand?” one of the spirits turns to look at him sternly and their arms on their hips. 

Seokjin quickly nodded and let out a quick ‘I understand’. Another spirit with a vessel walked toward Seokjin’s hurt wings to examine them. 

It felt weird. It felt like silk and water touching his wings. Seokjin shivered and his wings fluttered slightly to show his emotions. Immediately after the Pure winched when pain shot from his wings to his back again. The spirits touch was weird but not uncomfortable, powerful but not too overwhelming, safe but strong, fluid but sure.

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The next couple of days are uneventful. Yet, Seokjin felt like he had forgotten something, but he could not for the light of him remember what he was forgetting. Something important. Something vital. Something-

He remembers the feeling of the spirits when they healed his wings. Now when the sun hits his left wings they seem to glimmer even more gold than normal. It was weird looking at his wings in the mirror. One side is more demanding of attention than the other. He couldn’t decide if he liked the new look on his left wings or not. Objectively it did look better with more gold but with just one side it seems— lacking. 

So deep in his thoughts only to be dragged out by a knock on his door. He frowns at the door not expecting any visitors. Yoongi was going to be busy the whole day, he said so himself, and the other Puries knew better than to visit unannounced, plus he wasn’t close to anyone besides Yoongi.

Sighing to himself, he seems to do that a lot lately, he walks towards the door. Before opening, he quickly looks around his cottage. He may not be expecting anyone, but he still likes it to be clean if anyone would come over to visit. After deciding that it was clean enough for guests he opened the door only to be met with a gust of cold wind. He closed his eyes, to shield them, not expecting the wind. 

The next time he opened up his eyes it was dark all around him. Everywhere Seokjin looked it was darkness. The darkness seemed endless. It was like he was floating, yet he could feel something sturdy under his feet. The darkness surrounding felt suffocating. If he was an angel he would be on the ground screaming in agony. Thankfully he was not an angel, and it just felt uncomfortable and suffocating. While it was uncomfortable and suffocating, all of his instincts were yelling at him. Danger, danger, danger. Walk away, run away, fly away. Getaway, getaway, getaway.  

Blinking several times trying to see through the darkness, he still couldn’t see the shadow moving around him. Not until he heard a malicious voice right by his left ear chuckling at his poor attempt to look around. To find the source of the voice.

“What a pretty little thing, huh?” the voice chuckled again. “All scared and confused.” Now it was just blatantly mocking Seokjin, who glared into the nothingness of the dark. 

The voice fit right into the darkness. Almost like it was born from it. Yet it had a slightly higher pitch. It was still impossible to know which gendered pronoun the voice would prefer.

His wings were stiff, ready to fly, but they seemed frozen. Seokjin frowned. The voice tutted in fake disappointment.

“You can’t fly away from me, little one.” the voice growled at him disgusted. Seokjin scoffed and crossed his arms. 

“Obviously I can’t! You have put a spell that has frozen my wings. Now can you just tell me what you want, I really don’t have the patience for this today.” It wasn’t like Seokjin to talk or act like this but everything has been so weird lately and he didn’t like it. He wanted the normalcy back. He didn’t want the stupid omnibus whispers or unexplainable feeling of dread when he wakes up startled by something in his dream that he could not remember. 

Seokjin wanted to wake up happy, relaxed, and warm, not scared, and sweaty with ruffled wings because it hurt so bad. He also couldn’t ignore his duties. Those were important, not just for him.

Puries liked order. Liked it when everything was following the will of Nature. The darkness did not follow the will of Nature. It lived its own life, played by its own rules.

Suddenly everything was blurry and he was back at his cottage. Confused at the sudden change of scenery he blinked several times. Shocked, he looked around himself. His cottage. He was back at his cottage. If his eyes got any bigger they would’ve popped out of his head. Shaking his head trying to get rid of the feeling of darkness all over him. He felt it creep up his wings but when he turned to look it was just his pure white wings with gold intertwined. 

Taking a deep breath he went to his small personal library and stared at the pile of paper beginning to stack up. Oh dear, this will take the whole day.  

And the whole day it took, once he was on the second last paper he looked out the window on this left. The sun had already set and it was dark outside. It really had taken the whole day. 

Finishing the last of his work he stood up and his wings fluttered. Protesting. Not at all pleased with being cramped up and held back by a chair for so many hours. Seokjin quickly went outside so his wings could properly stretch and expand before going to bed. He had an important meeting tomorrow. He could not mess it up. If he did, a lot would be at stake, in the worst case his life would be on the line. 

Getting out of his daily clothes and into an oversized shirt made for Puries he walked to the bowl of water to quickly rinse his face before going to bed. Right before sitting down on the leaves, his stomach grumbled. Frowning Seokjin tried to remember when he had last eaten. The realization hit him. He hadn’t eaten this month! 

Scrambling to get out of his cottage, the Pure missed the glass filled with his food on his bedside table. He ran and gave one jump trusting his wings to fly him where he needed. Indeed they did. Seokjin and his wings had a deep trust in each other which made this easier for Seokjin. 

Arriving on the right side of the Old river Seokjin nearly fell flat on his face in his rush to get some nutrition. The Old river’s water was shining with the moonlight reflecting on the surface. He would’ve taken time to admire the sight but he was so hungry that the thought wasn’t even in his mind. 

Quickly sitting on the edge of the river he could see the difference between normal water and the water flowing in the Old River. He quickly and quietly chanted the needed words before cupping his hand, and gathered some on the water to lift it up to his face and drank it. 

Slowly, almost like when the spirits healed his wings, a calming sensation flowed through his body and quenched his hunger. Letting out a soft breath he felt himself begging to feel more and more drowsy. Seokjin tried to stand up to walk to his cottage but his legs would not listen to his brain commands. The Pure could barely hold his eyes open and surely everything around became quiet. The Pure had passed out by the Old River.

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The birds sounded frantic. It didn’t sound like the welcome chirping that he was used to in the mornings. The air felt cold. It was too quiet. Way too quiet. 

The Pure woke up started at the realization. When he looked around himself he understood why. He was on the wrong side of the Old River. Seokjin, a Pure, was on the left side of the Old River. 

It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over his head. No Pure has ever dared to be on the left side of the Old River. Seokjin starts to panic because he’s not supposed to be there at all. He’s supposed to be in his cottage waking up to the sun on his face, warming him up, and getting him ready for the day. But yet he woke up on the left side of the Old River. The dark, cold, and lifeless side. It looked devoid of life. The trees looked dead, so did the grass. It looked depressing. 

As the blond pure was about to stand up and fly to his home something grabbed a hold of his ankle. It was cold. Before he could let out a scream or cry of help he was dragged down into the ground, into the darkness. 

Air. Need air. Can’t breathe.  

Eyes snapping open, Seokjin started thrashing around trying to get himself free from whatever was trapping him. His back was hurting. Stiffening in alarm, he turned his head to look at his wings, which were covered in what looked like tentacles made out of the darkness. He could feel the darkness try to seep into his wings. The blond pure started thrashing again until he was forcefully stopped. 

“I have caught you now, little one,” the now somewhat familiar yet unknown voice said. Now Seokjin could feel the owner of the voice, he could feel their power swirling around. It was strong, really strong.

Seokjin tried to wriggle his arms away from the tentacle-like darkness that had him trapped. The tentacles responded by squeezing harder on his arms and ankles. He let out a little yelp. His magic wasn’t as strong here — wherever here was. 

“Show yourself, you coward!” he shouted to the darkness where he could feel the magic was the strongest.

Suddenly there was light around him. The tentacles-like things that seemed like they were made out of the darkness were actually just chains that responded to the other presence’s magic. 

Seokjins eyes fell on the other being that stood two meters away from him and gasped. The other being smirked at the Pure like it was satisfied with the reaction. 

“Can you guess what I am, you creature of light?”

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“Well, obviously you are a creature of darkness.” Seokjin wasn’t like this but this creature in front of him was seriously getting on his nerves. 

This is the one that has turned his life upside down and backward up. The Pure was not happy with that. He was close to starting a whole rant about how mad he was at the creature and the consequences the blonde will face once he gets back to his side of the Old River.  Seokjin opened his mouth to give the creature of darkness his mind but was interrupted.

“I didn’t think angels were sassy,” the creature chuckled “but yes, I am, more specifically, I am a demon. The name is Jimin, angel.” The creature called Jimin said with a smirk.

Jimin had blue hair, it was styled backward and showed he had undercut as well. Jimin was dressed in a black turtleneck that seemed a little too tight in some places. The demon wore black leather pants with polished shoes, which were also black. He seriously went for the stereotypical demon. Seokjin chuckles inwardly at his observation. It took a while before the information sunk in for the Pure. Hold on—

“Did you just call me ‘angel’?” The blonde’s voice was deadly serious. Jimin slightly shivered, it reminded him of his ‘boss’ when he fucked up something, mostly papers. Because who the hell liked to read and write progress reports on creatures of the darkness for hours. It was boring. Jimin liked the action, especially when he can mess around the human realm. He could feel a deadly glare from the creature of light in front of him. He should maybe answer.

“Well yeah,” he shrugged, “isn’t that what you are? You know, white wings, holy and light, the above others. Isn’t that what you guys are?” The blue-haired demon was genuinely confused at the creature in front of him. Was he not an angel? Wasn’t the creature opposite of him? Angels are the opposite of demons, right? 

Jimin looked at the blonde-haired wings again. The wings shifted slightly, wanting to get rid of the darkness surrounding them. When they moved Jimin saw it. The gold glimmer intertwined in the pure white feathers. Wait, the blonde didn’t have just two wings but six, three on each side. He had never heard of an angel with six wings, and with gold intertwined into the feathers. 

“Do not call or group me with those stuck-up idiots.” The voice the-not-angel used was flat but serious. Jimin’s eyes were wide and he nodded quickly, almost scared of the creature in front of him. He gulped, still slightly frightened before opening his mouth to speak before he was cut off.

“Also, who in the universe of all creatures are you calling ‘little one’ when you are so tiny, your horns make you look even tinier. Almost pocket-sized.” the-not-angel said, chuckling while thinking of his own almost-pocked-sized friend.

The-not-angel did not just call him pocket-sized. It’s enough that Jungkook teases him, now another one. He was gonna give this creature a piece of his mind. He was going to do that but, again, he was cut off by the other.

“I am a Pure, different from an angel, thank you very much, mini demon.” 

The nerve of this not-angel— Pure. 

A puff of smoke suddenly appeared and brought forth another demon. It didn’t have the same powerful aura as Jimin, so it was probably a demon of a lower rank. The newly arrived demon didn’t have any distinct features at first glance in the dimly lit place Seokjin was held, hostage. But after squinting the blond could see a scar tracing from his lips and down his chest, probably even lower than what the clothes allow to show. The mop of hair on the demon wasn’t any extraordinary color as Jimin, it was just a regular chestnut brown color. 

The unnamed demon looked nervous if the shaking hands wasn’t an obvious giveaway. The demon was tense and shoulders raised higher than normal. A hard swallow could be heard in the quiet space the three were in. The demon opened and closed their mouth several times, licked their lips, and repeated the process. Shaking their head, seemingly irritated that the words won’t come out, making the brown hair fall in front of their eyes. The blue-haired seemed annoyed at the other demon, almost impatient.

“Spit it out.” 

“W-well, S-S-Sir. The-The progress- the progress report, it was um…” the words gradually got quieter the more the scarred demon talked until they were mumbling. Jimin raised an eyebrow, jaw tightening, obviously annoyed and done with the nervous demon. 

“Just fucking say it or do I have to dig through your head for it.” Jimin used the same tone as Seokjin had earlier. 

His aura seemed darker, so did the room, colder too. The chains holding the Pure tightened as a response by its wielder. The nervous demon paled once Jimin’s words had sunk in. At first, it may sound like a threat but it is a promise. The lower-ranked demon shook their head, trembling.

“S-sir, the pro-progress report was l-lo-lost i-”

“It was what?” a dark voice boomed. It came from Jimin, who was obviously angered at the revelation. 

“It was lost by the river, s-someone too-took s-stole it.” 

“Then what the fuck are you doing here? Go and get it back!” 

The chains tightened, even more, his wings hurt so bad the Pure let out a hiss of pain. This caused the two demons to look at what made the noise. 

“I-it was stolen b-b-by someone li-like h-him, S-sir!” the nervous demon stuttered while pointing at Seokjin who had his eyes screwed shut because of the pain his wings were in. They were sensitive. Really sensitive. Closing his eyes was a really stupid idea, the pain felt even worse with his eyes shut. It felt like flames were creeping up his wings, taking its time making sure each feather felt its fury.

Opening his eyes and letting out a yell, the two demons were obviously startled by the sudden yell from the Pure who had been quiet ever since the scarred demon arrived. Jimin looked at the Pure and saw his face scrunched up in what, he didn’t have time to decipher.

“S-Stop, please! It h-hu-hurts!” The Pure wailed, the pain too much, tears quickly forming and falling from his eyes. The blue-haired demon had forgotten about the chains that held the Pure captive. He had also lost control over his magic while getting agitated at the lower-ranked demon’s incompetence. He released the Pure from the chains causing said Pure to fall to the ground on his knees. His pure white wings cupped round the Pure as to protect him. Quiet sobs could be heard from the blonde Pure.

“You said someone like him, didn’t you?” Jimin looked at the other demon who nodded quickly in response. 

“W-wait, they di-didn’t have as m-many wings as hi-h-him,” the scarred demon said, confused, “and I don’t think they had g-gold in their w-wings.” The stuttering was just as bad as when the demon had first appeared. 

The blond Pure was completely oblivious to the conversation shared between the two demons, the pain too much for him. There wasn’t anything living near him that could help him heal from the pain in his wings. The fire of pain continued to consume his wings, it was now on the verge of consuming his whole body. 

Seokjin curled more into himself, his wings that were covering him tighten around him. This caused him to sob harder from the pain. He needed his plants. They would give him the energy to heal. To make the pain go away. Seokjin could feel himself slipping from consciousness, slowly, oh so slowly, like leaves falling from the trees when autumn arrives.

 His fingers felt cold like the winter wind had kissed them individually. His feet felt numb. The pain was too much. Too much for him to handle. Too much for him, who had been alive for hundreds of centuries. Too much for his wings. Too much. Too much—

Nothing.

The pain was suddenly gone. The flame of pain crawling up his wings was suddenly washed away. Washed away by coldness. Not the friendly kind of kindness, no, the harsh coldness that bites any exposed skin. The coldness sinks its teeth into Seokjin’s wings. Seeping deep, deep down to his bones, to his magic. He could feel his magic grow colder too. In fact, the whole room was growing colder by the second. 

The two demons who were previously engrossed in their conversation were unbelievably quiet. Like the presence that was slowly making itself known was terrifying. 

Feeling his fingers, toes, and even wings growing numb, he called upon his own magic that was still warm. Slowly letting it seep through him, warming him up. The Pure closed his eyes in concentration. Seokjin was completely oblivious to what was happening in front of him. Too focused on letting his magic warm him and healing his wings. It was slow. No living plant was close by, and his wings were sore after what he just went through. After a while, the pain and coldness were gone and the blonde Pure felt finally lighter. 

His skin was glowing, so was the gold intertwined individually to each of his feathers. His magic was blooming like a flower in the sun in the middle of spring. Greeting the sun on a new warm day in the spring. His magic was overflowing and swirling around him. A subtle dust of gold surrounding the Pure.

Seokjin finally let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. The two demons who had previously completely ignored him were now staring at him in shock. If their eyes got any bigger they would surely pop out of their sockets. The lesser demon’s jaw was slack, if it was possible, it would be on the ground. While Jimin was just looking at the blonde in shock, completely frozen. Seokjin wasn’t sure if the blue-headed demon was frozen from shock or the cold or maybe both. He could still feel the coldness around him but thankfully his magic was keeping it away, still warming the blonde. 

Seokjin looked more closely at their faces and realized they weren’t looking at him but rather behind him. Then all at once, he felt it. The source of the sudden coldness in the little space they were in. The cold presence was right behind him. Only a breath away from him. He froze, but his wings did not. Not agreeing with the Pure’s response they opened fully showing their full size. 

This was his wings trying to intimidate the presence behind him, trying to show “ look, I’m old and I’m strong! Don’t mess with me! ” It was a defensive response that some Puries had. Not all of them. They weren’t created to fight but their wings would protect them if they felt the need. 

It seemed to work on the two demons in front of him who took a cautious step back, trying to get as much distance between them and the Pure. They had not realized the actual size of his wings and may have underestimated him. But the cold presence behind him was not scared by this tactic. Instead, he heard a scoff.

“What is a Pure doing here?” He heard the presence speak behind him. The voice gruff, and demanding. He could feel the authority the voice carried effortlessly. Only by hearing the voice Seokjin already knew this presence held a lot of power here.

The two demons in front of Seokjin were still quiet. The unnamed brown-haired demon was now shaking, seemingly paralyzed. The voice behind Seokjin sighed.

“What are you doing here, Pure?” the voice sounded like it wanted to get rid of Seokjin as quickly as they could. He couldn’t agree more with the voice, he wanted to leave this place as quickly as he could. Clearing his throat he answered.

“I was dragged down here by the blue-headed demon there,” he nodded towards Jimin, wanting to leave quickly, “and strung in the air while those who were in a conversation, I have no idea where I am.” 

A disappointed sigh was heard behind him, Seokjin made the move to turn around but was stopped by the voice. He really wanted to see how the owner of the voice looked like. 

“No, don’t. I’ll- I’ll let you go. Just never ever come back, Pure.” The voice spat out, almost like the Pure brought the voice pain. 

The Pure’s wings folded themselves on his back once he realized what the voice had said. He would gladly never come back here. Ever. 

//

Yoongi had been worried sick. Seokjin wasn’t in his cottage. The door was slightly open when Yoongi had arrived at his friend’s cottage so he had walked in expecting to see the older Pure lying on his layer of leaves, sleeping. But that was not what had greeted him. Nothing had greeted him at all. The cottage was completely empty, the owner nowhere to be found. The only trace was that he had left in a hurry. To where? Yoongi had no idea. 

This was bad. Really bad. Seokjin had a meeting today which was super important. Neither of them knew why but the superiors had said so. Yoongi had frowned when Seokjin had told him but said nothing to his friend. It was suspicious. Yoongi had never really trusted the so-called ‘superiors’. They all gave him an uneasy feeling. Seokjin had told him he was just really pessimistic and didn’t trust anyone easily, which was true to an extent. But he got a different feeling about them. Something was not right. 

He needed to find Seokjin. This meeting was supposed to help them all in the long run. Oh, dear. This was not good. The meeting was going to begin once the sun hit the spear, which was just in a few minutes. 

Yoongi could feel the panic rising inside of him. Brewing up a storm of worry for his closest friend, his only friend. The only one that could properly help him calm the storm of worry inside of him was gone. He urgently looked through the whole cottage once again, once again no Seokjin to see. Where could he have disappeared to? The Pure closed his eyes and took a deep breath before releasing it. He really needed to find the older Pure, quick. 

He walks out of the cottage and stretches his wings. Yoongi could feel the muscles on his back working to spread his wings. The older he would get the stronger the muscles and wings would become. He cracked his neck and took off. The wings making the motions it had somewhat gotten used to. Rotate forward, down, and lift up to start the process. Once he was pleased with the height he was at, his wings stopped the motions so he wouldn't go higher and miss Seokjin. 

The sun was so close to the spear. Yoongi really needed to find Seokjin soon, or else he could be punished. As quickly as the thought came, Yoongi brushed it off quicker. His closest and only friend would not get punished. Not on his watch. Not as long as he existed. Yoongi would do anything to make sure his older friend would be safe. The age did not matter. Seokjin was the only one that actually talked to him, besides the animals. He would do anything for his friend. Even if that meant that he would be the one punished.