Grim Reaper PT. 14. (BTS, Angst)

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I would like to just thank myself for being a Jungkook loving pile of poop and actually writing some much needed bro time with OC and him because those fetuses deserve to bond more, y’know…being the youngest…and everything. If the stuff about the moon is wrong, someone please tell m I’d love to not spread false information because that’s actually supposed to be like actually real lmao. I didn’t make it up I READ IT ON GOOGLE.

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Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Words: 4047

Yoongi hoisted your body over his shoulder, wrapping you like a burrito in your blanket so you wouldn’t be able to break free. Still, you thrashed in his grip, but he merely grunted every time you hit his head with an elbow you desperately attempted to use to get out of his grip.

He got you to Hoseok’s abandoned-club-made-grim-reaper-morgue and you grew quiet as he went through the halls. Everything was silent, and you were filled with a dread thinking of all the reasons to why it was quiet. Still, you didn’t question it as Yoongi merely broke open the thin sliding door to Hoseok’s suite.

“God, finally. You left for her place like an hour ago, why did you take so long? Can you break Jimin’s neck or something? He won’t shut up.” Hoseok’s voice flooded from the side of the room where Jungkook lay on the floor, neck heavily bleeding despite Hoseok wiping it away every few seconds. The knife lay by the door you stood at, covered to the hilt in blood. Yoongi was right, Namjoon had stabbed him. Jimin, in the other corner, lay writing in pain as he snapped his bones back into place and cried out every time.

“Fuck! If I could kill Namjoon I seriously would!”

“Yeah, yeah. Get in line, kid. I’m first.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, going over to Jimin and stabbing his shoe right into one of his ribs. Jimin let out a blood curdling scream, grabbing hold of Yoongi’s foot and shoving him away in a violent manner.

“I’ll kill you too, Yoongi!”

“Sure, and when you’re able to, call me. I’ll gladly let you.” He grinned down at Jimin, before snapping his neck and dropping the dangling body onto the floor.

“Thank Christ.” Hoseok amended, standing up from where Jungkook’s limp body lay, not noticing you standing at the door.

“(Y/N), could you take care of Jungkook? Go grab some clothes from the closet, the big boys need to have a talk. Jimin won’t wake up for awhile, so just…cover his body with a blanket or something if it really bothers you. Be right back.” He took hold of Hoseok’s shoulder dauntingly, not allowing the other boy to talk as he practically dragged Hoseok from the room. You sighed bleakly once the door slid shut, glancing over at Jimin’s body before throwing your blanket over him just as Yoongi had suggested. You turned to the wardrobe, it being unnervingly close to Jungkook’s body and pooling amounts of blood. Clambering over toward it, you wrenched open the door, careful not to hit Jungkook’s dead body. You merely threw on a black t-shirt, ignoring the fact you were wearing pink pajama shorts with hearts all over them.

You sighed, turning to  stare at Jungkook’s body before deciding he deserved better than a cold floor to wake up on. You knew he would heal, but seeing the stab wounds still freshly cut into his skin upset you. He was at least 70 years older than you, and still, he looked like just a child. His expression was peaceful, but you knew when he woke up he’d be in pain.

You dragged him over to the bed, ignoring the blood smell on his clothes as you picked him up halfheartedly and hoisted him onto the bed. Blood had seeped onto the bed sheets and pillow cases immediately, and you noted you’d have to apologize to Hoseok later for ruining his bed.

Still, as you looked into his cuts, you could see skin folding over more as it began to mend his wounds. You picked up the bucket of red water and placed it on the bed side table, sitting on the mattress beside Jungkook’s body as you wiped his blood away. You held the damp cloth onto his neck, and almost screamed when his body twitched and hand caught yours.

“Not…so…hard…” He groaned, rolling over onto his side. You yanked him onto his back once more, scowling at him.

“Don’t lay like that, it’ll bleed more.” You scolded, pressing the cloth into his skin. Jungkook hissed in pain, wincing every time you held it there. “The bleeding will never stop if you don’t apply pressure to it.”

“It’ll stop some time, I can’t die forever. Cut it out now, please.” He gently pushed your hand away, opening his eyes and looking away from you. Jungkook had deep circles etched into the skin under his eyes, something you’d never seen with a reaper before.

“Just let me help you, I can’t do anything else…”

He frowned, shaking his head. “If this is about Taehyung, don’t… Don’t say anything about him anymore. I made Hoseok forget.”

Your eyes grew wide, and you accidentally pressed too hard against him and he groaned. “Sorry, I’m sorry. But, Jungkook, that’s so wrong. You can’t just make people forget their grief.”

“I didn’t mean too. I can’t help it. I’m a screwed up grim reaper.” He was shivering under you, so you wrapped a blanket around the lower half of his body.

“You’re not screwed up, Jungkook.” You promised, looking through the bedside drawers for a new cloth. Once you’d found one, you picked up the red tinged water and got up from the bed to go over to the sink on the other side of the room. You emptied the bucket, rinsing it once before filling it back up with warm water.

Jungkook said something, but you didn’t hear him over the running water, so you neared him again. “What did you say? I didn’t hear you, sorry.”

“Don’t act like you know me.”

“I do know you, though, Jungkook?” You wet the clean cloth, squeezing it free of excess water before folding it and placing it on his forehead. You brushed away hair on his face, sitting back down on the side of the bed.

“You don’t…You can’t.”

You shrugged, patting his chest slightly as you picked up the covers and placed them over farther his shivering limbs. The bleeding had slowed to a mere trickle of blood, and you were glad. You wondered if there would be a scar on his neck, but thought differently when you noticed no other scars anywhere else.

“Jungkook, listen. I want to help you make Hoseok remember. I mean, he must know something is wrong, right? He’ll barely even look at me. He went from a happy go lucky maniac to a quiet, self preserved brat. You don’t just swap emotion’s when you don’t think there’s something wrong.”

He sat up, pushing your hand away once more. The cloth on his forehead uselessly flopped onto the covers. “Honestly…I already said that’s enough! I don’t want your help and I don’t want him to remember, even if I was able too. I’m tired of him bitching, constantly.”

“What if one day you accidentally make him remember, huh?” You began, dropping your hand to your side and backing up when Jungkook slung his feet off of the bed. He cracked his neck, sighing in content once a loud snap noise filled the air. “One day you let your emotions run a little wild and boom, Hoseok remembers Taehyung is dead and he’ll hate you for the rest of eternity because you didn’t even try to make him remember.”

His expression changed slightly, a frown forming on his pale face before he smoothed it out once more. “Like I care.”

“You do care.” You shook your head, snatching up the clean cloth and holding out your hand for him. Jungkook looked up at you for a moment, before realizing your eyes had met and he hung his head low once more. “Jungkook, look at me.”

“I-I…no. Something bad will happen to you.”

“Nothing bad will happen, I promise.” You chucked the cloth aside, not really knowing where it landed as you pressed your semi-damn hands against Jungkook’s face. For a moment he shied away, until you pressed closer to him and picked his head up. Jungkook took a deep breath, swiftly closing his eyes and opening them.

“See?” A smile touched at your lips as he met your eyes with his own anxious gaze, only that anxiety soon grew into a piece of confidence. Small, but growing confidence that Jungkook desperately needed. His uneven breathing grew steady, and he let out a strong exhale before standing up.

“You’re going to be just fine, Jungkook.” You pushed on, your hands continuing to cup his cheeks. He caught your wrists, holding you there longer to stare into his eyes.

“I…you…I’m not hurting you? Do you remember everything properly?” His breathing was strong, heavy, voice an octave higher than before as he asked you those things. You shook your head, stepping closer to him.

“I’m great. So are you. Right? Jungkook, you can control yourself, without anyone’s help.”

He nodded firmly, moisture filling his eyes. “I can control myself, without anyone’s help…”

“Are you guys having eye sex?” A voice in the corner groaned, and the both of you broke apart, glancing over to see a body rising under your blanket like Dracula. He pulled the blanket off of his head, tearing it in half out of anger.

“Hey, that was my blanket!”

Jimin snorted, rolling out his shoulders and massaging them with a pained expression. “So sorry for your loss. Where’s Yoongi? I’m going to kill him.”

“Right here. Did you dream about me?” Yoongi twinkled his fingers from the door, and you noticed you hadn’t even realized him standing there. How long had he been standing there?

Hoseok wasn’t far behind him, but he wasn’t paying attention to Yoongi or Jimin, but you and Jungkook.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” Hoseok wondered, hurrying over and brushing you aside like an insect. You looked at Jungkook, narrowing your eyebrows at him. He met your eyes for a moment, nodding.

“I need to tell you something, Hoseok.” Jungkook dropped his eyes, looking ashamed of himself. Hoseok placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it in a comforting manner.

“Sit down, I’ll make tea. Do you want tea? That’s it, don’t strain yourself.” He placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, easing him into a sit. Jungkook took his hand before Hoseok could walk away, forcing him to sit beside him.

“No, I don’t want tea. I want to tell you something.”

Hoseok looked over at you for a moment, eyebrows raised until meeting your gaze. He frowned, wrinkles deeply etched into his laugh lines. Hoseok turned back to Jungkook, almost pouting like a child. You decided not to fret, and went over to Yoongi and Jimin, who seemed to be caught up in a word spat.

“Listen here, Yoongi. I’m sick and fucking tired of you assholes thinking you can break my neck all the time! How many times do I have to tell you I’m on your side, not Seokjin’s?”

Yoongi laughed, crossing his arms and watching Jimin hop to his feet with lazy eyes. “First of all, just because you think you’re scary with your little suicide gloves doesn’t mean you’re shit to me. If you maybe…I don’t know…Learned how to fight back I’d probably stop snapping your neck. Second of all, I apologize for practicing a little caution rather than falling into your little trap of he said she said.”

“All right, honestly…” You stepped between them, holding your arms out. “Can you guys pipe down? Hoseok and Jungkook are having a serious discussion right now.”

“Just because you got him to look you in the eyes doesn’t mean he’s going to make Hoseok rememb-”

“Shut up!” You hissed to Jimin, shoving him back. You didn’t expect him to go so far as to fall back against the table and roll onto the floor with a grunt. Yoongi broke into laughter, slapping a knee as he watched Jimin tumble over.

“Even a human girl can kick your ass!” He hollered, pressing a hand to his forehead and almost falling onto the floor himself in hysterics. You caught his shoulders, pressing a hand over his mouth to hush him.

“I’m serious Y-”

“Dead?” Hoseok’s voice hung in the air, terror in his voice as you and Yoongi looked over at the two on the bed. Jungkook had a few tears running down his eyes, trying to get Hoseok to sit down.

“I didn’t mean to make you forget…I’m so sorry…” Jungkook whispered, closing his eyes as a new rush of tears fell.

“I know…I know! It’s not your fault, Jungkook. I really just…” He trailed off, wiping a hand across his face to dry the tears on his own cheeks. “How did you make me remember? You’ve never been able to control yourself.”

“(Y/N) helped, I suppose.” Jungkook looked over at you, cracking into a smile that you’d barely seen a handful of times. You smiled back weakly, looking away to see Yoongi staring at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. It stood between half confused half admiration, but you were sure your eyes were telling you something wrong.

The second he noticed you looking at him curiously, he broke your gaze and cleared his throat in an obnoxious way. Typical.

“Oh wow, how incredible. (Y/N) continues to save the day with her compassion. Truly heroic. Can we cut the bull crap, now? Namjoon’s out there, attempting to murder grim reapers and we’re in here all sharing how we feel instead of trying to stop him.” Jimin cut in icily, clapping his hands twice and causing you to flinch.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, buttercup.” Yoongi jeered, backing away from you and leaning against a bookshelf. “That’s what Hoseok and I were just talking about, while you laid there dead and did nothing.”

“That’s because you killed me!” He snapped, holding up a fist that you slapped down to his side for safe measures.

“What do you want me to do, apologize? Not really my type of thing. Moving on, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by that useless piece of shit, Namjoon and Seokjin are working together to get rid of us. Well, that’s what we’ve deducted, anyway. Hoseok, do you mind delving in on the subject?”

“Right,” Hoseok nodded, walking to the middle of the room. Jungkook followed, standing behind him and watching the other 4 of you as Hoseok explained. “Namjoon wants to kill us.”

“Precisely! Now, Jimin, don’t give me that look. I know you’re thinking ‘he can’t kill us we’re already dead!’ or some stupid shit. No, not what we were thinking at all. I mean, sure he can kill us for a short while but not forever. That’s Seokjin’s job.”

“Yoongi, we don’t want to hear a novel length explanation, just say it already.” Hoseok groaned, and Yoongi held up his hands in defeat.

“Alright, alright. The more Namjoon kills us, the less time we have to harvest a sufficient amount of souls before then. If we don’t have enough souls, bye bye side bitch grim reapers and hello strong Namjoon with his original psycho strength back again.”

“What do you mean ‘then’?” You frowned, feeling as if you’re the only one left out of the true meaning.

“Once every blue moon.”

“Blue moon? Isn’t that just an expression for a long time?” You scowled in Yoongi’s direction, irritated at the chuckle trickling from his throat. He shook his head, placing both hands on your shoulders and steering you around. He brought you over toward the window, brushing aside the curtain.

“Not exactly, (Y/N).”

He was impeccably close to you, chest pressed to your back as Yoongi tipped your chin to stare up into the black sky. The quarter moon was barely out anymore, but you could still see the shine of it from where you stood.

“A blue moon is a rare occurrence, but that’s not the kind we’re talking about. Once every few years there’s a blue moon, which is the second in a month. What I’m saying is, normally there’s only 1 full moon a month. The blue moon is the second. There’s usually only 3 full moons a season, but I hear the 4th is right around the corner.”

“It’ll happen in the spring, or so I hear.” Hoseok spoke up, and Yoongi made a noise in acknowledgement.

“Astronomy 101, kids. Science is truly amazing. Saves me from busting my ass trying to figure out when I may be able to die.” Yoongi moved away from you, his boots making a loud thump noise on the wood as he ghosted back to the middle of the room. You whirled around, staring after him with a disbelieving expression.

“Namjoon never told me about this. He just said that if he stopped collecting souls he’ll be able to die.” You mumbled, getting lost in thought.

“Wait…” Gasping in realization, you began striding towards the boys. “Namjoon hasn’t been collecting souls for at least 7 years! Definitely not enough, at least. A blue moon happens like every 3 years.”

“Wow, nice math there.” Jimin snorted, propping himself on the table. Yoongi mimicked him, placing a hand on his hip.

“You believe him? He’s a liar, (Y/N), I thought we established this. Namjoon would’ve been gone long ago if he was malnourished on souls. Can’t really just…run away from a moon and also a super natural death machine.”

“Well, what if he can?” Jungkook spoke up, looking at you with knit together eyebrows. “I mean, Namjoon was the first reaper to ever be created, so what if he’s like a special case. Like, he can never die from the blue moon?”

“That sounds so stupid!” Yoongi sputtered, glowering toward Jungkook. You reached for Yoongi, completely taken aback by how he was acting. He stepped away from you, holding up both hands to evade your grip. Yoongi quickly turned, striding toward the door. He noisily let it bang shut behind him. For a moment you stared at the shaking slider door, but nonetheless followed him out.

“Yoongi, stop!” You called, feet pattering against the creaking wood in contrast to his loud boot lugging.

"Go back inside, (Y/N), there’s a psycho on the loose killing everyone and you’re the only one that can stay dead when he kills you.”

"Why are you acting like this? What Jungkook said makes sense, you’re being immature.” You shot back, flinching when he stopped moving very suddenly. You watched as Yoongi’s fingers curled into a loose fist at his sides.

He tipped his head back, laughing in a fake manner before turning to look at you. “Immature, huh? You have my deepest apologies. Now, would you go back inside?”

"I feel safer around you.” You admitted, feeling your feet glide and pausing right in front of him. He scratched the back of his neck, giving an exasperated sigh between pursed lips.

"Did you not just hear me say psycho killer? Why aren’t you even a little upset like you were out there?”

It was your turn to sigh, and you hung your head between your shoulders. “I am upset, just a little more guilty than sad Namjoon is with Seokjin.”

"You’re thinking about us having sex, aren’t you?” he grumbled.

"You know I am, its just-”

"Just nothing, (Y/N)! Namjoon won’t find out unless one of us blabs to him, and neither of us are planning on conversing with him, right? You two are finished, now, anyway. What does sex matter when us dying is mixed into this?”

"Sex?” A voice from behind you spoke up, and you whirled around to Jungkook. “Yoongi, you know that isn’t safe.”

"Isn’t safe? Why not?” You frowned, looking back at Yoongi for leverage. He looked annoyed, a hint of a smile at his lips.

"He’s just religious. You know, sex before marriage is a ‘sin’ and all.”

"That’s not it.” Jungkook said, clearly irritated with Yoongi’s sarcasm. “Grim reapers feed on not just souls but emotions. If they act up, the reapers will be in trouble. Strong emotions like love and hate could break us and human’s around us.”

"Yeah, well, love is the strongest emotion. I’m not really an emotions type of guy.” He snickered, clearly pleased with himself. Your cheeks had tinted a dark shade of red, but Yoongi waved you away. The sound of the door sliding shut signaled Jungkook’s exit, and Yoongi had begun to follow.

“I won’t touch you again, unless you want me too.” He spoke quietly, but you still heard clearly. You caught his wrist, halting his movements.

"Can you take me home? If you’re really scared about Namjoon, just stay with me. Please?”

Yoongi pondered your words for a moment, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, finally nodding on agreement though still looking wary. “Fine, go put some clothes on before i carry you home.”

You did. You dressed in a pair of black pants and some socks, allowing Yoongi to carry you home in the cold. On the way back, you grew tired, but you noticed the sun had gun to climb above the horizon. Great.

"Don’t go to sleep, alright?” Yoongi shut the door behind him, clicking the lock although you both knew it’d never keep Namjoon out. “Namjoon is probably trying to get you to sleep so he can talk to you. How about you make some tea to stay awake?”

You nodded, noticing just how tired he looked. Although you knew Yoongi didn’t need sleep, you still couldn’t help but think he deserved it. “Why don’t you go lay down? I’ll make a tea and meet you in my room.”

He nodded briskly, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I think I’ll do that. Just… hurry.”

You agreed silently, watching Yoongi walk toward your room and slip behind the dark door. You made your way to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and waiting for water to boil over until you could properly allow the teabag to steep. As you made your tea, a noise from your bedroom made you jump in surprise.

"Yoongi? Are you alright?” You called, but there was no verbal response. Only more banging.

"Yoongi?” You called once more peeking your head around from the wall and glancing down your pitch black hallway. Strange, you could’ve sworn a light was flicked on when you entered the door… A strangled cry you recognized was from Yoongi had you running down the hall. You slammed the door open, turning on the lights with no hesitation only to scream out of horror at the sight before you. Yoongi lay, bleeding from his wrists and neck on your bed, a barbed wire tied around his throat. He still struggled weakly, twitching and gasping while choking on his own blood.

"No, no, no! Yoongi, oh my God.” You whimpered, stumbling to your bed. His eyes met yours with alarm, and he attempted to say something but you only made out gurgling. Yoongi’s fingers bled as he wrapped them around the barbed wire, veins bulging from his wrist up to his forearm in weak attempts to rip away the restraints that captured each breath he took.

"You’re fine,” you whispered, pulling his bloodied hands away and attempting to untie the restraints around his neck. Blood smeared against your skin, and you noticed you shook. Yoongi twitched harder, choking blood right onto your hands. You couldn’t help the hysterical sobs coming from your throat as you watched Yoongi convulse black an red blood onto you. The sight was making you nauseous but you still didn’t stop working with the wire until it was off. You placed blood covered hands onto his wrists, trying to top the blood flow but failing as it leaked from between your fingers.

"How do I help you?” You cried. Yoongi gasped for air, but nothing worked for him. He choked at least twice more, tears forming in his eyes and tumbling onto your pillow. Helplessly, he reached for you but barely got his hand halfway to yours only to watch it drop as he died before you.

”(Y/N), we need to talk.” A voice behind you caught your attention, causing you to whip your head around. Tufts of pink hair blinded you under the cheap florescent lights in your home.

4047) I've been on T for 4 and a half months. This is the only time in my life I've been accepting of my feminine side. I've never been so calm about being misgendered because I can feel the vibration from my new voice, and having stores question my clothes by my curves, and having people stare and wonder, because I know it's only going to get better from here on out. It's taken over a decade to get here but this is so worth it.
An Angel's Wings

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by CrowleysMooseSquirrelsAngel

“Then why does he keep spreading his wings around me? Huh? He never does it with you or anyone else. You know the first time he did it? It was in that warehouse when Bobby and I summoned him. He was trying to impress me.”

Yeah…Dean’s screwed.

Words: 4047, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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