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Yoongi is minding his own business, talking to Namjoon about feedback issues on one of his tracks for his music production class when all of a sudden a voice yells out, "hyung!" excitedly. The voice is melodious and youthful, deep but so full of glee it would be more fitting on a child. Yoongi ignores it; he doesn't recognise it. But it's quickly followed by a, "Namjoon-hyuuuuung!"
Namjoon turns, of course, and so Yoongi does too out of instinct. He sees the figure barrelling towards them before he can flinch at the sudden intrusion. The small, slender, dark-haired boy who looks up into Namjoon's face with endlessly deep wide eyes, and full lips that practically spell sensuality in the way they rise and fall on that cherubic face.
"You're so tall in your human form!" The boy whispers. Namjoon slaps his palm to his face, muttering an, "ow," as he hits himelf a little too violently.
"Jimin," he sighs, long-suffering all over the exhalation, "whispering only works if only the person you were speaking to hears it."
Yoongi wasn't wrong about the 'cherubic' face, then.
"-Luckily," Namjoon continues, "Yoongi-hyung here knows about me. You now, too," he adds as an afterthought.
"Hi, Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin beams, holding out a hand to shake. Yoongi looks at it for a long while, wondering whether to humour the kid. The angel. He clearly takes too long to think about it because Jimin seems to think he simply doesn't know what to do, reaching out for Yoongi's hand and shaking it vigorously. "It's a greeting!" He chirps. "Did I not do it right?"
"You did it right, Jimin" Namjoon explains hurriedly. "Yoongi-hyung's just in sho-"
"I can talk for myself," Yoongi says, voice suddenly scratchy. "So, Jimin. You're an angel too, then."
"Mmmhmm!" Jimin nods so hard strands of his dark hair dance in front of his eyes.
"How'd you know where to find Namjoon?"
"I asked to be sent down to Earth to his location!" Jimin explains. "And then I sensed his aura in the area and followed it here."
"Oh yeah?" Yoongi asks. "What colour is it?"
"What colour is what?" Jimin looks mystified, even younger than he already appeared.
"Auras don't work the way humans think they do," Namjoon says smoothly. "They're just feelings, impressions. Much like our heavenly forms."
"Light and energy!" Jimin informs Yoongi helpfully. "Hyung, I want to see my human form too, how can I do that?"
Namjoon sighs again, but Yoongi can sense the underlying fondness this time.
"We need something called a mirror," he tells Jimin. "It reflects your image back at you because of the surface." He pauses. "Let's find one somewhere private."
"My dorm is nearby," Yoongi offers. He frequently has one angel hanging out there, why not two?
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"Oh!" Jimin says, peering from side to side at his face in the mirror. "It's kind of chubby! But it doesn't have those little dents in the cheeks like yours, hyung-"
"They're called dimples," Namjoon replies, but Jimin is already distracted again, pulling up his t-shirt.
"Oh wow!" He says, turning to flash an impressive set of toned abs. "I can see all the muscles!"
"Y-yeah," Yoongi agrees. So under that adorable face there's a body made for lust. On an angel. Great.
"You must have exercised a lot when you were alive," Namjoon says. Now that Yoongi latches on to.
"Wait, your human forms are actually the bodies you had when you were alive?" He asks. Namjoon nods. "Can't people recognise you and shit?"
"What's 'shit'?" Jimin pipes up. "I don't know that word."
"Ix-nay on the airing-sway in front of imin-Jay," Namjoon mutters. "Ees-hay ike-lay an ewborn-nay."
"Wow," Yoongi deadpans, "you're getting good at Pig Latin."
"Hyungs?" Jimin asks, smiling even through his obvious confusion.
"I was saying wouldn't people recognise you if you have the same human form as when you were living," Yoongi says.
"No, it doesn't work like that, hyung," Jimin says confidently. His smile is serene. He's too content even though he has no idea what's going on, nor what half of the things in Yoongi's dorm are. He had thought Yoongi's balled up hoodie on the floor was some kind of living creature.
To be fair to the angel maybe it did smell a little too ripe to be inanimate.
"How does it work then?" Yoongi demands. He's not embarrassed by how scruffy and haphazard his life is compared to this naive cherub who knows approximately less than zero about anything but still sounds so certain about other things. He's not.
"I don't know," Jimin says, shrugging his shoulders easily.
"Then how do you know it doesn't work like that?
"Faith," Jimin replies simply. And oh hel- heck no, Yoongi doesn't need any of that religious fervour near him. Namjoon's hand comes to rest on his shoulder, a steadying presence.
"It's not like humans with religion," he murmurs to Yoongi in an undertone. "Angels know God is real. Our faith isn't in something we can't see or prove to be true. We just don't need to know the hows and whys of the details. I mean, most of us don't." That sounds more like Namjoon. He grins. "I suspect any of our former acquaintances, friends or family see our appearance as something other than its true form. But none of us have any memory of who those people are or how we felt for them, for our own good, so there's no risk of recognition in either direction."
"That sounds like it'd suck," Yoongi grumbles. Namjoon shrugs.
"Logically I know I must have loved them all deeply and dearly and that I would miss them a lot and want to reunite with them," he says. "But I can't feel any of those things and so it can't affect me beyond the logic."
"...How long ago did you, uh, die?" Yoongi's known Namjoon for months now, has never had a conversation as deep as this one, not about Namjoon's angelic nature or his past.
"Two years ago," Namjoon replies. "So I'm sure everyone I knew continues to exist."
"Shit." Yoongi says again. Namjoon scowls, looking in Jimin's direction, but Jimin is busy turning the taps at the sink on and off and exclaiming over the water coming out on cue.
"It's so clever how you can control when it runs!" Jimin says, throwing a smile their way. "How did you harness nature like this? And separate hot and cold?!"
"I can't take credit for it personally, sunshine," Yoongi says idly. "Mankind invented plumbing a long time ago."
"Sunshine?" Namjoon gives him a sidways glance. Yoongi's back prickles.
"What?" He asks. "Haven't you noticed that when he smiles it's blinding? Like looking up on a sunny day."
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Yoongi is minding his own business, talking to Namjoon about feedback issues on one of his tracks for his music production class when all of a sudden a voice yells out, "hyung!" excitedly. The voice is melodious and youthful, deep but so full of glee it would be more fitting on a child. Yoongi ignores it; he doesn't recognise it. But it's quickly followed by a, "Namjoon-hyuuuuung!"
Namjoon turns, of course, and so Yoongi does too out of instinct. He sees the figure barrelling towards them before he can flinch at the sudden intrusion. The small, slender, dark-haired boy who looks up into Namjoon's face with endlessly deep wide eyes, and full lips that practically spell sensuality in the way they rise and fall on that cherubic face.
"You're so tall in your human form!" The boy whispers. Namjoon slaps his palm to his face, muttering an, "ow," as he hits himelf a little too violently.
"Jimin," he sighs, long-suffering all over the exhalation, "whispering only works if only the person you were speaking to hears it."
Yoongi wasn't wrong about the 'cherubic' face, then.
"-Luckily," Namjoon continues, "Yoongi-hyung here knows about me. You now, too," he adds as an afterthought.
"Hi, Yoongi-hyung!" Jimin beams, holding out a hand to shake. Yoongi looks at it for a long while, wondering whether to humour the kid. The angel. He clearly takes too long to think about it because Jimin seems to think he simply doesn't know what to do, reaching out for Yoongi's hand and shaking it vigorously. "It's a greeting!" He chirps. "Did I not do it right?"
"You did it right, Jimin" Namjoon explains hurriedly. "Yoongi-hyung's just in sho-"
"I can talk for myself," Yoongi says, voice suddenly scratchy. "So, Jimin. You're an angel too, then."
"Mmmhmm!" Jimin nods so hard strands of his dark hair dance in front of his eyes.
"How'd you know where to find Namjoon?"
"I asked to be sent down to Earth to his location!" Jimin explains. "And then I sensed his aura in the area and followed it here."
"Oh yeah?" Yoongi asks. "What colour is it?"
"What colour is what?" Jimin looks mystified, even younger than he already appeared.
"Auras don't work the way humans think they do," Namjoon says smoothly. "They're just feelings, impressions. Much like our heavenly forms."
"Light and energy!" Jimin informs Yoongi helpfully. "Hyung, I want to see my human form too, how can I do that?"
Namjoon sighs again, but Yoongi can sense the underlying fondness this time.
"We need something called a mirror," he tells Jimin. "It reflects your image back at you because of the surface." He pauses. "Let's find one somewhere private."
"My dorm is nearby," Yoongi offers. He frequently has one angel hanging out there, why not two?
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"Oh!" Jimin says, peering from side to side at his face in the mirror. "It's kind of chubby! But it doesn't have those little dents in the cheeks like yours, hyung-"
"They're called dimples," Namjoon replies, but Jimin is already distracted again, pulling up his t-shirt.
"Oh wow!" He says, turning to flash an impressive set of toned abs. "I can see all the muscles!"
"Y-yeah," Yoongi agrees. So under that adorable face there's a body made for lust. On an angel. Great.
"You must have exercised a lot when you were alive," Namjoon says. Now that Yoongi latches on to.
"Wait, your human forms are actually the bodies you had when you were alive?" He asks. Namjoon nods. "Can't people recognise you and shit?"
"What's 'shit'?" Jimin pipes up. "I don't know that word."
"Ix-nay on the airing-sway in front of imin-Jay," Namjoon mutters. "Ees-hay ike-lay an ewborn-nay."
"Wow," Yoongi deadpans, "you're getting good at Pig Latin."
"Hyungs?" Jimin asks, smiling even through his obvious confusion.
"I was saying wouldn't people recognise you if you have the same human form as when you were living," Yoongi says.
"No, it doesn't work like that, hyung," Jimin says confidently. His smile is serene. He's too content even though he has no idea what's going on, nor what half of the things in Yoongi's dorm are. He had thought Yoongi's balled up hoodie on the floor was some kind of living creature.
To be fair to the angel maybe it did smell a little too ripe to be inanimate.
"How does it work then?" Yoongi demands. He's not embarrassed by how scruffy and haphazard his life is compared to this naive cherub who knows approximately less than zero about anything but still sounds so certain about other things. He's not.
"I don't know," Jimin says, shrugging his shoulders easily.
"Then how do you know it doesn't work like that?
"Faith," Jimin replies simply. And oh hel- heck no, Yoongi doesn't need any of that religious fervour near him. Namjoon's hand comes to rest on his shoulder, a steadying presence.
"It's not like humans with religion," he murmurs to Yoongi in an undertone. "Angels know God is real. Our faith isn't in something we can't see or prove to be true. We just don't need to know the hows and whys of the details. I mean, most of us don't." That sounds more like Namjoon. He grins. "I suspect any of our former acquaintances, friends or family see our appearance as something other than its true form. But none of us have any memory of who those people are or how we felt for them, for our own good, so there's no risk of recognition in either direction."
"That sounds like it'd suck," Yoongi grumbles. Namjoon shrugs.
"Logically I know I must have loved them all deeply and dearly and that I would miss them a lot and want to reunite with them," he says. "But I can't feel any of those things and so it can't affect me beyond the logic."
"...How long ago did you, uh, die?" Yoongi's known Namjoon for months now, has never had a conversation as deep as this one, not about Namjoon's angelic nature or his past.
"Two years ago," Namjoon replies. "So I'm sure everyone I knew continues to exist."
"Shit." Yoongi says again. Namjoon scowls, looking in Jimin's direction, but Jimin is busy turning the taps at the sink on and off and exclaiming over the water coming out on cue.
"It's so clever how you can control when it runs!" Jimin says, throwing a smile their way. "How did you harness nature like this? And separate hot and cold?!"
"I can't take credit for it personally, sunshine," Yoongi says idly. "Mankind invented plumbing a long time ago."
"Sunshine?" Namjoon gives him a sidways glance. Yoongi's back prickles.
"What?" He asks. "Haven't you noticed that when he smiles it's blinding? Like looking up on a sunny day."
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