❝Angels and demons, supernatural creatures: They exist in our world. But these seven are different, they're special...❞
The seven deadly sins and seven holy virtues have manifested themselves in seven young men, who in turn also hold special abiliti...
"But your wings are wings of the devil, in front of your sweetness it's bitter bitter."
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Jimin woke up with his head resting on the softest pillow he had ever felt. The sun's soft warmth and light rays tickled his bare skin through the cracks in the blinds. He slowly opened his eyes and let out a long yawn. When he realized that the smooth silky sheets he was tangled in weren't his own, he let out a little yelp and sat up in shock.
He relaxed when he realized that he was inside Tae's apartment. Jimin never slept shirtless, and yet his torso was bare; greedily absorbing the golden sunlight.
His eyes scanned the whole room. He had to admit, Tae did have good taste. And from the look of it, it was pretty damn expensive. The dark ebony floor was layered with soft black furs on top of a wine red carpet. Eccentric modern art in black and white decorated the walls of his bedroom.
Other than a door that Jimin guessed would lead to a bathroom, and one that would lead to the rest of the apartment, there was a modern black marble fireplace, over which a large flatscreen TV was attached to the wall. Beside the fireplace were two leather seats with red fluffy cushions on top.
Jimin's eyes wandered from the large closet which was covered in huge mirrors, to the potted bonsai bushes and gorgeous rose vases in Tae's room. They finally lingered on the windows accross from the bed. They were floor to ceiling and despite being covered by black blinds, gave him such a grand view of the Seoul skyline, that the view in his dorm suddenly seemed like trash in comparison.
Tae's lavish four poster bed was made of dark mahogany wood and draped in translucent red curtains. The comfortable matress was covered in white linen, and layered with high quality silk and satin sheets in the same wine red color as the carpet. Many large pillows were piled on top of the bed.
Jimin finally layed his eyes upon the figure lying beside him. The sight of Tae sleeping was absolutely beautiful. His face showed a glowing expression of peace and serenity. Shining light brown hair was spread out on the pillow, creating the image of a halo. His eyes were closed and his long lashes softly fanned out above his cheeks.
Jimin's pupils greedily drank up every little detail of Tae. They wandered from his strong defined brows, to the little freckle on his face, to the loveliest shade of pink that tinted Tae's cheeks, and then down to his parted soft lips. Jimin stirred when he saw them, and unconsciously licked his own.
He felt like his love for Tae had almost become an obsession. His mind revolved around him day and night. Tae was like an addictive poison; so sweet and yet so bitter. It was inescapable, Jimin felt like he was trapped. But he never wanted to escape this prison.
