「 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑦 」

→ where white angels never existed and yoongi has to attend a dark angel’s prestigious high-school being born by black-winged parents

thing is, he’s the only white angel alive, and the heir of the throne, jeon jeongguk wants him

#yoonkook #sugakookie
[hello]

-doughnut break thread quote instead
-fluff, tiny bit of angst (TINY)
-vulgar language
- yes white angels don’t exist, they faced a decline centuries ago
- and 🔞🔞🔞🔞 this is kinky 🙃
-puts other kinky stories to shame, goodluck.
[1]

“you should understand well my boy.” his father eyes stone cold as he stared straight, his son next to him.

they sat on their thrones, in the palace where everything shined in gold and glass.

you’d expect a dark angels to look exactly like a haunted palace in the forest-
[2]

“i do, father.” he knew his priorities. knew that he was the heir to the throne, king of the angels, the dark angels.

and then, she came into the room. eyes glowing a brilliant red. only eyes of royals can emit a magnificent ruby red.
[3]

“mother.” jeongguk stared at the queen before him. she was as cold blooded as her own husband. but she loved her son dearly

“jeongguk.”

the king threw out a gentle hand, her own pale flesh making contact with his

“my queen.” his father smirked. she hummed in content
[4]

A royal gathering where only those of pure wealth and royalty could join. the jeon family, though was the only family with blood as thick as-

the branches of their origins. the only family whose eyes can emit such rich and pure color.

wings were also an indicator-
[5]

their wings were strong, the darkest shade of black. skin porcelain and pale.

a royal’s feathers were darker than the color black itself, obsidian. no shade of the darkest black can define a royals wings.

jeongguk sighed, his eyes flicking from left to right waiting.
[6]

soon, the room filled with royals and riches. their wings protruding from their suits and dresses

“you know, i’m not going to marry straight away right?” jeongguk pushes his tongue against his cheek

he should’ve know his parents were looking for a suitor, it irked him
[7]

“not just anyone for my son to marry. thy shall glow the brightest shine, and drown in the darkest shade.” his mother worded

“seems like some bs.” jeongguk grumbled.

his father glared at him, “you shall not speak to your mother in that tone understood?”

jeongguk gritted
[8]

“yes father.” he seethed out. the room quieting down as the king stood up.

“settle down dark angels.” he spoke with confidence, eyes heavily set upon the quiet room

women stared at jeongguk hungrily, he couldnt help but turn to the side quite irritated
[9]

“as you know, my son jeon jeongguk is our next heir. a powerful young man and you shall all bow down to him.”

jeongguk liked the sound of that, having people at his feet for mercy after all he was the most sadistic angel anyone has ever heard about

rumors he liked.
[10]

“..and if only their would be a suitable queen fit for our future king..” and that’s where jeongguk was back to rubbing his temples

his mother looked at him clicking her tongue slightly at his expression.

murmurs were heard across the room, women excited in their seats
[11]

everyone couldn’t help but feel excited about the news

jeongguk’s friends could only snort and laugh at how the younger feels

jeongguk never expected his fathers next words, he knew about his sexuality being bi, but never expected support

“or...a suitable king.”
[12]

this has heads turning to the king, girls grit their teeth, it only added to more competition

“let us enjoy the shall we?” the king finished. setting himself down, but the queen stood up.

“you forgot my king...” she went on. jeongguk paying mind to his mothers words
[13]

“as queen i have a say in what to expect.” she eyed every compatible suitor.

“you’ll be taking a test, specifically provided by me. to prove if you’re compatible enough for royal blood. the 𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏 royal.. blood.”

she gasped, it shocked everyone in the room-
[14]

-only because a jeon’s royal blood can kill anyone too weak for them to handle. having it injected, risking your life just to be the future kings suitor

is a real sacrifice that people are willing to take

“i’d be a waste of blood for the wrong person.” she smirked
[15]

•••

the boy sat silently at dinner table. his parents reading through books.

“yoongi.” his mother’s voice was heard.

“yeah..” he mumbled.

she stared at her son, “you know you have to transfer right?” he nodded, his voice suddenly mute.

“speak boy.” his father-
[16]

demanded.

“i know mom.”

yoongi wasn’t exactly proud of himself. he went to a church school, ironic, but it was a school full of nymphs, fairies and goblins. all different species.

sadly, yoongi was too different to fit in, poor boy was beaten severely by his peers
[17]

“you need to be more careful.” his fathers rough voice echoed the dining hall.

they weren’t your regular mid class family, no they were high class. yoongi’s parents were in fact really wealthy and rich,

but secluded themselves from the environment for yoongi’s sake.
[18]

“why? because i’m different.” yoongi retorted. he felt tears prickling his eyes, salty tears leaked down his bruised cut cheek.

“because they never seen a white angel before!” he stood up abruptly. his whole ‘i dont fucking care’ facade slowly disappearing
[19]

his hidden wings protruded out, “what’s wrong with me! why am i like this!” he practically screamed his head off

“enough!” his father also stood up, yelling

it made yoongi gain his composure stiffing up before walking away ignoring the calls for his name

he was different
[20]

“never have i ever, heard him yell back at me.” his father sat down. eyes already watery. he loved yoongi so much that it hurt hearing him yell

yell about he hated being a white angel

being different, thinking there was something wrong with him

his parents sat crying
[21]

yoongi sniffled, his wings covering him

he remembered being beaten, nymphs calling him disgusting names

“a rejected angel”

“gods child” was the biggest insult, a forbidden slur that made him break down. was he really god’s child?

no one had white wings, except him
{just a note}

in this book, being called gods child is the equivalent as being called “the spawn of the devil” for us 🙃

just incase your like, “excuse me what”

anyways back to the story
[22]

his parents sat down, looking through the websites for nearby schools

“hell no, he is not going there.”

“but he’s an angel, i think it’s suit him better if he were with his people.”

“Yon, that school.. that school is full of dark angels, you know those little shits-
[23]

-that are spoiled and ungrateful.”

“we can’t keep him locked up in this house.” yon, yoongi’s father sighed

“we secluded him from the environment for a reason” the mother disagreed

“Gi, look where that got us?”

she looked down, unsure. she hoped it’ll be best for yoongi
[24]

“yon.. yoongi’s a white angel. walking around in a dark angels school.” gi softly cried out.

they hugged eachother, black wings touching, while yoongi cried himself to sleep. his wings deflating.

he only ever went to highschool. and he’s getting tired of it already
[25]

it was another morning of Black Swan Academy, jeongguk came waltzing in late, his black uniform unbuttoned

“look who decided to show up.” jimin, one of jeongguks bestfriends mocked

“ill have your head on a stick inside my palace corridor, how would you feel about that?”
[26]

“as long as its closest to your room, don’t mind hearing you masturbate all day lo-..” his mouth was shut by taehyung who glared at his boyfriend

“you want to be single?” taehyung grumbled

“does you and i count as one?” jimin bit his lip. taehyung rolled his eyes
[27]

“where are the hyungs?” he dismisses jimin’s bs and looked around for the remaining three

“student council meeting, arent you the president?” tae tilted his head

“we’re all part of the student council, why aren’t you two there?” jungkook glared
[28]

“Because we were kicked out thank you very much.” jimin clicked his tongue

“jimin was being touchy, namjoon told us to leave.” taehyung smiles sheepishly

jeongguk groaned, cracking his neck from side to side

a student popped in, “prince jeongguk, tae, and jimin..”
[29]

“namjoon said for you three to come back when prince jeongguk arrives.” the student bowed his head lightly

the teacher couldn’t even say anything knowing that he’d rather keep his life than to scold the prince

“final-fucking-ly.” jimin cursed, students giggling
[30]

“so..prince jeongguk.” jimin mocked tae hitting his shoulder

“find a suitor at the party yesterday.”

“all of them are just like you, nasty whores that can’t keep their dick inside their pants”

“you’re one to talk.” jimin gritted his teeth seeing jeongguk smirk unbothered
[31]

“and i’m not a whore. i belong to one person only.” he held taehyung’s hand proudly

they made it inside the large room, seokjin, namjoon, and hoseok already there, a discussion being discussed about between them all

“god, what took you long.” namjoon sighed
[32]

“it’s not easy being a fucking prince understand, people throw shit at me for breathing” jeongguk sat in his black seat wings out and proud

“don’t get your fathers up in a knot, we’re not throwing shit. we know how it is.” jeongguk could only sigh

he combed his hair back
[33]

“we’re all here today because there’s been a sudden threat to our school” namjoon began

jeongguk could only throw his head back and listen to the bs news coming out of namjoons mouth

“they threaten the prince everyday, what’s new?” tae furrowed his brows
[34]

“not the prince.. our school.”

“because of the prince.” jimin interrupted earning a hard glare from gguk

jimin smiled back throwing a flying kiss towards the younger

“look, the prince is involved, but that’s not what this is about. people just.. want to be his suitor.”
[35]

“your moms pretty scary, so people are more cautious about their choices.” hoseok added in

“i wonder what the test is about, they haven’t had those for centuries.” jin sat back

“who cares, im not marrying anyone anytime soon.” jeongguk glared
[36]

••

it hit lunch, and everyone went to buy their expensive lunches. tables polished in gold, seats covered in velvet, the royals owned this school

the boys entered the school, eyes on jeongguk and jeongguk only. people gawked at his structured face
[37]

earlier the morning...

being wealthy made it significantly easier to get yoongi into the school.

he dreaded going, but he felt guilty after that last outburst so he got up and threw on his thickest hoodie

it was black, hopefully good for coverage. his wings tucked in
[38]

“yoongi..”

“it’s better this way, that way i don’t get recognized or made fun of.” yoongi nodded at his mother before she leaned in to kiss his forehead.

he flinched at first, but hesitantly gave in. he felt suffocated by suppressed wings,

wings were large, his were
[39]

his father left for work, being a white angel had its flaws

his hair was practically as white as snow. so he threw his hoodie on and a black mask

riding in a limo, he couldn’t comprehend how big the school was, the church school was fairly small, but this.. was extreme
[40]

he walked out, checking his phone with a groan. he was going to be late for first period. if he could even find it



to no luck, he had been maneuvering everywhere and couldn’t find a single class or person

he practically sobbed when the third ring was heard. it’s lunch
[41]

he followed along where students were headed and assumed the large place to be a cafeteria

head shaking from the heat, he went in, hopes of finding water. his vision was blurry and the mask only made breathing harder

whispers were heard talking about him,
[42]

he wasn’t surprised to see black angels, he practically lived with them

all of their wings were out, fluttering in fresh air that he begged to be in

he stumbled so far in that he hadn’t notice himself bumping into someone else

it confused him when the crowd went silent
[43]

“he’s dead..” everyone had whispered. black and black, black hair, black wings, red eyes glowed when he twisted himself to face the other

“sorry.” he mumbled, realizing that the liquid spilt all over the man’s uniform

he looked around, people stared back at him
[44]

“sorry?” the other mumbled.

“i-i’m new here a-and...” he didn’t even give yoongi the chance to speak

“and that gives you a fucking excuse?” the prince’s voice made everyone shiver

yoongi was clueless as to who this man was, clueless about his fate
[45]

“l-let me..” he pulled out his white handkerchief and rubbed it on jeongguk in hopes of making it better, but it only smeared into his black uniform even more

more whispers and gasps were heard, that’s until he heard “does he even know that’s the prince?” did he freeze
[46]

he looked back up, jeongguks eyes even more red than they were when yoongi first looked up

“jeongguk..” namjoon warmed

“get on your knees.” jeongguk seethed. yoongi didn’t budge

he looked to ‘jeongguks’ right, to see his friend with worried eyes, mouthing “do it” to him
[47]

“take off your fucking mask. your fucking hoodie too, and lay it on the god damn floor.” jeongguk seethed. his voice growing deeper every word he seethed

yoongi felt like he was going to cry, “you NEVER, hide your wings in the presence of a royal, you HEAR ME!” he growled
[48]

“i’m not going to tell you again.” jeongguk bent down slowly.

yoongi, with shaky hands lifted his mask, throwing it to the side, eyes staring down at the floor

he slid his hood off, everyone staring with shock at his white hair
[49]

it was disrespectful to have any other hair color except black being born a dark angel, but yoongi’s hair couldn’t be dyed it was like trying to mix oil and water

his hair color couldnt be changed and due to the secluded area, his parents were unaware of these rules either
[50]

it felt like time was burning, slow. as soon as yoongi took off his sweater, his wings were set free, and he set the hoodie over the food he spilled

eyes filling up with tears to the brim. he didn’t know what to expect.

he didn’t know what was coming either
[51]

because he felt the prince’s fingers slowly lift his chin up, and their eyes met

everyone’s jaw dropped, yoongi was a terrifying sight, a white angel that glowed brighter than daylight

he glowed the brightest shine, drowning in the darkest shade before him, the prince.
[52]

jeongguk took this time to study yoongi’s features, his doll lips, kitten like eyes.

his cheeks were red and blossomed with tiny freckles, his eyes were flushed from crying

jeongguk gritted his teeth, he never knew such a creature can be created so beautifully by nature
[53]

“are you going to hurt me now? just do it.. everyone does it.” he could hear the pain in yoongi’s voice

it made his cold heart melt slowly, “whats your name?” the prince asked.

“yoongi.. min yoongi...” he sniffled, jeongguk caressed the boys cheek carefully, a cut he seen
[54]

he pulled back. “i’ve never seen a white angel before. so fascinating.” he rasped

“someone get this cleaned up.” jeongguk grunted. his eyes glued to yoongi’s frame

he seen yoongi cover his frame. sighing, because he couldn’t use his hoodie anymore, he took off his jacket
[55]

“for public humiliation and an expensive uniform, you’re in debt.”

confused, he looked up at jeongguk who stared down at him

“ill pay you th-..”

he was cut off when jeongguk let out a hard laugh, turning serious right after

“i don’t take money, you are to serve me.”
[56]

“s-serve?”

“i am your future king am i not? having a pretty thing like you serve me is something i look forward to. otherwise you’d be dead right now.”

“you are to follow me to my classes, and provide everything i need and want, am i clear?” he smirked down at yoongi
[57]

“b-but i dont have the same cla-...” he was interrupted again

“namjoon, fix that. his name is min yoongi. his classes are to be changed.” he growled an order hearing a confused ‘okay’ from the other.

“get up. lunch is over and i need my backpack to be carried.” he mocked
[58]

yoongi stood up, coat covering his existence.

jeongguk tossed yoongi his rather small backpack

“follow me.” yoongi’s heart pounded fast. he didn’t expect things to go this way let alone become the prince’s personal servant

his friends looked puzzled, and curious
[59]

they eyed jeongguk, knowing damn well the man would’ve killed anyone in a situation like that

they figured because of yoongi’s appearance that, it was the only reason why he was spared

they couldn’t even disagree, yoongi was unknowingly ethereal in the dark angel world
[60]

jeongguk laid on his bed, his mind wandering off to those pretty little lips the white angel had

how shy he was in the room full of dark angels, his wings were secluded within the jacket but everyone knew what he looked like

they too were curious on the white angel beauty
[61]

it slightly agitated jeongguk that the new student had already caught multiple eyes

at first glance jeongguk couldn’t help but become enamored with an intoxicating snowflake like yoongi

he knew it was wrong, but he wanted something, and only one thing

min yoongi
[62]

“school okay?” yoongi’s mother asked

“school was fine.” yoongi answered.

“where’s your hoodie and whose coat was that.” his mother straightforwardly asked.

yoongi sighed, he looked up at his parents who were too curious enough not to eat their own dinner
[63]

••

“jeon? as in royal jeongguk.” so his parents weren’t exactly stupid, they did know about the royal household

they strayed from royal events despite being invited to attend

“...i’m in his debt, and i have to be his servant for who knows how long.” yoongi whined
[64]

they sympathetically looked at yoongi knowing that there was nothing they could do to help, these were royals he got involved with

“god, that was humiliating..he made me flash everyone my wings... and now i can’t go to class without people staring at me.” yoongi sulked
[65]

though jeongguk was far from embarrassed. he felt rather accomplished letting everyone know that

such an angel will be in his grasp. not anyone else’s. his.

“jeongguk. we need to discuss your behavior today.” namjoon and seokjin entered the prince’s room
[66]

“can i think in fucking peace hyungs.” he murmured

“what are you doing with the poor boy.” jin broke ice

“he has debt to repay.”

“yeah, and rules are- debt is paid by blood if not money.” namjoon retorted

“and so? those rules are from centuries ago. who fucking cares”
[67]

“god, have you seen anything just like him joon.” jin interrupted

“i know, he was adorable. a beautiful little thing.”

jeongguk sat up, “and he’s mine.” he seethed instinctively

they both looked at eachother as if their thoughts were answered
[68]

“you really can’t control yourself can you? but i still wonder how he’s come to be. could he be a hybrid of some sort?” joon wondered

“doubt, but i’d like to be his friend. he seemed shy, and intimidated.” jin glared at jeongguk from the earlier event
[69]

“jimin, tae, and hoseok liked him too. they even thought about... teasing him.” this seemed to further agitate jeongguk

“they’ll be dead before they could even lay a finger on him.”

“we were joking god.. a few hours with him and he’s in THIS deep.” jin mocked
[70]

“you may be my hyungs but i’m still a prince, i could kill you guys if i wanted to.” jeongguk rasped

the boys shutting their mouths, couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not

“relax jeongguk, what you want is what you want. just know what you’re getting into.”
[71]

•••

jeongguk walked through the corridors, that morning clicking his tongue when he realized that he gave yoongi his uniform coat

there, he walked with a black dress up, only half of it was buttoned and he didn’t feel like buttoning the rest

his looks killed
[72]

jeongguk arrived at school, his eyes maneuvering past individuals who squealed at his ‘new’ morning look

meanwhile, he focused on finding yoongi.

yoongi arrived no later, already halfway past the pathway to the entrance

until a grasp was felt upon his waist
[73]

“who allowed you to seclude your wings inside that coat huh?”

it was a recognizable voice. yoongi looked up at no one other jeongguk who pulled him even closer

“i-i dont like drawing attention..”

“so you’d rather show disrespect to your royals than draw attention?”
[74]

he felt jeongguks breath close to his ear, he cheeks blushing rather hard,

jeongguks next statement sending him haywire

“baby, you’re only drawing more attention to yourself by being such a beautiful little angel.”
[75]

jeongguk could only compress himself when he heard yoongi’s tiny whimpers

he practically eye-fucked the white angel right after

“i-i’m sorry...jeongguk.” he began taking gguks coat off

his wings becoming free, jeongguk loved the way his named rolled off the youngers lips
[76]

“put it back on, but don’t suppress your wings. that’s weakness. angels aren’t weak understand?” he towered over yoongi, earning a nod from the smaller

“use your words kitten.” the pet name naturally coming out

“yes, jeongguk.” yoongi responded conflicted
[77]

yoongi was afraid to admit it but, jeongguk radiated some type of power that made him feel a way

he knew he should be hating a man for making him expose himself in front of hundreds of rich kids, but he also couldn’t see the wrong in it

he was the one who bumped into gguk
[78]

jeongguk was a future king , an heir to the throne, and yoongi knew that. which is why he was afraid of doing something wrong in front of the man

yet again, he didn’t know if possibly crushing on the prince would be a wrong thing

which is why he was conflicted
[79]

they made it into first period. those higher in status seemed to have better seats than those of the lower. though lower would always be higher in terms of yoongi’s old school

“so, tell me. what happened.. here.” he slowly caressed his thumb near yoongi’s bruised cut
[80]

“mm...the reason why i got transferred out of church school in the first place.. i was- beaten up by my peers.” yoongi uncomfortably stood next to jeongguk

the friends silently eavesdropping

“who the fu-...” jeongguk was interrupted when jin stood up cooing
[81]

“who would do such a thing to a little angel like you.” jin pouted, holding yoongi’s face within his hands

jeongguk’s eye twitched seeing jin rub circles onto yoongi’s cheeks

“do i look like i share?” jeongguk interrupted. his eyes glaring daggers into jin who smirked
[82]

“why are you standing yoongi.” jeongguk stared into yoongi’s shy gaze

“n-no chairs..” he looked around

jeongguk could feel himself twitch “come here then” he signaled yoongi to move closer

the small boy could only move an inch closer, having not enough space bewteen them
[83]

“closer kitty.. i don’t bite.” he whispered.

there, he was yanked onto the others lap

“jeongguk... y-you c-can’t..”

“did i just hear that? ‘i cant’? i can do whatever i want, wherever i want sweet thing.” jeongguk held yoongi’s chin up to face him
[84]

“you should know better than to disagree with me.” he leaned into yoongi’s face

yoongi looked around, students already talking about it

“god he’s like a mut in heat.” jimin laughed

“poor little yoongi, light hearted innocence on its way to corruption.” hoseok mumbled
[85]

“now. who were they, who beat you up?” jeongguk wondered. inside he was boiling, but kept composure on the outside

“goblins, the nymphs..f-fairies.” he sounded clearly embarrassed naming fairies. they were tiny

“do you want to see them dead?” asked the young prince
[86]

jeongguk laughed seeing yoongi’s face light up in horror

“does it hurt?” he changed the subject

“k-kind of.. when i talk, or smile, but i don’t smile often so it’s not as painful as... h-hey.. what are you doing.”

yoongi sat confused in jeongguks grasp
[87]

yoongi couldn’t even argue, the prince examined his cut before leaning into his ear

“best thing about being a royal is that i could heal really fast. i could heal others too.”

he soon had everyones attention when he licked yoongi’s bruised cut, sucking a bit
[88]

“oh god...” was all that came out of his group of friend’s lips

yoongi, who became red as a tomato felt a pleasuring sensation on his cheek.

like the wound was healing quickly, and he didn’t feel pain everytime he moved his mouth around

“feel better?” jeongguk asked
[89]

“mhmm..” it came out more like a moan than a hum

“what? don’t tell me you liked that? i was only being generous kitten, didn’t see you as the type to think like that..” jeongguk teased

yoongi could only muster up a glare, “look at those pretty eyes get mad.. how cute”
[90]

if not tomato, then a brighter shade of red was what yoongi had looked like

“what? angel got your tongue? i could give you mine” jeongguk teased even more

“f-fuck off..” yoongi whispered. the prince cockily smirked, his hand sliding up yoongi’s thigh

“how about fuck on.”
[91]

jeongguk contained his laughter something about flustering the smaller made him smile like crazy

he loves seeing his porcelain angel become a little red devil it was fucking hot

he spared yoongi the embarrassment when he seen the smallers boner

teasing is a turn on
check
[92]

•••

it was lunch time and jeongguk and his group sat in their special table upon the stairs

all day, yoongi had been teased nonstop

“yoongi.” jeongguk hummed

“yes?”

“i want a muffin, a chocolate chip muffin. go get me one.” he handed yoongi cash, the boy glared
[93]

“you have problems you know that.” hoseok shook his head

“what? he’s my servant. a servants purpose is to serve their master”

jimin rolled his eyes, “why not have him call you master then will you?” he joked, jeongguk thinking about it seriously

the boys could only groan
[94]

“i’m serious jeongguk, he seems really fragile. you aren’t going to hurt him.” namjoon crosses his arms, taehyung agreeing

yoongi came back up, jeongguk stared at namjoon while he ate the muffin, as if it were to mock him

“right jeongguk?” namjoon looked at him closely
[95]

“right. fragile, and look. i devoured it.” he threw the wrapper on the table

the boys rolling their eyes at the analogy

“anything else you want jeongguk?” yoongi rolled his eyes discreetly

“i want you to call me master. yeah, jimin suggested it. and i think it’s great.”
[96]

the look of betrayal on yoongi’s face despite barely knowing jimin.

it made jimin feel bad immediately, “i-..i didnt do that yoongi, he’s being a dick.” jimin cursed

“from now on until i tell you not to, you will address me as master.” jeongguk threw his head back
[97]

“am i clear angel baby?” jeongguk rasped

“y-yes... master.” the embarrassment made yoongi put his head down

he wanted to cry so bad but angels weren’t weak. he couldn’t be seen as weak

though, his wings deflating only gave off his emotions quite clearly and unknowingly
[98]


yoongi returned home from a rough day. he stared at himself in the mirror, pouting

his cut was gone atleast but his heart was another story, it was on fire.

his chest burned, like his heart lit a match and let it burn throughout the whole day

he was so impossible
[99]

it was so bad, the fact that such word he had to call jeongguk gave him an excruciating boner

he had to fuck his self for a release in the shower, wondering why the prince had such an affect on him

yoongi tried so hard to hold up a facade, but jeongguk sees right through
[100]

he knows yoongi loves getting teased, loves calling him master, he just knows there’s more to yoongi

an innocent white angel covering up the fact that he’s an actual submissive wanting to be pounded to the point where

he’s getting choked to death on the verge of cumming
[101]



“ohh..fuck..” jeongguk seethed, he was in the shower. hands wrapped around his boner.

“filthy little angel, i wonder how well i could train your throat, making sure your choking on my throbbing dick.”

he imagined, dirty little scenarios about yoongi, fucking yoongi
[102]

“ugh! i just, i don’t get it.” yoongi looked down at the paper.

he’s learning latin, a class for the supposedly higher ranking students, that he happened to get caught up in

“this is masters fault.” he threw his face in his hands, not noticing the use of the word master
[103]


“an upcoming test at the end of the week.” had yoongi’s ears perking

he sat on jeongguks lap, the boy grabbed a chair this morning and noticed jeongguk wasn’t too happy about it

he looked as if the chair was a fucking peasant

jeongguk dozed off in a sleep
[104]

but he wasn’t actually sleeping, he was silently listening to yoongi complain about not knowing anything about latin

it pissed him off when yoongi talked badly about himself. but he was cute rambling on and on

jeongguk could listen to him ramble forever
[105]

by the end of the day, jeongguk walked out with yoongi, who held his backpack always

that was until yoongi was pushed inside gguks limo

“m-my ride!” yoongi complained

“relax baby your driver isn’t a fucking idiot. he works for me anyways. your parents only hired him.
[106]

“this is kidnapping!” yoongi grumbled.

“no, it’s angel-napping my sweet. now come sit on my lap.” he smirked



to say yoongi wasn’t surprised would be a complete lie. jeongguk’s palace was huge. bigger than the school, maybe even bigger than that
[107]

“you live here?” yoongi couldnt help but hawk. his wings flapping instinctively

“amazed? i know.” he cockily grinned

“b-but.. why did you bring me here. don’t you have servants at home.”

“no servant is allowed in my room...except you” jeongguk whispered seductively
[108]

“plus, you’re here because i’m going to teach you latin.” jeongguk’s limo door opened

“what?”

“don’t think i didn’t hear you complain baby angel, it woke me up. plus, i learned latin growing up so i’m your best tutor. be a grateful student will you.” he hummed
[109]

“there’s one thing though.. you got to hide your wings.” jeongguk murmured

this seemed to suddenly sadden the boy

“don’t give me that look, letting you walk around my house with your wings out like that... is like letting a kitten walk into the forest at night.”
[110]

“wear this cap. your hair is disrespectful.” yoongi pouted

“in a cute way baby.” he leaned down to kiss yoongis forehead before putting the cap on his head

yoongi didn’t expect a kiss, to the forehead, or at all. he stood staring at his master flustered
[111]


yoongi looked around like a lost baby in an amusement park

every corner was another path to another section of the house.

he was starting to think learning latin is easier than learning where all the rooms are in this huge ass building
[112]

guiding yoongi to his room, the man shut his door, making sure it was locked

“set your wings free angel. that was a rough journey huh?” jeongguk joked settling down on his bed

“your room is big.”

“i know, i could give you all the big things you want baby.” gguk flitted
[113]

“are you sure YOU’RE going to be the king.” yoongi crossed his arms

“thick in the blood doll, why are you still standing there, come to master.” jeongguk couldnt help but tease yoongi

“b-but.”

“wasn’t an option.” yoongi found his way to jeongguk, sitting in his lap
[114]

when jeongguk wants something, hes calm at first, but repeating it the second time adds a little assertiveness to his tone.

nothing’s always an option if jeongguk wants it. it’s his and only his. that’s how it worked
[115]

“i could sit on the bed.. there’s, a lot of space” yoongi whined softly

he felt his bottom brush past jeongguks bulge. the man’s breath hitched

“as if i’d let you. you fit better in my lap understand?”

yoongi nodded, heating up too quickly from the dominance
[116]


it surprised yoongi when jeongguk actually began teaching him latin

the pronunciation, the spelling. what phrases needed to be learned

“who even speaks latin anyway..” yoongi grumbled

“my parents, royals. me.” he whispered, nearly nibbling on yoongi’s ear
[117]

“do you have to flirt 24/7?

“more like 25/8”

jeongguk was not only a flirtatious charm, but he was incredibly a smart ass

“why? you don’t like when i flirt with you. it made you hard the other day.” he brought up

“j-jeong-...”

“what was that?” jeongguk rasped
[118]

he pinched yoongi’s thigh softly at first

“m-master!..” yoongi couldnt help but let out soft whimpers when he felt jeongguk’s pinch become harder

“poor baby, did that hurt?” he cooed. his mind wandering off to more sadistic scenes in his head

“n-no..” yoongi huffed
[119]

“do i hear attitude?” he made his way to yoongi’s inner thigh for a pinch. loving how sensitive areas made him react more

“ahh..please, not there..”

jeongguk planted sweet kisses on the smallers neck

“where? here? did i pinch too hard?” he rubbed the boys thigh softly
[120]

yoongi couldn’t control himself today, jeongguk knew exactly how to push his buttons and where to push them

“look at the baby, all cute and whiny. i’m doing such a tiny bit and you react this much. i wonder what else your pretty lips can do besides whimper.”
[121]

“you tease too much.” yoongi complained

“it’s fun when it’s you angel baby.” jeongguk chuckled getting off the bed

he didn’t hide the fact that he was hard, his bulge was very big, bigger than yoongi’s.

yoongi looked down, comparing his own bulge to jeongguk’s
[122]

jeongguk laughed out loud as he pulled off his dress shirt to show his abs off

“why worry about YOUR size, when you’re the one that’s going to get dicked down”

yoongi glared, slightly offended, even managed to make a remark with a scoff

“you’re probably not big anyway”
[123]

in a mere second, yoongi’s life flashed before his eyes when he was being pinned down by the taller man on the bed

“tsk tsk tsk.. you know.. acting all tough and careless is cute, but mind your words baby boy, i could make you feel things no one else could.” he grinded
[124]

his buldge felt up yoongi’s own bulge, his shirtless body hovered above yoongi’s own clothed body

yoongi was too tempted, too desperate, he was a boiling kettle waiting to explode

“you can’t possibly...think im not that big, baby.. oh how bad i want to show you.”
[125]

“now look who’s desperate.” jeongguk pulled back, laughing at yoongi’s defeated reaction

jeongguk disappeared into the bathroom, throwing off all his clothes while leaving a flustered yoongi on the bed
[126]

when the water turned on, he yelled “fucking dick!”

he left yoongi with a hard on. and yoongi was too whiny and messy. he was always sensitive when it came to needing a release

so, he shut his mouth, it’s not like jeongguk’s going to come out anytime soon
[127]

he slowly zipped down his pants, and covered his mouth.

ever so gently, he pleasured himself, unknowing that jeongguk was in the bathroom pleasuring his own self

jeongguk fucked his fingers, pumping himself slowly and gently, until he heard, not so quiet moans
[128]

sure walls were thick as hell, but a royal angel’s abilities weren’t a joke

when he heard yoongis pretty little moans, not knowing that jeongguk hears him, baby pleasuring himself

he grunted and cut the shower short

god he imagined his baby on his bed doing exactly this
[129]

jeongguk was out of the bathroom, his dick was out and proud

yoongi could almost freeze in terror at the sight of him being caught jerking off on jeongguks bed.

his face went red, jeongguk came up to him

before yoongi could move, his hands were stopped

“don’t stop.”
[130]

“keep moving.” jeongguk demanded again. grabbing his own dick this time

he enjoyed the view of yoongi massaging his own self, trying to suppress those beautiful moans but jeongguk doesn’t let him

“i want to hear you. i want to hear all of it. now. loud and clear.”
okkieee i’ll stop here for now. i’ve been writing till 2am or sumn it’s 7am y’all better read this shit
[131]

yoongi began shamelessly pumping himself. his eyes shut, lips letting out sinful moans as jeongguk watched in enjoyment

“god.. you’re so beautiful. keep going baby.” he whispered breathlessly pumping himself rather quickly

yoongi whined, whimpering nonstop
[132]

jeongguk chuckled when yoongi shook softly in pleasure

his eyes averting to yoongi’s small cock

he slowly sat himself down before sliding his hand on top of yoongi’s dick removing the smallers hand

“master...” yoongi whined, wanting to grab his own cock, but he couldn’t
[133]

painfully slow, jeongguk circled yoongi’s dick.

“so pretty, small and pretty.” he smirked, loving the moans that flooded his bedroom

“faster..faster please..please please.” yoongi begged nonstop

“faster baby?” he began circling too fast

yoongi let out a scream
[134]

“t-too fast...i’m gonna cum..” yoongi cried out

“don’t you fucking cum until i say you could.”

this was painful and pleasurable, wanting to cum but given orders not to

“ggukie.. please...” yoongi moaned, the name making jeongguk grunt

“fucking hot.”
[135]

“i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum!” yoongi repeated

“you cum, you’re not leaving this palace until you’re milked out.” jeongguk warned

yoongi squirmed holding onto the headboard of the bed

he let out cries, nearing his end jeongguk stopped, and held his dick tightly
[136]

and then after a minute or so, he continued to massage yoongi, denying him of his orgasm



“ggukie please.. im begging you.” yoongi lay flushed in tears, face red, and hair damped

he was exhausted because this continued for more than an hour or so
[137]

“you wanna cum so bad baby?” jeongguk cooed, squeezing his baby tightly

“yes! please...” he let out a choked whimper

jeongguk pumped yoongi endlessly until he let the white angel cum. his load was big and it leaked out and hit the both of them

“how cute..”
[138]

yoongi was practically milked out on jeongguks bed

the older slowly picked up on tired boy and brought him into the bathroom

“bath time” the prince sang, placing yoongi on the counter

“h-how about you..” yoongi managed to let out

“don’t worry about me baby.”
[139]

once the bath filled up, he carried yoongi and slipped himself in with the angel’s side facing his chest

yoongi’s arms wrapped around gguk, the smaller was asleep in jeongguks hold

he softly kissed the angel’s lips

unknowingly, a tiny black mark appeared on their necks
[140]

yoongi rubbed his eyes as he awoke.

he looked around the room, it wasn’t his own

“sh-shit.. this isn’t my house.” yoongi whispered

“watch your language.” the raspy voice spoke next to him

there, yoongi noticed he was in jeongguks shirt
[141]

“school?!” yoongi whimpered

“it’s saturday.” jeongguk retorted

“m-my parents.. i have to get home.” jeongguk groaned

“baby, they know you’re here, it’s taken care of, now wil you go to fucking sleep.” jeongguk grunted

yoongi calmed down a little bit,
[142]

yoongi sat a few minutes, until he was pulled back down and locked into jeongguks strong arms

“you don’t listen do you.” jeongguk grumbled, his scent intoxicating yoongi’s nose

he smelt so fucking good, it was unbelievable

he looked extra hot in the morning,
[143]

they fell asleep again, not noticing the door opening

“it’s saturday let’s go fly-...” the six boys stared dumbfounded as they entered the room

their jaws dropped, namjoon came up lastly, he was the one who picked the lock

jin began taking pictures, several of them
[144]

“come on will you.. we’ll wait for them to wake up..” namjoon ushered them outside, pulling the cooing jin outside

“jin you’ll wake them up!” namjoon whisper yelled

jeongguk pretending to sleep, he was agitated, and he been awake

he was just staring at his baby sleeping
[145]


jeongguk picked yoongi up again, he was still sleeping but it was already 8 and jeongguk was a prince, he had a schedule

after laying in the bath in eachothers embrace

yoongi was now half awake

“you’re a sleepy little thing aren’t you?” jeongguk cooed
[146]

“how to cover you up, this seems merely impossible.” jeongguk groaned seeing all the tight suits he owned

his eyes landed on a long coat

“it’s cold today so this will do you well.” jeongguk turned around

yoongi was halfway changed, the coat adding to his look
[147]

“you look hot baby.” jeongguk bit his lip

“i look.. emo.” yoongi shrugged. the other boy chuckling

“if my parents happen to see you, don’t say a word, and stand next to me. you’re to be addressed as my personal servant”

“now for the hair...” he took out a bucket hat
[148]

jeongguk just loved how cute and sexy yoongi looked in his clothes

they were big on him but they covered him up well

“today, we’re going to fly, then you’ll have the freedom to spread your wings.”

“b-but i d-..” he was cut off when jeongguk opened the door
[149]


“finally..” namjoon sat up, they were in jeongguks living room, it was too fancy to even be called a living room

“hii yoongi!” taehyung and hoseok greeted the smaller

“uh.. hello
[150]

..taetae and hobi.” the nicknames seemed to have the others eyebrows raised

they broke out in awww, and began squishing yoongi’s cheeks

jeongguk let out an annoyed groan, hitting their hands

“mine. you don’t touch what’s mine.” jeongguk glared at the scared friends
[151]

“master...” yoongi whined

“it’s okay yoonie.. he’s just jealous.” taehyung stuck his tongue out at the young prince making yoongi giggle softly

it had jeongguk crack his neck loudly

“come on, i’m already eager to go, i was challenged by jin.” jimin stared at jin hard
[152]

they got into the limo, yoongi obviously sitting on jeongguks lap

it wasn’t too long of a drive, they made it to the open field

“are you guys ready..” hoseok stared competitively

it was like angel’s sports, flying was their favorite
[153]

they went out into the open field and jeongguk urged the younger to take off the hat and coat

“are you ready angel baby?”

“b-but ggukie i..”

he was cut off, “okay, we have to set teams” namjoon spoke out

the area was huge, about 300-400 acres huge
[154]

“teams? why not individually at first, first one to grab a flag and bring it back wins.” jimin shrugged

“okay fine, individual flying, well start off with all seven on field.” namjoon corrected

“okay sounds fair.” taehyung shrugged

yoongi then spoke up, “i cant.”
[155]

“of course you can angel, you’re allowed to play the game.” seokjin smiled softly

“n-no... i really can’t..” yoongi looked down, they all stared at him confused

“what do you mean baby, speak up.” jeongguk ushered

“g-ggukie.. i don’t...i dont know how to fly..”
[156]

“you what?!” they all said in unison

tears began streaming down his eyes as if he’s done something wrong

“look! you assholes made him cry!” jeongguk pulled his baby close

“hey.. don’t cry shh, it’s okay. you done nothing wrong.”

the affection surprising the others
[157]

“i-i w-was never t-taught..” yoongi cried out

they all looked at him with worried eyes, they wondered how,

an angel, was never taught how to fly. it saddened them deeply

“well teach you okay, i’ll teach you how.” jeongguk comforted
[158]



“okay you see, look at my wings pretty boy. look at them.” jimin encouraged, it was his turn, 3/7 tried but yoongi just didn’t get it

“jiminie i dont know how!” yoongi huffed complaining. it had taehyung chuckling

“ugh.. this baby.” jimin grunted
[159]

“here let me see.” jeongguk placed his hands on yoongi’s sensitive wings

“ggukie..” yoongi whispered softly

“it’s okay baby, trust me.” jeongguk calmed him

the royal held yoongi’s wings slowly, “you feel that right?” he lifted yoongi’s wings
[160]

he kept lifting them, forcing them to flap, “your wings are strong but you could make them stronger if you learnt to fly.”

“i don’t see the point.” yoongi grumbled, his wings began flapping, thinking jeongguk was still making them flap

that’s until he noticed he wasn’t
[161]

“g-ggukie they’re flapping! they’re flapping!” yoongi jumped happily

the sight warming jeongguk’s heart up

“they’re-...whoa whoa ggukie! ggukie help!”

seems like his wings were stronger than he thought, yoongi was already in the air at this point
[162]

“hold on baby i got you.” jeongguk flew up, his hand holding onto yoongi’s

“feel every flap, learn to feel every single flap you make, then you’ll learn how to control how fast or slow they’re going.” jeongguk instructed

this seemed to ease yoongi up a bit
[163]

jeongguk flew down, everyone watching in awe as yoongi began spinning around

his wings suddenly glowed a bright white,

“h-hey.. whats that... right there on yoongi’s head?” namjoon pointed out

“that... looks like a weird looking horn.”
[164]

jeongguk seemed to notice it too

“that’s. not a horn jin..” namjoon gasped.

obviously, dark angels had horns, small ones, but yoongi looked as if he didn’t have horns

this seemed to make namjoon pale. he heard about it before, he just didn’t believe it was possible
[165]

horns only come out when an angel develops, in this moment, namjoon believed that yoongi was not just an angel born white

he was an angel in the mythological books

angels that never existed, never seen

his halo spoke otherwise, yoongi was a guardian angel, a fallen one
[166]



they were all crowded in namjoons place

“you can’t EVER, bring him back to your palace, do you hear me jeon!” namjoon yelled

“are you fucking kidding me namjoon! what the hell do you know!” jeongguk argued

yoongi was downstairs eating icecream
[167]

“namjoon i thought you liked yoongi.” tae pouted

“i do. i really do.” namjoon looked down

“then why are you saying this about him!” jeongguk yelled

“because if they know he has a HALO HE’LL DIE! they’ll kill him...” the room became silent
[168]

“how do you know that’s exactly a halo.” jin sighed

“its obviously a halo. halos are only given to guardian angels. i didn’t even know they existed. i thought they were a myth.” namjoon breathed out

“he’s too pure to be living in this place. too dangerous for him.”
[169]

“what do you mean they’ll kill him joon, who will kill him?” hoseok asked

namjoon looked at jeongguk, “when i studies about fallen angels, they faced a decline, of course i thought it was bs because it’s a myth.”

“yet again why even write about something that’s not true”
[170]

“guardian angels and dark angels were against one another.” jeongguk bit his lips worriedly

“they were at war, and the last of the guardians were killed. extinct, vanished. by a royal family.”

“the jeon family.”
[171]

“a halo is the only proof of an existing guardian, a fallen angel, and that’s exactly what yoongi is.”

namjoon stood up, “you can’t bring him to your palace jeongguk, on any circumstance.”

“we need him to leave this environment.” namjoon spoke out,
[172]

“no.” jeongguk seethed out

“jeongguk-..” namjoon was cut off

“we taught him how to fly, we made that halo appear.. i did. he’s my responsibility. letting him off will get him killed either way.”

“its my job to protect him”

“it’s is supposed to be the other way around.”
[173]

jimin joked, eye daggers flying at him by jeongguk

jin looked at jeongguk closely

“well, he can’t leave any how.” jin sighed aloud

“so you agree?” jeongguk looked at jin

“jeongguk... you’re bound to him. have you noticed that.. your neck.”
[174]

“oh fuck..” jeongguk breathed hardly

“i can’t believe it, you’re supposed to bond with your suitor. who knew it’d be someone you can’t be with.” jimin shrugged

“hey! who said i can’t be with him.”

“prophecy.” jimin retorted. jeongguk was nearly charging after jimin
[175]

he was pulled back by everyone else, “jimin i know you’re older but he’s still your future king. show some respect.” jin scolded

jimin looked away sighing, “no disrespect intended. it’s all truth. unless you have a plan to NOT get him killed.”

they looked at gguk
[176]

“we barely know him and i feel like giving my life for him.” seokjin pouted

“guardian angels tend to have that effect. they’re a joy once you meet them.” namjoon smiled softly

“he’s been my joy ever since i looked at him.” jeongguk admitted shamelessly
[177]


yoongi sat poking the light above his head, “what even are you.” he questioned

the boys came down, yoongi has been eating all of the icecream offered to him by the chef who felt magically drawn to yoongi

“any more young sir.” the chef politely bowed

“yes yes please!”
[178]

“no. he’s not having anymore ice cream.” jeongguk ordered the chef who bowed down to his future king

“b-but ggukie!” yoongi whined softly.

“yoongi, i said no more ice cream.” jeongguk warned

“p-please?”

in the end, yoongi got another ice cream, his halo glowing bright
[179]

“i think, we need a discussion from his parents to be honest. it’d be the first step of finding out yoongi’s origins.” namjoon recommended

“we live in a secluded environment. i only went to a church school for a short period of time.” yoongi explained sitting on gguks lap
[180]

“d-did you find out anything about the thing?” yoongi wondered

he wasn’t there to find out what his fate would be like if the royals ever saw him

he didn’t even know that he’s not a dark angel descent nor did he know that he was bound with the future king.
[181]

they all looked at one another before namjoon spoke out

“yoongi.. that thing around your head.. it could- put you in a lot of danger.”

yoongi began to breathe hard, “am i going to die!”

“no!” they all said in unison trying to ease the shaking white angel
[182]

“right now, we’re going to drop you home. i have royal duties to attend. but whatever you do, try to hide your head understood? these are orders”

jeongguk explained to yoongi who nodded.

“all of us are coming over tomorrow. let your parents know that.” jeongguk informed
[183]

they arrived at yoongi’s home with him getting out

“hey, come here.” yoongi slowly turned back around to look at jeongguks face

“before you leave...i want a kiss.” the others rolled their eyes

“a kiss? w-why”

“do i need a reason?”

shyly, he leaned, pecking gguks lips
[184]

yoongi felt fuzzy inside when jeongguk grabbed his face for a deeper kiss

“that.. that was my first kiss ggukie.” yoongi whispered,

“mmm.. nope, that’s our second kiss. see you later angel lips.”

and then they drove away, leaving yoongi confused and flustered
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