Are You Calling Me a Sinner?

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   Yoongi held me gently as he soared above the ground. I gripped him, still not used to the height and slightly afraid. What if he drops me? What if his wings give out, or the wind gets too strong or-
  
   "Stop shaking, love. I've got you." His soothing voice calmed my nerves. I burrowed my face into his chest, hearing his slow, steady heartbeat made me relax. He's not scared. He's in control. Don't be scared. It's alright. He chuckled a bit, and I could feel my fear lessening. I could get used to flying. The wind tearing at me and the night sky surrounding me. The thrill of being so high in the air, and after all I'd been through, death didn't seem so bad. Who cares if I fall, less pain. Less to worry over.
  
   I could smell salt and the air was getting more humid. I looked forward and could make out the waves crashing against a cliff. "The sea." I whispered. Yoongi heard and he smiled. "The ocean is my favorite place. And I love heights." Figures. Of course he'd love heights.
  
   He landed gently, placing me down on the soft grass. We were right at the edge of the cliff. "What if I fall?" I asked. I felt no fear, like I said, dying didn't seem so bad. I just wanted to know. He cocked a grin, "Then I'd just catch you." I laughed when he added, "But don't go falling for me just yet." He winked at me. I smacked his arm and he cackled, kissing my cheek. The action startled me, but wasn't altogether unwelcome. "Oh! Snacks." He waved his hand and a bottle of vodka and a bunch of snack foods appeared. I eyed the alcohol apprehensively. "Are you sure you should drink and fly?" He laughed a bit, "Flying is second nature to me. I could do it in my sleep. I have done it in my sleep."
  
   We ate and drank peacefully. I had a few questions. "Yoongi..." I began, unsure of how to word it. "What did you do...? Like, to become a demon." He stiffened and his eyes glazed, "You don't have to answer, it's okay." I said hurriedly, still not completely sure I wouldn't be tortured or something. I didn't trust him yet. He shook his head, "It's alright, just a sensitive topic."
  
   He leans forward, opens his mouth as if to say something, and closes it again. "I was abused." He began finally. "It was the cliché drunk father, mother who left scenario. My mom left when I was four, left me with him, and my dad changed. He tried to find solace in drinking. Never a day went by when I couldn't smell the alcohol on his breath, when he wasn't stumbling and cursing and hitting me.
  
   "People saw the bruises. They saw me flinch at the slightest movement or reprimand. But I had no one, I had money, but that only got you so far." I shook my head, feeling intense anger towards his father. "I didn't believe in God. I thought... I thought that if he was real then he would have saved me, would have stopped my dad. He didn't. I joined a gang. Stupid, I know. But.. I needed some kind of reprieve. I needed to feel in charge. So I did. I did so many horrible, horrible things, Mina." He leaned forward and put his head in his hands, biting his lip so harshly it bled. It didn't help that his canines were elongated a bit, almost fangs.
  
   I grabbed him and held him to me, hoping he could hear my heartbeat, and that it would calm him as his does me. "You don't have to continue." He let out a shaky breath. "No, no. I can do this. I want to continue. But I'm telling you, you'll hate me." I shook my head, "I know. I know what it's like to have your humanity stripped from you. I won't hate you." He gulped.
  
   "The gang I joined, they were ruthless. You followed orders or you died. Mina... I killed people. I tortured people. I raped a girl. I threw up afterwards, and if it wasn't for the gun held to my head I wouldn't have ever, ever crossed that line. I kidnapped children, killed men with families. And I was damn good at it too. I became skilled. I finally had control. One night, I went home to my father. It was late, and he was drunk again. He called me names. A coward. A disappointment. A bitch. And finally.... finally I just snapped. I killed him, I pulled the gun out of my waistband and shot him. Five times." He was sobbing now. I felt the pain in his words and each harsh cry that left his lips felt like a dagger piercing my heart.
  
   "My own flesh and blood. Dead. Because of me." I tried to pull him close but he wouldn't move, so I moved to straddle his lap, bringing his face up to look at me.

   "He wasn't your dad. He was a monster. Don't ever regret it." He nodded and I shifted so I was sitting on him sideways. I should be scared, I was sitting on the edge of a cliff, his legs were dangling off. But I knew he wouldn't let me fall. He continued. "I decided then and there I was done living. And I decided that if God was real, that he wasn't like people thought. I was angry. I cursed God and looked at my gun. I didn't think, I put it under my chin and blew my brains out. So I ended up here. I was changed. They used something on me and I grew wings. Lucifer realized how great a fighter I was and made me a part of the seven princes of hell." I shook my head slowly, "I understand."

   I didn't lie. I understood. This man had everything ripped from him. Everything that mattered. His humanity, his sanity, his heart, his life.
  
   He cocked his head, "You should hate me. You should fear me. I can hear your heart, it's so fast. You do fear me don't you." His voice was rising and that's when I realized I was seeing a part of Yoongi I hadn't seen before. Broken and filled with rage. Little did he know that my heart wasn't beating from fear, but from our close proximity. "You don't scare me." He shook his head. "Yes I do." I got off him, "I know you wouldn't hurt me." He glared. "How?" I looked at the cliff, and turned to face him, standing on the edge. "I'll prove it... better catch me!" And I fell backwards.
  
   No scream left my mouth as I hurled down, no fear in my heart. I knew he wouldn't let me fall. I watched as he leaped off the cliff, spiraling down, wings flaring out as he caught me, feet brushing the water that I was feet away from. The water that would have felt like concrete had I hit it. The water that I would have splattered like a tomato on. I was laughing, thrilled from the fall. He started laughing too as we flew up.

   He put me down, "You're insane!" He grinned breathless. "Perfect." He whispered. I looked over to the neglected snacks and Vodka. "Let's drink." He smirked and we spent the night drinking, laughing at stupid jokes and staring at the sea. He laid down and pulled me close, and I used his shirt to pull myself up and kiss him hard on the mouth. We stayed that way. Soon, he pet my hair and wings wrapping around us like a cocoon, we fell asleep with the ocean waves all around us.

Long chapter ya'll. Hope you like it. Little background story. Don't worry, each member gets their turn.