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Soulmates

@alexkarev This is a short story that I did about one of my copinglinks. Otherkin community of Tumblr, this is also a PSA that physical shifting is not real. This is a completely fictive story.

Jenica's eyelashes were frosted with the glow of her computer screen, and her breath frozen by what she was reading on it.

The pixels formed the words, We can make a deal.

The pixels offered her everything she'd ever dreamed of.

The pixels lied.

They weren't the first ones to, either.

The two situations were remarkably similar. Both times, Jenica had been wrapped up in a blanket, scrolling and typing her way through the internet late at night. Both times she'd been struck dumb. Both times she couldn't believe what she saw.

The only difference was that the first time left her frozen in fear. This time, she felt the thawing flare of hope.

No you can't, she typed back. Her words were a soft, rosy pink.

His were blood red.

Of course I can. This is what I do.

What you DID, Dae. You aren't a demon anymore than I'm an angel.

But I can make you one again, he promised. We can make a deal.

Jenica knew it was impossible. Sure, she still felt like an angel at times. Jenica could swear she still had wings when she felt them in the astral plane. In her dreams, she saw heaven. And she felt at home when speaking with angels she had once known. Now on the magnificent internet, of course.

Dae... idk. We know physical shifts are impossible. Besides, I'd hate to become fallen when I haven't even enjoyed being angelic again, Jenica replied.

Fine, fine. You want proof, Dae said.

Me and every othe-

"Have it."

Jenica stopped typing. These words weren't bright pixels on a screen. They were a dark voice.

She looked up. Dae's form was cast in a glowing blue light, but even that didn't cover his red eyes or dark smile.

"Wha- what the hell?" Jenica said, crawling back. Her computer fell forward, glowing even more harshly on the demon.

Demon. Not a once-demon, reincarnated into a human. A real demon.

Proof.

"Shouldn't you be saying what in heaven, or something more along those lines?" he asked innocently.

"Dae?" Jenica asked, voice strained.

He waggled his fingers.

"That's impossible. You-"

"We're impossible, Jen!" Dae said. "We always have been. Since our earliest memories, we knew we weren't human. Are you truly so shocked to see proof? Or do you doubt yourself?"

"But... but how did you physical shift?" Jenica demanded. That wasn't the real question of course. The real question was 'How did you get into my room, stalking bastard?' Because physical shifting was impossible.

Dae shrugged. "Not your concern. Your concern is how I can help you p-shift."

Members of their community had been trying to physically shift for eons. They came up with intensive meditation plans, spanning several months or years. The practical gave up. The desperate tried again.

And Jenica was desperate.

"What do I have to do?" she asked.

Dae smiled.

Jenica knew the cost. Even for a friend, Dae would not change his nature. But Jenica would change anything--anything--for hers.

"Not any of those ridiculous meditation and mental shift programs. I just need a deal. A trade."

"A soul," said Jenica, voice hollow.

"The only soul you have to give!" said Dae cheerfully.

Jenica was frozen in fear.

But she also felt the thawing flare of hope.

"It is yours."

Dae was gone. The freezing fear was gone. There was only fire and burning and gnashing of teeth as Jenica fell flat, her shoulderblades raging.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't open her mouth. She wanted to cry, but the fire on her back left her dry. She wanted to tell Dae to come back and make it stop, but he had vanished. She could only writhe on her stomach until the darkness slipped over her eyes, over her mind.

When Jenica woke up, something wasn't right.

For one thing, her bed was a mess, and covered in feathers. She didn't know pillows were still stuffed with feathers. And her computer was on the floor, broken. Even her t-shirt was in tatters, leaving her back exposed to the cold morning air.

But the most out-of-place thing was a red and black swirl of dust on the floor, right where... Dae had stood...

Dae.

Jenica remembered.

She reached down and picked up her computer. The black screen made for a passable reflection. Everything in it was normal, except for the wings.

They sprouted from Jenica's shoulder-blades in a way that was unfamiliar in this form, yet felt so right. And they were massive; she could never hide them in her day to day life.

But she didn't need to. Jenica didn't sell her soul for a day to day life. She sold her soul to save a life.

Everything else forgotten, Jenica ran through her house and threw open the back door. She knew exactly what to do. She had done it a thousand times before, in another life.

Jenica stretched out her wings as she ran. They unfurled slowly, like when you've fallen asleep in an unnatural position. New muscles flexed in Jenica's back to accomodate the wings as air flowed beneath them, lifting her into the air.

Then she was flying. Like she had, like she'd dreamed, like she needed.

Air whistled through her feathers--how she'd missed feathers--and right through her thin clothes. It didn't matter to her. Neither did her hunger or bed head, or the fact that she'd left her back door open.

Nothing mattered except the very reason she was doing this.

Him.

Jenica landed outside his workplace. It was hours later, and her back was raging again. She'd been forced to take more rests than she'd anticipated along the way; Dae hadn't given her well-used muscles.

She didn't think that anyone had seen her. Either people couldn't see Jenica's wings, or they couldn't see Jenica at all.

Stepping through a carelessly tended rock-bed, Jenica peered through a window. He was hunched over a keyboard, looking so small. Invisible. Forgettable.

Funny. She could never get him out of her head.

He had threatened her. He'd threatened her so many times that she still reeled and shook from it, even though she was so much more than she had been. But he always thought he was just threatening himself. He never saw that, for Jenica, it was the same thing.

She continued to watch him. As her old self, her human-self, it would have been strange. Creepy. But she was his guardian now. The guardian angel she had once been.

The longer she was an angel, the more she could see. And Jenica didn't like what she was seeing.

It started at his house. A little sliver of dark, slinking under the door. The sliver stayed there.

"What are you doing in there?" Jenica hissed. She knelt by the front door, drawing her fingertips across the painted wood. "What are you doing to him?"

She didn't know until he moved into his living room to close the blinds. Jenica saw dozens of dark slivers, darting at him from every side. They nibbled away at the bright light in his chest. Eating away at his soul.

And Jenica could do nothing.

"No... no, get away," she scolded the things. "Leave!"

Dae hadn't given her any abilities. No light, no prayer, no way to fight the little devils. He'd only given her the wings and her invisibility.

She was helpless. But now Jenica knew why he had always made his threats. Why he felt that he should.

Jenica leaned against his house, the stucco digging in between her feathers and pinching the tender skin beneath. She grabbed her arms as her stomach went cold, as though trying to ward off the shaking.

It didn't work.

She dug her fingernails into her arms. She closed her eyes. But even there Jenica saw the black, feeling it tear through her soul as well.

"This isn't what I traded my soul for, Dae," Jenica said.

In the morning, a pale light warmed Jenica's body. She was still barefoot and in tattered clothing. Her wings screamed when she stood, the sharp texture of the wall no longer pressing into them. Jenica ran her fingers over them, adjusting the feathers. She barely winced at the pain.

And there he was, walking to his car. Darkness gone, but some of the light with it.

"No," Jenica said, voice hoarse. "No, no, I came here to save you. That's why I exist."

"And I," said a smooth voice. "To see the fruits of your labor harvested. But Jenica, what fruit are you growing, and for whom?"

"Dae," Jenica begged. "What are they? I've never seen them. What are they doing to him?"

"They are debt collectors," Dae replied.

Jenica was frozen with fear.

And no hope was left.

"What did he want so badly?" she whispered.

"He? He wants nothing. He is malcontent with life, but he also asks nothing of it," Dae said. "In a way, he is your opposite in that regard."

Jenica's hands scrabbled for her arms, her wings, anything to cling to.

"Dae, no games. Why are they eating at him? This isn't what I traded my soul for!" Jenica protested.

"But you never traded your soul!"

Jenica clutched her wings.

"I traded the soul I had to give."

"You think that soul was your own?"

Her fingernails dug into the flesh.

"The soul I had to give."

"Your soulmate's."

She ripped the feathers out. Pain raced through the nerves, but she felt nothing. Blood fell to the rocks, but she did not see it. Dae left, but Jenica did not care.

Jenica watched him.

She watched as the darkness ate away all his light, paying her price. She watched as his soul, her ward, vanished. She watched her love become a shell. She watched him live. She watched him die. She watched the world readjust around the empty place left by an empty man.

And then she flew home. Not much time had passed. Her things were still there. Some of them, at least; someone had taken advantage of the open door and stolen her valuable items. But nothing had value. It was all grey and cold.

The broken computer was still in her room. Jenica lifted it, looking once again at her reflection.

She was pale now. Her bones showed clearly, making her face look more like a skull than a girl. Her wings were tattered and the feathers matted with blood, and there were scratches up and down her arms.

"I'm no angel, Dae," Jenica whispered.

Her eyelashes were frosted with tears, and her breath frozen by the slow shifting in her heart. Not shifting from human to angel. Such a thing was impossible. But the shift from something human to something soulless.

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Dionysus - Park Jimin

CHAPTER 9

Baby, it's okay if I get drunk I'll drink you in deep now Deep into my throat The whiskey that is you

Kiss me on the lips A secret just between the two of us Deeply poisoned by the jail of you I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew The grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway

- Blood, Sweat & Tears by BTS

Diona's POV

With a resting pulse of probably over a hundred beats per minute, I was now standing in front of my lecturer.

I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as she watched my huge work. I closed my eyes before I started cursing. "This is all your fault."

"Pardon?"

We exchanged glances so I started to laugh hysterically. "Ah, ha hahaha ha" ,I pulled my hair back, "I mean everything is my fault. I knew you wouldn't like it."

Jimin, I hate you.

Rolling her eyes, I could feel the sweat under my armpits.

„Ew." I quickly put my hand over my mouth. This time she sighed loudly as she examined Medusa's snake hair.

I never thought I'd be someone like this someday.

A 20-year-old woman who based on a few...

A few?

Okay... who based on dozens of videos, has mutated into a fifteen-year-old girl who would get down on her knees for these seven men just to fulfill their every wish. Only two days since I haven't seen them, and in those 48 hours I haven't tried to make my painting look perfect, no. I've tried to stop myself from falling in love with every single one of BTS. And not just because of their stunning looks.

BTS are the angels on this planet who would give everything for Armys happiness, Armys wishes and just.. for Armys lifes. And by everything, I really mean everything they have.

Also-

"So Mrs. Park. Good organization of the picture surface, striking arrangement and colorfulness of the figure with the snakes, correct lighting. But the painting technique and brushwork..."

Can someone bring me my whiskey?

"..could really be those of a true artist."

She then winked at me, took a sip of her bitter coffee and typed something on her computer. "Full score. Now get out of my way, there's a new Cutie on probation!" With her shoulder, she pushed me aside and left me in her room.

What the fuck did just happen?

"Four meters to the right and you're at your destination."

I turned on my heels to see who?

Right, the pain in the ass who had to find me of all people on this earth.

"Oh, there you are!"

I crossed my arms and couldn't believe him. "How did you find me? In this huge, mazy university."

"Not with an app that hacks your phone and tells me your location! I swear to God!" He shrugged his shoulders while scratching the back of his head. How could he still look cute in his thick, black leather jacket and hot body?

"Did you get your results yet?" He pulled me out of the room before I could see my finished work lying on the table for the last time.

" Yeah." I murmured.

He stopped, showing me his sad face. "Failed?"

Nodding my head, I threw myself into Jongsuk's arms. I rolled my eyes as I inhaled the female scent when he stroke my head.

"Fuck it, shorty. Next time, just draw me and my beauty will blind them. Who the hell is Medusa?" ,he spoke up to make me laugh.

"Thank you Jong-suck suck. But..." ,I looked up at him while still hugging him, "Should I hear one more time" ,my sweet voice changed in a second, "that you hacked my phone to haunt me, then I'll boil your little eggs and make scrambled eggs out of them."

Disgusted, he looked down at me. "Why must your punishments always be so nasty?"

"Perhaps my predecessor was a goddess who enjoyed nasty punishments?"

After my answer, he let go of me and walked with big steps to the elevators. He waited for me until I was inside too and pushed the button. "Don't give me that shit again" ,he replied ten years later.

"What do you mean?"

"With the Gods" ,he answered whereupon we sat in the lobby, full of comfy sofas.

"Remember how you laughed at me when I said I met Jungkook?" ,I teased him.

He looked away in annoyance, " Yeah well, I should have believed you. But wait a minute?"

I tried to take a few sips of my canned whiskey without getting caught.

"Doesn't that mean that the old rich pedophile kookie monster is actually Jungkook?!"

He stared at me while I nodded. "Now the thousand dollars finally makes sense. The richest guys in South Korea found my best friend. Great!"

I ignored his sarcasm by opening up my Twitter. My entire home page was filled with BTS. Does that surprise me? I don't think so.

Beep.

new message (1)

from kookie-monster95

I just had five hundred butterflies thrashing around in my stomach.

hi!

can you come over to our place tonight?

"What? Why are you grinning like an idiot?"

Of course I can come over and bite your dimples off...

"Diona."

And paint your muscular body on your own wall at home.

"Oh my God! Is that Park Jimin?!"

What did he say?

"WHERE?"

Now my phone was in his hand. "I see. So that's how it is. Tell me, are you getting disloyal?"

I tried to hit him, "Give me that! And to whom should I be disloyal?" ,I growled.

Beep.

I could hear it vibrating in his big hand.

Jongsuk raised his one brow, "He wants you for something else? This is going too far! I'm coming too!"

I punched him in the chest, "What did he send?!" His arms were too long to be stopped.

"He doesn't want you there for the picture" ,he declared angrily and suddenly typed something.

"Jongsuk please stop!" I screamed as everyone stared at me. "Please!" I fidgeted in desperation.

Beep.

"Hey Jongsuk." He immediately turned around to see one of those college sluts. I took the opportunity to run away with my life in my hands. I immediately read the previous message.

from kookie-monster95

but not just for the painting..

from diona7

for what then you rabbit?

"Oh my God Jongsuk I will kill you!"

new message (1)

from kookie-monster95

Well, don't you think you should apologize to Jimin?

Absolutely not!

Flashback

"And then I witnessed your fist hitting his beautiful face."

Or do I?

- And here I was again. At the entrance of a heavenly ancient mansion.

Can anyone finally rid me of this dream? No common sense would ever be able to handle seeing BTS in private, would it? Can someone finally tell me that this fact can never be reality?

How can I ever face it? I want to finish this painting as soon as possible and never have to come back here again.

After my self-talk, I decided to make a next appointment with my therapist and got out. I dragged my heavy bag to the gate, looking at my trembling hand. "I should have drunk more" ,I murmured as the door suddenly opened by itself.

Great, now I had to deal with ghosts, too.

"Hello?"

I came in and moved my stuff in. I closed the door and stood on the mosaic floor I had fallen in love with.

"It's me, Diona." I looked around, but no one was there. And this time it was totally different. Knowing that two or three members lived here didn't take my nervousness away at all.

Knowing that Park Jimin lived here..

I put my hand on my chest and tried to keep my heart from popping out.

But I wanted to see more. More than the unpainted wall and the entrance hall. When I headed into the direction Jungkook was heading that day, something unexpected happened there.

The whole appearance, the building, the architecture was no longer the same as in the entrance hall.

It was a secular building of the Renaissance and Baroque at the same time. A palace that served as a residence, as a noble residence for rich and privileged families. But there was always an echo of an ancient Roman villa, with mosaic floors, hermen pilasters and grotto work, which surrounded me like a spring sanctuary.

I nodded decisively the more characteristics I recognized.

A strong beam shone in my eyes that belonged to the sun. I took my eyes from the window and followed the light coming from above. My eyes widened.

"Wow..." ,I whispered after I saw the ceiling. A pastel ceiling painting by an unknown artist. Depicted of people, with the assumed form of angels, helping two wingless people floating on clouds. When I lowered my head, I saw Corinthian columns decorated with animal heads.

The endlessness of the heavens.

As the sun set, the countless golden decorations sparkled throughout the room and all the small crystal chandeliers turned on.

I looked around immediately. "Is anyone there?" My stomach cramped up. With big steps I walked on before I stood in front of a big staircase with a wide marble staircase.

I left the first hall to climb the shiny steps. My small steps were the only disturbance that could be recorded. It was soulfully calm.

No way.

A large gallery of mirrors in thousandfold shapes on huge mirror walls with reflecting parquet flooring and a beautiful crystal chandelier that increased the light of countless candles.

With my inner concern, I ran towards my mirror images. Looking at my wavy hair, which took on a golden colour under the crystal chandelier, my yellowish light-brown eyes found me from all sides as I turned in circles. A hall that consisted only of mirrors.

Before I would see any other face than mine, I crossed this hall as fast as I could. I put out my cell phone to write Jungkook, but without success. I had no network. No wonder it takes him an hour to open the front door when he has to go through so many halls.

A cold breeze brushed against my skin, so I stroked my arms. I noticed a stream that probably seized me from the following hall. Coldness, an increasing echo and another sequent hall in front of me. Without even looking behind me, I hurried to the other side and was ready to see something sensational-

and not a hand in front of my eyes.

"Shhhh.."

I lost the ground under my feet and felt the fear down to my last pore. I opened my mouth slightly, but I could not speak, because my throat was closed. Raising my hand I felt the other hand under my fingers.

"Kill me softly.."

And there it was again. That melodious voice that sounded like velvet and warmed me.

"Close my eyes with your caress."

Jimin's words enveloped me like soft singing, awakening the desire in me to open my eyes so that I could see him.

My ears sensed sound waves of music with a slinking tempo as if the melody was flowing through my body and even touching my heart. My sense of sight was full of brilliance and silver shimmer. Transparent warm timbres that gave me a natural serenity.

I felt a deep trepidation when his other hand lingered at my waist and slowly moved me forward. On soft knees, he slowly followed me as he dragged me to a place.

I could hear someone snapping their fingers to the music. The next moment I heard a snap from the other direction, too, which matched the timbre of the song perfectly.

He removed his warm hands so that I could perceive everything again with my eyes and not just my hearing.

Flashback

But the most beautiful thing on his face was his cat-shaped eyes. They reminded me of the eyes of a predatory cat. To be more precise, he had the same of a desert lynx, as he had very dark and dense lower lashes, just like a eyeliner.

"Welcome, Diona. I am Taehyung." He winked at me with his broad smile as his hand floated in front of me.

"Pleased to meet you." I shook his hand, with which he later brushed through his turquoise hair. Then he sat down on the sofa to my left.

"So a rabbit then?"

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned to look to my right to see Jungkook lying on a beige sofa with his left leg resting on the backrest. With his legs spread, he pierced me with his eyes.

"That wasn't me, that was my friend Jongsuk. I'm sorry."

A door was shut behind me, which made me start up. I lowered my head to the side and stopped at my shoulder. I could already see him from the corner of my eye. With his back against the door, he watched me all the time.

"Isn't there something else you should be apologizing for?"

Every time he spoke, my nerves were strained to breaking point and I hated it. I turned on my heels and watched Jimin biting his lip. I counted every second his bite lingered on his lower lip and forgot everything I had learned. I gazed down at his crossed arms.

"Huh?" he almost complained.

Just another moment and I already sensed his dark aura around my own, over which he had seized power.

"Sorry that I hit you."

He lifted my chin so I could look him in the eyes. "I'll only forgive you," he licked his lips, "if you bear us company tonight."

He took his eyes away from me and looked at the boys behind me. I then heard a glass being filled with liquid.

"I'm just here to paint. Not to entertain you."

His smile didn't disappear, no. Instead, he smiled even stronger. "Oh.. But you already have been entertaining us since you came into this room, my beautiful."

My teeth clenched. I saw red with rage while he watched me amused.

"He's tipsy, don't listen to him" ,Jungkook spoke from the side, drinking his wine before sitting up.

Before anyone could say anything else, I left the room. "My beautiful" ,I imitated him as I stomped through the dark passage. "You can stick it right up your a-"

I heard a loud grunt.

"You'll regret this" ,Jungkook laughed as he passed me when I gave him my look of death to the back of his head. "Otherwise he'll drown you in booze."

I observed his trained back, which you could see through his white shirt but immediately turned around when he stopped to look at me. "I'm sorry if I come off bad too, but I've been drinking too. But actually.." He smiled shyly. „Actually I'm the cutest guy in the whole group, you know."

A soft clucking escaped me. "How is an international playboy supposed to be cute?"

He stared at me in shock when we arrived at the mirrors. "You... Where from? How-"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes Jungkook, everything you say is recorded and saved by millions of Armys as an insider. Good morning."

He just scratched the back of his head and ran down the stairs with me. I almost took a wrong turn, but he helped me right away. When we arrived at my place, I picked up my bag to get ready.

"I hope I don't faint again and can't start the painting a second time."

When nothing came up, I turned around as he looked like he'd been caught for a crime. "Ehh... ehehe" ,he half coughed, "scream out my name if you need me." He bowed respectfully before he disappeared from my sight.

"But how are you supposed to hear me!" I screamed after, but yeah.. Nevermind. I sighed in frustration before opening the lids of the acrylic paints. I put on my cape and pulled on the strings that I wrapped around my waist.

That song that just came out of my mouth as I hummed the melody, automatically thinking of his voice.

"Ugh" ,I hissed.

Why wasn't he the same in real life as he was in the videos? So sweet, loving and caring to everyone. Why wasn't he like in my dreams? The most beautiful angel I've ever been allowed to touch?

I digged out my finished sketch out of my sheets and held it in my other hand. Then I approached the wall to finally start with the base. Before dabbing my wide brush into the white paint, I waited. As always whenever the paint was about to touch a surface. Because after that there was no turning back. This kind of paint dried in seconds.

11:17 p.m.

That was my eighth yawn in a short minute, from when I knew I should stop. I put everything on the floor, which I had covered with old newspaper sheets to check the time on my phone.

"Three hours?!"

I shook my head in anger. "These assholes haven't asked once in three hours how far I've come or if I need anything?"

Crybaby.

"Shut the fuck up!" ,I screamed.

My senses suddenly picked up something unexpected. His scented essence. I froze at the sight.

"Yooou.. talk to yourself, tooooo?"

Have I lost my mind? Are my eyes no longer functioning properly?

Or did Jimin have silver streaks in his hair three hours before too?

"Wow!" He ignored me to stare at the wall. "Your hands can work wonders."

"Uh, thanks?"

His giggle sounded like a squeal. Just like I knew him from the videos.

"I should go now. This all has to dry by tomorrow, I can't put anything else on before then." I bent down to wrap everything up while he watched me silently as my nerves fluttered with fear.

"You can't just leave me like this. Not unless I tell you to" ,he said from up there.

Not this shit again...

"Let me guess. Because you're the one and only Dionysus?"

Even before I said that sentence, I already regretted it.

His veins popped out. Fuck.

He quickly pulled me up by my arm before a cold wall touched my back. He raised his hand, licked his thumb and put it against my cheek before he grazed a spot. After that, he showed me his thumb, which was tinted white. My cheeks heated up. God, how embarrassing. I didn't realize my face looked like a clown the whole time.

"You.. will come upstairs with me now and taste my unique wine. Understand?"

Nod. Just a nod that I could give him.

"Thank you, beautiful."

And for the first time, he locked his hand with mine.

Music is the wine,

which inspires new generative processes,

and I am Dionysus,

who presses out his glorious wine for mankind

and makes them spiritually drunk.

- Dionysus

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