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A/N: After a long hiatus, I've decided to introduce a new series I will be working on. It's lightly proof-read, so don't judge it too hard. Hope you enjoy <3 P.S. This holds no value to my own views and is not meant to offend or attack any group(s). Purely fictional! <3 Pairing: Angel!Namjoon x Demon!Jungkook Warnings: Religious talk/Reference, Moral disconduct, Sexual thoughts/actions, Infidelity. Snow trickled down slowly, but surely from the sky. The flakes would dance within the soft winds before littering the streets of Seoul, covering the pavement in blankets of white. Cold temperatures bit at the busy bodies scurrying down the roads - most enjoying such weather. Laughter, conversation all filled the atmosphere. Jungkook felt like he was going to puke. The thick black coat he wore did nothing against the chills crawling over his body. The fluffy black hair he had tucked under a beanie did nothing to rid of the pins and needles nipping at his ears. This sucked! "God blessed us with snow today~" A older lady had cooed to her elderly husband as they worked their way up the sidewalk.
'Blessed?' The young man couldn't help but scoff at such a thought. God? The mention of such a deity was enough to have the handsome male's soul burning. 'What a joke' he thought as his gaze locked on the aged woman. She had to of been in her 60s with the grey consuming the color of her hair and the fine lines accenting her skin. Walking the line of sin, constantly had proven to Jungkook only that 'blessings' were nothing but a mental figment of human's imagination. They allowed it to fit whatever narrative they wanted to build for themselves. After all, he had been referred to as that "blessing" a time or two, when it truly couldn't be further from the truth. Jungkook was a demon. Not one of spirituality either. No, those pathetic creatures held no light in comparison to the young creature. He was very real and tangible unlike them who appeared in nothing but the shadows. His one purpose to walk these streets was to ensue chaos. And ensue he would. As the couple had walked towards him, the Jungkook couldn't help the thoughts that wracked his brain. It wasn't until he watched as the lady's phone had slipped from her pocket, that he decided how to approach it all. Bingo. Increasing his pace into a jog, Jungkook was quick to scoop the phone up from the snow, dusting it off. He then turned towards the elderly couple. "Excuse me," he spoke, catching their attention. Closing the distance, he decided to speak again. "You dropped this," the young male claimed, holding up the elder lady's possession.
The woman gasped in shock, "Oh my. I didn't even notice. Thank you so much. What a kind boy," she rambled, holding her hand out for the phone.
A smile pulled on the handsome male's lips as he set the phone down in her hands, but he didn't release it just yet. He wasn't done. No, no. Jungkook wouldn't of went through all that trouble just to return the woman's phone, and - from how quickly her husband's shoulders had tightened - he knew his plan was on track. Leaning down, the male lowered his voice to whisper to the lady, loud enough so only her (and maybe her husband) could hear. "I'm not a boy," he purred, his gaze mischievous and playful. "Maybe if you were with a man like me, you wouldn't have to worry about anything like this.." He stood, letting go of her phone. The woman was dazed, as if she was in a trance. Her hand clutched the phone as she gazed up at Jungkook. The demon snickered. "We're a little more.. attentive-" he winked, "if you know what I mean." And with that, the man was off back down the street again. "Don't lose it again!" he claimed, as he stuffed his hand in his pockets, the fake smile he was sporting, gone. Instead it was replaced by a sinister smirk as he heard the old man hollering after him. Surely, he was livid by a young man rousing up his wife in broad day light. Oh well, not his problem.
"Still a blessing?" he wondered, to himself.
Bzz, Bzz.
His lightly chapped, but pink lips pressing onto a scowl. With a small, but gruff grunt, he looked down at his phone, eyes locked on a text rather than the trail in front of him. The handsome male's lips curled into a smirk as he gaze at the screen. Hook, line and sinker. Jungkook had been buttering up a nun of a local church, and it seemed to be paying off thanks to the "Come get me." text he had just received.
Just as he was about to return the text, he was hit by a random burst of water. His eyes blew wide, the scent of cleaners and filth in the water working quickly to rile him. Did someone just throw mop water on him?! "What the fuck?" The man growled out, his eyes snapping to the perpetrator.
Jungkook froze.
Standing beside him, looking equally as shocked, was probably the most handsome man the demon had encountered walking about this world. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" The man began, quickly setting down the bucket. "I was tossing out some water, and I didn't see you, I'm so sorry. Here, come in. I can get some clean clothes for you-"
Hearing the apology seemed not to do much for the shorter man though, as he stepped forwards to grip at the other's apron he wore, gripping it into a tight fist. "You really expect me to believe it was a fucking accident?" The younger grimaced, his eyes dark, swirling with nothing but anger. What really surprised him though was how easily the man pried his hand away, holding onto Jungkook's fist, easily engulfing it in his own hand. Was this man some giant or something?? Why was he so strong? And why was Jungkook's hand burning? The demon chalked it up to the cold which had been assaulting him since he left the warmth of his little apartment. The man's touch was extremely warm, so it would make sense.
"I don't." The worker, answered. "But, I wouldn't be offering you clean clothing and some tea to warm you up if it was intentional." There was a pregnant pause as Jungkook genuinely debated the man's words. They were fair enough. Plus, he did not want to waltz around in a sopping jacket that now smelt like soil and lavender.
"Fine." The younger grumbled out, ripping his hand from the other. Tingles rumbling over his skin once the contact was broken. "You're paying for dry cleaning too though."
And that was how he met Kim Namjoon: the man who took his current life and shattered it.
Originally, their meetings after the situation were purely coincidental. He'd be on his way to a club or even just to near by event when he'd cross paths. It happened so frequently at one point that Jungkook debated whether or not Namjoon began to stalk him. That was ridiculous of course. Eventually, Jungkook had put a target on Namjoon's back. The older male was a perfect victim for someone like Jungkook. The man was so righteous that the demon's hair would stand up on ends. His body physically cringed at the male's holy than thou presence. Plus, the rosary that Namjoon sported about his neck hadn't gone unnoticed by the younger. It had became a goal for Jungkookto get the seemingly perfect man to slip. Yet, this time, the demon's plan did not go as planned.
At first, it went too well. He easily had snaked himself into the man's life. Just a couple coincidental "passings" by the same floral store they had met at, and soon the man had easily invited the demon in his home time again and again. Jungkook spent a bit of time gaining the man's trust, but even that wasn't enough!
It was like the man held an inhuman moral code. If Jungkook asked him to go to the club, he'd retaliate with the idea of having some wine and dinner. His sexual or flirty advances were completely missed by the oblivious man. The time he tried to get him to go gambling, the older gave him an hour lecture for fucks sake! Hell, Namjoon had even soiled his plans with the nun! Who would of known that the church the woman worked at was one that Namjoon attended and that the woman would be so comfortable with the man to talk about the situation. Ultimately being convinced by Namjoon that it was human to have such thoughts, but to stay with God and not to commit such a sin. Despite it all, Jungkook felt like he was hooked on Namjoon like some kind of drug. The lines behind his motives had surely blurred long ago. While he - if asked - would say he was just around Namjoon for the sake of corruption... There was something else deeply buried in him that knew he would be lying. As time grew, so did their relationship. For the first time in his life, Jungkook had given up on tainting someone. Instead he was able to just be himself about the man. The older became almost a safe-haven for the handsome male, away from all the chaos and trauma he created. Whether or not he would admit it, Namjoon had fell off of his books for his tasks and had became the first and only person Jungkook socialized with just because he wanted to.
Today, hadn't been Jungkook's best day. He had convinced some rich actress to bed with him, despite her having a partner. Work was work. To his luck, right before they got to the good part, her partner had came home and decided that instead of taking it up with his girl, he was going to end up in a brawl with the demon.
Obviously, it hadn't ended well for the woman's partner, but the fact that the idiot managed to land a hit to Jungkook - especially on his face - had the other livid.
In the last numbering weeks, Jungkook had felt.. weak. He had spent a good chunk of his time with Namjoon, so his only explanation for the sudden drop of power was the fact that he wasn't as active in his duties as he been before. Now, it had ended with him being hit by a mortal. Hard enough to bust his lip open too!
Pushing into Namjoon's floral shop, he wiped the remnants of blood off of his lip onto the leather jacket he wore. "Hyung, I'm hungry." He called grumpily as he walked in.
In moments said man was in front of him fawning over him thanks to the injury. "What happened? Why is you lip bleeding?" The older male fussed. While Namjoon knew Jungkook put himself into a lot of rather dangerous situation, this was the first time he came back with any injuries.
It didn't take long before the store had been locked up and the man was ushering the younger to his apartment that sat above the store. He treated Jungkook's wound, but not without a lot of complaints and whines from the other.
"Jungkook sit still. I cant disinfect it if you keep moving." The man chastised. He had boxed Jungkook in his spot, sat atop of the bathroom sink, yet the younger seemed to have no interest in holding in one spot until his wound was handled.
"It stings!" The tattooed man whined, turning his head away to avoid the cotton ball touching his lip any longer. "I'll be fine."
"Please, look at me." Namjoon ushered.
"No." No avail.
Fed up with Jungkook's general disobedience at the moment, the older's hand shot up to cup the other's chin, forcing him to turn his head and keep it there so he could finish caring for the busted lip.
This seemed to subdue the younger enough, seeing how he didn't move or fuss. It was a little startling how quickly the skin Namjoon held took on a red tinge. He hadn't gripped that hard. Maybe his skin was a little sensitive?
Yet, no complaints fell from Jungkook. Instead, his eyes had fell locked on the florist's lips. "Hyung.." He suddenly spoke, gaining the elder's attention.
"Kiss me."
"Jungkook- wh- what are you-?"
Before anymore could come from the older, the demon had pushed forwards, hand hooking around the back of the man's neck, pulling him forwards to connect their lips. Hot pains flashed through Jungkook, yet they felt so good. His eyes were fluttered shut as his lips moved against Namjoon's who was slowly giving into the kiss.
The demon's hands were soft as they moved up into Namjoon's hair, and a small smile pulled on his lips when he felt the other's hands sitting on his waist. The soft grip they provided sending his heart ablaze.
It wasn't until Jungkook's tongue swiped across the other's plush, bottom lip that Namjoon pulled away. The sight that greeted him though, was one that made his heart drop. Jungkook was sat on the counter infront of him, panting. His eyes were hooded, sinfully and he looked so fucked out, despite it just being a kiss.
The sight would of been arousing for the male, if it wasn't for the blood red hues that had replaced Jungkook's once chocolate irises. There was small horns twisting off his head now setting it all into align for the older.
Jungkook was a demon.
"Get out." Namjoon's voice boomed.
The younger froze, his hooded eyes slowly rounding wide as he stared up at the older in disbelief. He was unaware of his attributes showing. After all, it had never happened before. So to him, it was confusing. Was the man mad he kissed him? Why would he return it then? "Wh-.. What?" He asked, his hands now shaking.
"Be gone." Namjoon shakily repeated, his heart aching. Had Jungkook approached him this whole time only to corrupt him?
He couldn't believe it, but with the new information on the younger's identity, the man couldn't find another reason. Yet, why did Jungkook look so surprised? So hurt?
The demon needed not be told again; his body reacted before his brain at the words. Slipping off the counter, he ignored the way his joints ached. "You're an ass." Was all Jungkook said, before exiting the bathroom.
Namjoon was in pure astonishment. He was a jerk? How? Wasn't it Jungkook that was here to try and throw him into the pits of hell?
Unless -- thump.
"Jungkook?" Rushing out, he was greeted with the younger's figure slumped weakly on the floor. Wings had now sprouted from his back, black as night, yet tattered. His skin had lost the warm color, quickly paling and his breathing was nothing but heavy.
What the-? He had only banished him. Why was he like this? Namjoon was at a complete loss. Nothing like this had ever happened around him, and it was as if his feet were glued in their spot on the floor.
"Hurts.." Jungkook whined. "It hurts!" He hissed as a golden glow began to shimmer off of his body. The balls of light were beautiful in their own way, but Jungkook's curdling cries showed they were anything but comforting. It was like a million balls of lightning were dancing about the man, zapping his skin soundlessly as they grew in size. Jungkook curled in on himself, his now long, black nails digging into the flesh of his arms, taring at the skin. "Fuu-!" He hissed as the light consumed him, flashing with a burst of feathers before disappearing entirely, leaving an slumped Jungkook. His horns were no longer, and the wings had disappeared, leaving nothing but the mess of feathers behind. The male was silent now, his eyes shut and breathing scarily slow.
Rushing to to young male's side, now that his shock had worn off, he shook him "Kook.. Kookie, please. You.. " His heart screamed. What had he done? Yes, he had banished the kid, but it shouldn't of done this. It only should of made him leave!
Slowly, the younger's eyes cracked open. Once again, they were the beautiful, warm brown color they typically bore, yet this time they quickly filled with fear.
"Wh-Who are you?" The male pushed himself up to sit, a groan coming from him as he moved. "Where..am I?"
