aa can i get angel!reader and demon!jikook (it could be one member too if you're comfortable with it hehe) for the drabbles? thank u so much for opening request and have a nice day 💌🐇
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tags: angel!reader x demon!jikook, ropes, nothing too extreme but hey they're literally demons so it is pretty extreme :P
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despite having a close age gap in the human world, jimin was more, let's say, mellow than jungkook when it comes to decisions. their moral grounds were both far beyond ethical standards, but with that in mind, the boys still had a divergent choice of judgment.
which, in comparison to jungkook's provoking, taunting stare he gives you, jimin inhales sharply from the sight. a random angel like you in his lair, wrists tied by ropes around a thick stalagmite and your naked body laying down on the cold floor. jungkook had no remorse in ravishing you, an angel who was so easy to manipulate. he didn't even have to use that much of his power to make you submit to him. just his mere presence alone made you drop down to your knees and crave for a demon's touch.
"took you long enough," jungkook smirks, glancing at jimin before returning his attention to you. he slowly traces his index finger along your tear-stained cheek, his black-colored eyes running all over your body, "look what i've found roaming around the place."
"jungkook, did you just tear its wings off?" jimin exclaims, dropping down to his knees beside you where your wings lay, charred along the edges. his hands gently touch along the feathers that were once your magnificent pride but were now all ripped away from you.
"it's what she gets," jungkook shrugs, "but c'mon, jimin. at least admit that you like seeing her like this. it's rare to catch a dumb angel wandering around hell, you know?"
jimin does not feel any remorse, contrary to the pitiful expression that was on his face. he tends to hide his devilish nature unlike jungkook does. still, the sight of a poor little angel like you, vulnerable, looking do fucking delicious sparks a flame inside of him.
"oh dear," jimin forges a pout, "what did he do to you, hm?"
he looks down and pushes your legs apart, cooing as he sees white cream dripping down your pussy. "did jungkook fuck you good, huh?"
the younger one who kneels in front of you chuckles before proceeding to stroke his throbbing dick that still leaks in cum. he was still hard, as demons like them could go for multiple rounds at once without getting tired. he thrusts his hips into the roughness of his hand as jimin reaches your breast. you moan as he pinches your erect nipple, body twitching.
"you're such a sweet girl," jimin grins, feeling your soft skin, "it's a shame that you had to be bruised up like this. but who's fault is it, hm? what made you end up in hell?"
jungkook laughs, eyes turning into little slits as he stares at jimin taking out his dick from his pants.
"for being a slut, who knows."
jimin turns his head to jungkook, "how many times?"
"four."
jimin scoffs and prods his tongue against the inside of his cheek, "fuck, angel. he's made you his toy, huh? bet this pussy's so sore—ohh there you go..." jimin whispers the last phrase when you quiver profoundly after he inserts his fingers inside your aching, inflamed cunt. he fingers you for a moment, feeling a huge wave of satisfaction entering his soulless body. jungkook watches you shake, proud of the mess he made you into. jimin's job was now to finish you off.
"let me take care of this, shall i?" jimin states before he cuts the rope with a flick of his finger against it, releasing you from the rough constraints. you sigh in relief but was quickly replaced with a yelp when jimin carries you into his lap as quick as a whiff of air, immediately aligning the tip of his thick cock along your entrance.
"ow, fuck," you cry, tears falling down your cheeks as he bounces you up and down using the strength of his arms. you were facing away from him, and jungkook takes this opportunity to look you directly into your eyes.
he no longer sees the purity angels were supposed to have. you were now just like them; eyes purely black, skin bruised and scarred. the scab on your shoulder blades from the extraction of your wings was jimin's view, and he gets turned on by them. those scars will never heal that will forever signify your eternal damnation in hell.
wet, filthy, and loud sounds were echoing across the lair as jimin drills your cunt from below. jungkook takes the opportunity to come close and kiss your battered lips from all the biting, kissing you intensely. jungkook was drinking up all the whimpers and screams that came from your mouth, feeling a fifth orgasm building up.
"fuck, angel," jimin jeers, feeling your walls tighten around him, "you're cumming already? i've barely started with you." he spanks your ass sharply, your upper body struggling to keep its composure so you lay your hands on jungkook's torso.
jungkook wasn't done masturbating as well. the louder your moans were, the faster he strokes his cock. "she's being filled up so well, jimin," jungkook moans, "such a good angel for us, letting us do whatever we fucking want."
"i'm—i think," you didn't have the energy to finish your sentence as your body experiences a strong, agonizing orgasm. your body falls onto jungkook, holding onto him as jimin was still pumping his cock up into your pussy, fucking you into oblivion. jungkook holds your head up with two hands, one thumb finding its way inside your mouth for you to suck.
"good slut. take all of his dick," jungkook growls, "i hope you know this is how you'll live each of your day."
your eyes were barely keeping themselves open, your mind almost shutting down.
"your cunt belongs to us now," jungkook says in a low voice, pushing his thumb deeper inside. he smiles in amusement, "welcome to hell, angel."
About: The supernatural series featuring BTS, this is an AU series I have created for everyone’s reading pleasure. We have mermaids, sirens, a fallen angel (devil), werewolves, a werejaguar and a vampire. I hope you all enjoy this series and give it a lot of love, it’s my first time writing something like this. Love you all.
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader (ft. the other BTS members as side characters!)
Genre: Devil! AU, Fluff, Angst, Enemies? (more like idiots) to lovers
Warning(s): Mutual pining (lots of pining b/c WHEN WILL THEY REALIZE), Reader being a hot, clueless mess™, Seokjin being a massive flirt but also a mess (It’s like they’re made for each other), ...more to be added
Estimated Word Count: ~10-15k
Synopsis: Lady Luck has never been on your side. It seems every single bad thing that can happen to you ends up happening. But, it seems your misfortune might have reached its peak when you end up catching the attention of Kim Seokjin, the devil himself.
Genre: Devil AU, Romance, Smut(Not in this part, soon my flowers)
Words: 5.8k
Prompt: Every 50 years, your community sacrifices a group of 18 year olds to Devil to hold off the end of the world. Boys become demon soldiers, girls become demon wives. You’re turning 18 the day of the sacrifice, but, when it comes time for the sacrifice, the Devil only wants you.
It was the night before the gathering in the city plaza before all the soon-to-be adults all diverge from the path of humanity to live the rest of their lives accommodating to the wills and wishes of demons. It was the eve of the annual 50 year sacrificial offering to the Devil himself. Every 50 years this happened to those who are of the age of 18. No younger, no older. When one hits the age of 18, and they are unfortunately chosen to be taken from their families and friends, even some lovers, they are stamped with a contracted sign. A sign of demons, it was like a signature signing them all over to the species of the supernatural.
In the large ballroom of the hotel that is only in business every 50 years, a large group of 50 teenagers were holding a party. Dressed in their finest, drinking despite the lack of age, clenching their teeth into forced smiles as they all tried to desperately push away the inevitable fact they won’t be here tomorrow. 25 female, 25 males all gathered in their prime age of 18. All, but you. You were the exception to one of the most vital rules. You were not yet 18.
You were still a young 17 year old, and if you were just born one day later, you wouldn’t be here. But, it was just your luck that you were born on the exact date that the sacrifice takes place. You were 18 tomorrow, so you were not exempt from the unfortunate event. People would look at you: in pity, in anger, in mixed emotion of envy and lust for them to once again feel they were 17. You felt out of place in a group of people who were older, and who were being forced in the same situation.
It was an odd sensation. The same situation, the same rules, the same consequences, the same grounds and withdraws as every other human in the room, and yet you were the odd one out just over a measly 24 hours. You stuck to the wall almost the entire 2 hours you’ve been here. Attendees weren’t allowed to leave the ballroom until escorted out at 1 am. You’ve been here since 10, and the 1 hour left in your evening couldn’t pass by quickly enough.
Swirling the champagne in your flute glass, watching the golden liquid flow off the glass inside, you sighed. It was a boring night. Watching people dance, get drunk too quickly off champagne, stuff their face with the most elegant of sweets they may never see again. You hadn’t muttered a single word all night, no ‘hellos’, no ‘goodbyes’ and most certainly no ‘yes’ to anyone who asked for a dance.
Standing in a rented A-line 2 piece pink dress with a black mesh over fabric, with fake stones and embroidery covering your chest, your hair loosely curled on your back and shoulders and makeup that allowed your face to change, you did have a few people give you a look, but none opened their mouth. They knew you were the one ‘underage’ sacrifice. It was like you were sneaking into a club with a fake ID instead of attending a final last hoorah as a free human being before being wed to a damn demon. That’s what females did, wed demons. Probably used as some sex slave if you had to guess, but you’ve never heard first-hand stories of course.
You haven’t even met a demon before. You didn’t know if they really were as cruel as you’ve heard, or if they were truly humane and humans were just prejudice. Which is always a strong possibility. One man’s opinion can make a species that is kind seem like an ill mannered, blood-seeking race out to dominate the world. Though, you suppose that’s what this 5 decade sacrifice was avoiding.
It was odd, 50 humans given to the demons and the entire world can go on another 50 years. One year for one human. It was that thought that almost made this whole process worth it. It would allow your family to live longer, after all, you’d provide one year of the next 50.
You were so busy still swirling your beverage in the easily shatter-able flute that you didn’t notice the person standing beside you. Putting their back against the wall next to you, you jumped when they elbowed you ever so slightly to gain your attention. You nearly dropped your delicate flute and sighed when you looked to see a man, smirking down at you as you sighed and gripped at your chest.
“Jesus Christ…!” He chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest, tucking further into the wall for support as he looked at you.
“Ironic words. Religious?” You blew out your lips in a disbelieving sound of disagreement.
“Not at all.” He smiled again.
“Excellent.” He watched as you took a sip of your champagne. Once pulled away from your lips, he took the glass from you as he untucked one of his arms and easily drank the remaining of your beverage. You gaped at him, not only is he the first to speak to you tonight, but he just robbed you of your third glass of champagne. He set the glass on a small table next to him. “I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” You scoffed at him.
“How would you know?”
“I’ve had my eye on you.” You rolled your eyes and lifted your lips into mock disgust at him as you pushed off the wall to go and grab yet another flute, wanting to make up for what he stole from your taste buds. He only grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the wall beside him.
“I mean it, I think that’s enough for one night.” He stopped and scanned your body for a moment. Females always have their stamp on the inside of their wrist, yet as he looked, you had nothing. “You aren’t stamped? Why are you here?” You pulled your hand away from him as you leaned against the wall, staring into the mass of crowds again. Small groups here and there and then the dancers pressed against each other in the middle of the shining dance floor.
“I’m not 18.”
“Then what are you doing as a sacrifice?”
“My birthday is tomorrow. Well, I guess today.” You looked at a nearby clock. 12:07 am. Happy birthday, you’re now officially going to become engaged to a demon today. You sighed as the boy next to you just analysed you further. You were a beautiful girl. The humans did a splendid job at dressing you up to spend your last night with them in full glory. The atmosphere suited you well.
“Well then,” he started with a smile, “in that case: happy birthday…?” He trailed off into a question, clearly wanting your name. That’s all he needed, he needed your name. You looked at him, meeting his gaze, and you swore you had seen it shift in color, but you just blamed your champagne intake of the evening.
“Y/N. I don’t think I need to give you my surname, as that will soon change as you know. So just Y/N is fine.” Y/N huh, a beautiful name for a beautiful human. He liked it.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“And who can I thank for my first birthday wish of the day, hmm?” He chuckled at you. He could easily deflect your question, not give you his name as of now, but he didn’t want to play his usual tactics he would pull as he attended these parties. You interested him, something he hasn’t felt in many years.
“Jimin. I could give you my full name, but let’s stick with the informalities, shall we?” You smiled to him.
“I can roll with that.” Naive. You were so so blissfully naive, it was almost craving for him to want to see more. He pushed off the wall, and gracefully extended his hand to you, offering a slight bend to his body to make him eye level with you as he silently asked for you to take it.
“Dance with me.”
“That’s not how you ask a lady.”
“Who said I was asking?”
“Demanding someone on her birthday? How crass.” He smirked as he rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, being impatient for you to take it before he was pulling you to his chest. Taking step after step backwards, he lead you from the shadowed area of the wallflowers into the bright, lighted area of the ballroom dance floor. He could see your eyes shining so brightly in the light of the room, and how your skin glistened with its natural oils and made you seem simply divine. He was sure that without makeup, you’d be even more breathtaking. But, time will give him his answer. When this night ends, and that makeup and dress are stripped from you, he’ll know.
He lead you as he stepped in tune to the orchestral music played through speakers. He found it cheap. Humans spend so much in gussying their children up, giving them an entire hotel with a ballroom and a buffet of alcohol and sweets that could make a rich man swell up in envy, yet they played music through speakers. Not having an actual orchestra set up is definitely something he would have pegged, but humans are not always a race to see things through to the finest detail.
He was pleasantly surprised when he found you easily falling into line with his steps as he lead you in a traditional waltz. Nothing extravagant, nothing too fancy, but not many humans knew this kind of dance. They were always too busy raving and jumping to and fro with flailing arms. That’s what they called dancing. The times have not been kind to the beauty of dance and the elegance it originally possessed.
“You know the waltz?” You rolled your eyes yet again, smiling to him. A breathtaking sight to him to be sure. When was the last time he could look at something so bright and not want to squint at it’s radiance.
“Of course I do. I wasn’t raised in any back alley. I happen to cherish many forms of classics in many departments of history.” You tilted your head in pride. It was true. You had read many classic plays, poems, books. Studied much about the past through school and through your own research at the library or through listening to your grandmother’s stories. Listened to old music from all genres just to hear how it’s evolved or devolved depending on your opinion.
“You just keep getting better and better.” You scoffed. Was he truly flirting with someone like you? In this situation where the chance of ever seeing him again was at least 99.9% never going to happen? But, what did you have to lose?
“Don’t go falling for me now. We’ll never see each other again after tonight.” Oh, yes, that naivete that he had seen is a staple in your personality. The easy going sarcasm and wit that you used to mask and cover your nervous nature of your uncertain future. Yes, he knew that you assumed that the odds of ever seeing you after tonight was infinitesimal, but he knew otherwise.
“Hmm, maybe if you win me over, the odds will bend in your favor.” You laughed at him. It was a dry laugh, one that said “yeah right, as if.”
“Such hard work,” you quipped back. He smirked as he leaned forward and brushed his lips by your ear, tucking your hair behind the appendage. Your hair was soft, and he could easily smell your scent. The humans must have lathered you in nectar of a honeysuckle, because that was exactly how you smelt. Sweet and tempting. What a wonder you were; had humans always smelt like this, or was it just you?
“But worth it.” You laughed again as you pushed on his chest to back his head back up.
“My eyes are here handsome.” He quirked his brow. “What, I call them as I see them. I’m not afraid to admit when someone has looks. Quite frankly, it’s a miracle I’m dancing with someone who looks like a god.” He laughed, but not because of your compliment, but because of the complete irony of your words. Like a god? Quite unfitting for him.
He thanked you as he then continued to skillfully continue dancing with you. He’d dance with you a song, stop and talk with you for minutes upon minutes only to drag you back to that dance floor and press you against his chest once again in dance. It had been so long since he felt it, so he didn’t remember the feeling of disappointment. However, when the bell chimed 1 and the adults, clad in black entered the room without waiting for the chimes to end, he felt that very emotion in his stomach. He had to let go of you, even if it was just for a bit.
He grabbed your wrist, seeing that somewhere along the time of night, the stamp of a demon had been placed there. He growled at it. While you were distracted with listening to the booming orders of the adults ushering you out of the ballroom to change, change into your own personal clothing, return to your rooms and shower before getting your rest, he glared at your skin. Swiping his thumb gently over the tattoo-like stamp, it vanished, like wiping away water with a rag.
He tugged you towards him, bringing your attention back to his eyes as you stumbled into his chest. He smiled down at you, you blinked questionably up to him. He grabbed at your waist as his hand that held your wrist brought it to his mouth. He kissed the inside of it, just below your palm. You flushed at it, for some reason it felt oddly intimate. It was a small peck to your wrist, yet you felt like he just sucked a bruise on your neck.
He pulled your skin from his lips and smiled as he looked at where the mark use to be before he dropped your arm altogether. He put a small kiss under your eye before he smiled.
“I suppose I’ll see you soon my dear.”
“What makes you say that?” He smiled wider as he caressed your cheek into his palm. Feeling the softness and warmth of your human skin.
“Let’s just say, you officially won me over.” You quirked a brow, as he let you go. You were being called by an adult to move along. You looked at them for a moment and when you looked back to face Jimin and offer your goodbyes, he was gone. Almost like he was never there to begin with.
Within half an hour, you were in your hotel room with a different girl. You had just stepped out of the shower, towel drying your hair as you sat on the edge of your bed in your shorts and button up silk shirt. It was a parting gift of your mother’s. You had gone the extra mile for tomorrow. Washing your hair with the best smelling shampoo. Bathing in the finest of bath oils and lathering Shea butter lotion over your freshly shaved legs.
As you vigorously scrubbed the fluffy towel against your scalp, a thing you really shouldn’t do, your roommate tapped your thigh to get your attention. You stopped your borderline violent action against your head to look at her, pulling the towel away from your face for just enough vision to see her. Blowing puffs of air up and out of your lips to move stray hairs away.
“What’s up?”
“Why is your stamp different from everyone else’s?” You blinked at her, clearly confused. “Your stamp,” she tapped your wrist. “It’s different.” You hadn’t even noticed it was stamped in the first place, but it must’ve been because you finally aged up. She was right.
Her stamp was pale, a shade of pink and in the shape of a circle with to intersecting lines running clear through it, the vertex of the lines just barely off center circle. However, yours was different. It was a bright, bold purple that stood out on your skin. It was no circle either, but a triangle with a single line going through the middle of the shape horizontally. It was completely different, but why?
“I don’t know why? I-” You remembered how Jimin kissed your wrist earlier that night. Did he notice or something? “Jimin kissed me, so maybe he knows something about it. I’ll ask him tomorrow if I see him before the sacrificial march begins.”
“Who?”
“Jimin. He was a guy that attended the party with us.” Your roommate shook her head. “What?”
“I looked through the rooster of all the male and female sacrifices, and there wasn’t a Jimin on the male rooster anywhere.” You shook your head.
“Well, maybe you overlooked him. He was clearly there.” It looked like she wanted to argue against you a bit more, but you honestly just wanted to get to sleep. You resumed your actions of drying your hair as she got the hint and tucked herself into bed. She shut off the lamp by her bed as you soon climbed under your own blankets and shut off your own lamp before falling asleep.
You weren’t nearly as nervous as before, and the thought of Jimin passed by your head once more before you were waking up the next morning at 9 am.
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Much like everyone else, you had been rudely awoken at 9 am by a harsh banging on your door. You had took the liberty of locking the bolt on the door, so if the rude adults did decide to barge in, they most certainly wouldn’t get far. You groaned as you rolled onto your stomach, burying the side of your face into your pillow. Your roommate had leaned out of bed and flicked her bedside lamp on, making you wince at the sudden light. You let out a nasally exhale as you pushed yourself to sit up and blankly stare at the wall.
Yet more bangs and pounding were heard on your door. Along with more and more demands to open the door. You clicked your tongue and trudged to the door, opening the bolts then swinging open the door, only for an over-sized, black clad adult man to waltz in. He wasn’t flattering to look at, and quite frankly, didn’t smell of daisies. He came into the room and stood against the wall, you looked at him. Your tired mind is always accompanied by a cranky attitude, especially when woken so early.
“Can we help you?” You asked with a snarky tone.
“Shut up and get dressed. You’re already causing problems by delaying entry by locking your door. That was specially addressed as something you were not permitted to do.” You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t answering your question and you took a step away from him. You winced as you held back the urge to wave in front of your nose from the stench of his breath. It was like he spent the last 4 hours inhaling nothing but booze, he seriously needed a tic-tac.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He only pushed at your shoulder towards your roommate.
“Get. Dressed.” You hissed at him as you were buttoning your shirt, your back to him. You weren’t too shy at undressing, since if he tried anything all you really had to do is scream bloody murder and someone would come. Whether it be a swarm of adults, or a swarm of girls from other rooms. However, your roommate didn’t move. She was clearly uncomfortable with the man in the room. You turned to him, shirt unbuttoned and bra on display as you stood in front of her.
“Can’t you like, stand in the hall? She’s clearly not going to change with you gawking at her like a fucking pig.” Clearly not the best choice in words, but you weren’t going to lie about your opinion. You’d be gone in a few hours anyways, what’s a few insults to a person anyways? The man was quick to move, but not towards the door like you hoped. He began stalk towards you and reached out to move you, he already made it clear he had no problem with manhandling you.
You only slapped at his hand before he could touch you. The sting of the slap you offered against his palm moved through to his fingertips before he used the back of that same hand to run across your cheek. Your roommate gasped as he then took your shoulder and pushed you away from her towards your clothes on your bed. You pushed your tongue against your cheek as you just took it. You felt the sting of his hand and the small, millimeter cut that must rest beneath your eye from his wedding ring. What kind of psychotic human would marry a man like this?
He looked at your roommate, sneering at her as he moved back to where he stood before at the wall. She then began to change, still uncomfortable. So, you moved to stand in front of her. You refused to change as you stood facing her and opened your shirt like a curtain. She flushed at your nearly bare chest, but you just smiled to her.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t see you. Go ahead and change, no hurry.” You heard the man sigh in annoyance as you just told her not to worry about him. She changed quickly, and soon thanked you as you changed yourself. A pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt and a jacket was probably a bit too casual for a trip to meet your demon fiance, but you couldn’t be bothered. You packed your night clothes and small items into the bag each sacrifice was given and were soon ushered out of the room by the pig who was there since you got out of bed.
Lead down the halls then stairs, you watched as your roommate found her friends among the large crowd of sacrifices outside. They were taking the last few minutes they had to mingle and say goodbye no doubt. You sighed as you once again found yourself alone. Hey, who knows, maybe your demon husband won’t be so bad. Maybe he’d at least give you attention.
Then you mind began to wonder to Jimin. You looked at your wrist as you pulled your jacket sleeve up just to see the different, purple mark on your skin. You still had questions about it, but no one to answer it. Soon the priest of your little sacrificial town would show up to welcome the demons one by one to take the men and choose a woman before going back to whatever hellscape they came from. You didn’t know if they came from Hell or not, but who really knows.
“Maybe the Father will know.”
“Know what?” You jumped as you heard a sudden voice directly into your ear. You whirled around and stepped away as you held your chest as you watched the familiar face scrunch up in a smile and chuckle lightly, just as last night.
“Really? What is with you and sneaking up on people Jimin?” He shook his head.
“I only do it to you. Your reactions are cute.” You rolled your eyes.
“Flattering, really. I’m so honoured.” Ah, there’s that wit he so strongly found attractive. It was different seeing you in such casual clothing after seeing you so finely dressed mere hours ago in a grand ballroom. Your jeans and white shirt was flattering on its own, even if the shirt was almost too transparent. If he focused his eyes just enough, he could see the color of your bra on your chest. Moving up to your brushed hair, resting in the natural state of it not curled or supported with products, then he looked at your makeup free face. So, of course, he saw the red rimmed cut under your eye.
You had forgotten about it already, it didn’t sting and it’s not like it hurt. It was the initial slap that shocked you, but the pain was long gone. So, when Jimin carefully cupped your chin and ran his thumb under your eyes, you were a bit confused.
“What happened?” Then you remembered.
“Oh, it’s no big deal. Just-” You were cut off by the way he looked at you. It was like he was expecting you to tell him you fell, or dropped something on your face, but he knew by the way you brushed it off, that wasn’t the case.
“Did someone hit you?” You tried brushing it off again, it really didn’t matter anymore.
“It’s fine, really Jimin. It’s not a big deal.” His free hand that rested at his side clenched and unclenched, almost like it was begging to punch something, or someone.
“Who did it?” He was so stern in asking, it was like he would hit someone if you didn’t answer. But you know that was impossible. You’ve known him for only hours, but you knew without a doubt, he’d never lay a hand on a lady. He wouldn’t hurt you. You sighed as you looked around. “Was it a sacrifice?” You shook your head.
“No, an adult. He came into my room this morning. My roommate was too nervous to change with him there, so I tried to get him to leave- ah!” You pointed over Jimin’s shoulder as he dropped your cheek and followed your finger to the overweight man, sipping on a coffee. “There. The bigger man.” Jimin saw him. He looked at the glinting ring on his finger, the direct cause of the cut on your face. It didn’t even seem like you washed it, which you should’ve. He didn’t want the man’s disgusting germs going into your bloodstream.
“Him?” Jimin glared at him. His back was turned to you, so you missed the slight change in his eye color as he glared at the coffee he was ready to sip at again. The man suddenly let go of his cup, like it was scorching to the touch. The release of his cup sent the hot liquid onto his chest, where he pulled his shirt away from his chest, and caused a few people around him to chuckle at the situation. Even you laughed under your breath.
Jimin looked at you smile as you watched the man leave the scene to change. You proudly huffed as you looked up to Jimin and smiled wider.
“Karma is a bitch,” you joked, but he was happy to see you smile. He had it coming, even if Jimin didn’t tip the scale. Just like last night, Jimin stepped up to you and quickly, before you could protest, kissed under your eye, directly onto your cut. It made you remind yourself about the stamp on your wrist.
“Hey, Jimin.” He hummed at you. “Did you see this on me last night? You know, before you left?” You pulled up your sleeve of your jacket to show the purple stamp. He smiled at it, still loving the color of it against your skin. The color and shape of the stamp was flattering, or so he thought.
“I did. Was I not suppose to?” He played ignorant, just a bit longer wouldn’t hurt. Just a bit longer in pretending to be a sacrifice wouldn’t be so bad.
“Well, it’s different than the other girls’ so I was wondering if you knew-”
“Park?!” Jimin stopped you with a dry smirk as he looked over his shoulder to the person who shouted his surname, rather informally mind him. You peeked over his shoulder and watched as the priest came closer to you two, clad in his religious get up and holy book in his hand. You looked to see Jimin show his teeth as he turned fully to the Father.
“Ah, Father, how long has it been now?” The Father looked at Jimin almost fearfully, then he seemed to finally notice you, standing behind him. You smiled shyly to the Father, nodding your head in greeting. “50 years at least?” Jimin continued, trying to make him stop looking at you. “You know if you keep staring at Y/N, you’re going to scare her off with your big bad book of God.” He dryly chuckled as the Father looked at him.
“Why are you here? You agreed that every 50 years we give up-”
“Yeah, I know what I said. I’m not like you people, I don’t forget things with age.” Jimin waved off the Father easily, like they weren’t exactly friends. You waved slightly to gain attention, and with the small wave and the sleeve of your jacket still pushed up, the Father saw your stamp.
“Um, excuse me. But, since you’re here Father, is the sacrificial march starting soon? Because I have a few questions to ask you.” The priest cleared his throat.
“The march will-”
“I don’t think we’ll do that this time, oh heavenly Father.” Jimin mocked. He turned and grasped your wrist in his hand delicately, fondly looking at your stamp. “I don’t think I need 50 this time.” The priest was astonished at Jimin’s words, and you were just confused. What were they talking about?
“What- but you agreed that you wouldn’t harm our people with 50 sacrifices. Are you taking away that deal?!” Jimin only rolled his eyes as he moved his eyes to look at the priest.
“Don’t be so dramatic. I didn’t say I wasn’t taking a sacrifice. I most certainly am, and in return I won’t touch your stupid race as promised.” He looked back to you, smiling. You had your brows furrowed as your lips were parted slightly. Your nose was scrunched, and he was happy to see his kiss had successfully healed your cut, making it disappear from your flawless face. He quickly pecked your forehead. His kisses were somehow becoming something you expected, and you didn’t mind the feeling of his lips on you.
“My God… Are you really going to take this human girl?” You looked at the Father as Jimin showed him your wrist, and your different stamp. His stamp.
“I’ll remove the other 49 sacrificial stamps and they are free to stay here with your puny little town. I’m only after one human, and I think she’ll work out just fine.” The priest was worried about how long only one sacrifice would keep his people safe.
“But, our people, the planet. How long do we have. If you only take this one child, then what will become of us?” Jimin clicked his tongue.
“Selfish,” he hissed. The Father seemed to jump back, and this time you caught the change in the color of his eyes as he glared at the priest. “Only thinking of yourself when I propose only taking one human? As the Father of your stupid race, shouldn’t you try and at least bargain with me to change my decision? Or are you so scared of your inevitable doom that you’d willingly hand her over to the claws of the Devil?”
“Jimin,” he looked at you as you call his attention to you. You remember how he kissed you three times since early this morning. How when he glared at the man who hit you, spilt his coffee. How he seemed to stick to you and you didn’t miss how the Father was talking to him like he wasn’t human. “Are you human?”
“No, darling,” he dropped your arm gently and ran his hand through your hair. “I’m most certainly not human.”
“So, you’re a demon?”
“Hmm, almost. Getting closer.” You thought about what he said a moment ago. Maybe it wasn’t just a figure of speech people say. In his case, maybe he really was….
“Jimin, are you the Devil?” He smiled as he pulled a lock of your hair gently to his lips, kissing it’s freshly cleaned strands.
“That I am. Are you afraid of me now?” No, you weren’t. Not at all.
“Why would I be? You’ve been nothing but kind to me.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t all a farce to win you over?” You smiled as you poked at his chest.
“Wasn’t you who told me that I won you over last night?” He smirked at you as he got closer to you.
“You’re very clever,” then he quickly kissed you. He grabbed behind your neck to crane your head up towards him and kissed you with heavy force. You grabbed the neck of his shirt to support yourself. Your wrist felt hot, as the stamp on your wrist turned a blood red and a wave-like line ran from one each end of the horizontal line through it to encase your wrist like a tattooed on bracelet. He pulled away from you and chuckled at your flushed cheeks.
There was a commotion of the other sacrifices shouting about how their stamps all disappeared. You looked at the crowd, to the Father and then to Jimin. He just stared at you, smiling as a doorway of reds, purples and navy appeared behind him. Everyone looked at you now, just as Jimin looked at the priest.
“For her sacrifice, I won’t touch your people.” He looked back down to you. “I won’t touch them unless for some reason she leaves my side.” He was basically declaring that so long as you stayed with him, humans were safe indefinitely. Where you really worth that much in collateral? “Shall we go? I have a lot to show you, and you have a lot to get use to.” You could only nod. You didn’t know why you were nodding and not using your voice like before. Or eve what you were agreeing to in the first place, but somehow, he was too charming to deny.
He opened the door behind him and offered you his hand. Taking it, he lead you through the door and the door shut harshly behind him, phasing into nothing like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Like it was a trick of light and now the priest was left to explain the situation that just changed the way sacrifices have been done for years.
Your 18th birthday was the same day you had unintentionally broken the cycle of the sacrificial ritual and simultaneously somehow managed to become engaged to the Devil himself.
Warnings: Strong language, graphic gore, sexual descriptions.
Description: Bloodstained wings, bloodstained hands, and bloodstained memories. The triad of misery, infamy, and death. Little did they know that even if the two sides were considered polar opposites, they weren’t that much different after all. It was until the two met, the sharp edge of wood almost penetrating her heart, that the truth got out and keeping secrets wasn’t just a tactic anymore. It was vital.
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§ The wind flirted with her jet black hair, swaying between her short wavy locks that fell only a little past her heavy shoulders. Her hips moved along with her feet, her height not that great, but her dominance and confidence could be felt within even a bigger distance. Everyone’s eyes were always on her, wherever she passed from. People would look at her in admiration, infatuation but fear and hatred as well, as she came back from her missions to report to Azazer.
She gave people confident glares, reaching the area in which her uncle sat at this time of day- at night. She threw the man in all black that she held from his wrists in front of Azazer, the stranger already marked by her, blood dripping from his lips and under his eye from a cut she had made herself with her boot. “Angel. All yours” She replied harshly.
“Well, what do we have here?” Azazer stood up from his seat to inspect the wounded angel. He kneeled down in front of him and made him look at his eyes by tilting his head up with his index fingers, as his eyes turned a bright yellow, making the angel reveal its white wings. “Where did you find him?”
“He was inside. One of your incapable guards apparently didn’t notice a man in all black come in, sometime in the day. Maybe you should be careful who you assign jobs to. You’re already bad at your own job, at least hire people that will create a good image for you” You said, your tone cold and monotone as you felt no shame at the way you talked to your own relative. At the end of the day, he deserved it and it was nothing new to anyone, nothing the other demons didn’t know already. Nevertheless, in comparison to you, they felt too much fear to go against him.
You didn’t. There was nothing he could do to stop you. Sure, he could kill you just like he did to your parents for being “insurgents”. But he knew better than to ruin his legacy. You were that. After him, you would be the one to take his place. He knew nobody could do a better job than him, besides you. If he killed you, hell would literally become hell in all of its glory and anarchy would be the only word known between the demons, devils and every other demonic creature there was. “I found him ready to inject some kind of drug to one of your trusted- angels thinking that all of us dress in all black is ridiculous. Thought they were smarter than this”
“He was a spy” You added. “I got him to confess. So go ahead and kill him, just like you do to every one of the angels we find, instead of getting them to confess shit” You said ironically with a cold smile and watched him slaughter the spy with his sharp nails, cutting his throat with one swift move. The lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud and the white wings got stained with the crimson red blood, their whiteness getting less and less bright as the power they held faded away entirely. You turned around expressionless, ready to move on before he stopped you.
“Y/n,” He said. “Good job. You’re making me proud. Come to my office tomorrow morning. There’s something we need to talk about”
You rolled your eyes and walked away, your steps barely audible. You walked towards your den- as they liked to call them just for show-, which was a simple apartment. They did everything for show. You shook your head and noticed the presence of a taller figure walking beside you all of a sudden, but you felt at ease at him beside you. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble”
“So? What will he do? Torture me is all he can do or take away my rights- but he knows he can’t do that because it will be no use. He can torture me and mark me as much as he wants, I don’t give a shit” I shrugged. “He’s already marked my insides, the rest is nothing”
Yoongi rolled his eyes at your stubbornness and nudged your shoulder, trying to lighten up the mood and get the tension out of you. “You should get a boyfriend, a girlfriend, something. Hell, let it be a human. Again”
“You’re really going to bring that up? It’s not my fault they fall in love with me! And in my defense, he was hot. So was the girl I had to taunt a couple of months ago” You said with a small laugh as you opened the door to your apartment and let Yoongi inside before locking twice. “It’s just humans- they forget. You know they were just flings if I want a human I get deported and my power is taken away. The human life is not for me”
Yoongi laughed and nodded. “My girlfriend is great. I suggest you get someone to calm you down because I can’t be that person anymore”
“I don’t need anyone. I need to get Azazer to realize he’s ruining each and every one of our statutes, along with our moral values. This is why demons have been misunderstood and looked at as entirely evil. Our job is to keep the evil in the world at a level that it doesn’t get out of hand. We are assigned to taunt people and test them, to be their devils for a period of time in order to give them experiences that actually help them go on with their lives. But no- Azazer thinks just because the myths humans have written about us make us look evil and as lovers of death, we should be that. Just because he is a psychopath, doesn’t mean we all have to be” You ranted, completely in rage.
“Can’t we just kill him?” Yoongi groaned.
“We both know that if it was that simple, my parents would have done it already,” You said. “But sure, god forbid being actually fair. Sure- my dad shouldn’t have fallen in love with an angel, but she wasn’t an enemy. She actually wanted to help!”
“Hey, I need to go- Azazer has me on some new person tomorrow. We’ll talk? In the meantime, don’t burn anyone alive just because you’re mad” He said with an amused smile.
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure, idiot. I can’t believe this is my best friend. Go get laid, we both know these are excuses”
“We gotta do what we gotta do to survive” He shrugged with a smirk and with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared from your apartment.
The air felt chillier than usual, tingles running down your spine as you got out of the scorching shower and let fresh clothes slip on your tan skin. You brushed your hair in the mirror, your blue eyes reflecting with a shine from your anger, a slight red hue to them from your raging emotions. For a single second, you spotted a small dot of light behind you, as if your eyes twitched and played games with you. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but shook your head anyway.
The atmosphere seemed different than usual; even if your door and windows were locked just like always, there was some sort of energy emitting into the room that was both friendly and lethal at the same time. You scanned your bedroom, your eyes turning grey as you did so, but there was no sign of anything or anyone hidden around you. You gulped down some water, trying to forget it- It’s probably the built up rage that is tripping you out.
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§ You barged into Azazer’s office as if it was no big deal, your audacity as big as your ego, but also your right to act as you wanted towards him. “What do you want now?”
He laughed lightly and gestured to his trusted assistant to leave the office, letting you have your peace- if there was any left. “Good morning to you too, dear niece”
“It’s future Mistress to you, but whatever floats your boat before you say your last words I guess” You faked a smile and it dropped immediately as soon as he laughed. “It’s funny to you?”
“Yes, it is actually. How a little girl like you thinks she can take me down. Ah, just like your father. I must admit my brother was capable and strong- though too emotionally driven. You on the other hand; you’re heartless. We all know by now, but you lack evil in you” He said.
You raised an eyebrow at him and clapped your hands together, making him start choking. He tried to breathe but failed as you applied pressure onto his throat. He reached out for his glass of water, but you clapped twice and made it stop. “Be careful who you underestimate Azazer. Now tell me who you need me to kill so that I don’t have to breathe the same filthy air as you”
“I want you to be sent into Heaven and-”
“Not a chance” You laughed before he could even finish his sentence.
“You’ll be sent to Heaven as a messenger from one of their departments from Earth. You will be sent as one of their trusted humans. All I want you to do is bring me Ion, alive and well” He said. “Since you believe you’re all mighty and brave, it should be easy for you. I’m giving you three days”
“You want me to act human? Seriously? If I’m going to go in, I’ll probably be monitored by someone” I said.
“Exactly. You know you’re the best for this job. So, be useful for once” He shrugged and sat down on his seat. “Three days. Chris will be with you”
You shook your head and groaned. “Fine. Three days you say? Three days it is” You got out of the office and walked to your apartment, well aware that Chris was walking behind you, monitoring every movement of yours, knowing he had to be cautious and report you the moment you do anything suspicious. You opened the door and got inside, turning around to him as soon as you closed it. “Have anything for me?”
“Clothes are on your bed,” He said firmly.
You knew for a fact that the moment you stepped inside to change, he would come with you since Azazer was that much of a dick- thinking you might pull an act in there alone. So you did, and the motherfucking creep kept eyeing you up and down. As soon as you were disguised, wearing all brighter colors of clothing, your makeup way different, just like your perfume, you started your way towards the gates, a long journey ahead.
You weren’t going to just sit in a car with this asshole, but you knew exactly how to take him down. As you were a few minutes away from reaching the gates, you cleared your throat and let out a flirty sigh. “Chris...”
“What?” He asked harshly.
“We should take a break before we go. I’m kind of nervous- in need of a distraction. You and I used to work together. Remember all those parties we had fun at too? You always wanted something from me, but I never gave it to you... Maybe I should give you a chance. You know, for courage” You said.
He raised an eyebrow and pulled over, turning around to look at you. “If this is your way of going against Azazer again I-”
You stopped him by having your hand sneak its way on his thigh and on his crotch, starting to stroke on it, your lips next to his ear, your hot breath fanning his face. “Oh come on... You’ve even told me once when you were drunk, that you wanted to fuck me so much I forget the dominance I put on as a show, right? Let’s see if it’s all an act, Chris. You know you want this”
He cursed under his breath and turned around to kiss you. You felt your body tense up at the awful feel of his dirty lips onto yours but had to do it anyway. You knew all of the high-class demons by heart and manipulating them was just a piece of cake. You pulled away from the kiss and kissed him behind his ear, making him moan from how you touched him, only to take all of that pleasure away in one move. Your teeth got sharper at your command and you opened your mouth, taking his ear in and biting it off entirely. The blood trickled down his head, some of it on your own clothes as he screamed in pain.
You opened the window and spat his ear to the ground, spitting the blood out as well, as you let your claws come out of your usual nail length. You forced them into his chest, piercing into his heart, the darkness in his eyes fading away fast. You took your hand out and cringed at the almost black color of his blood, in comparison to the crimson red hue of an angel’s. You took the water bottle from the middle of the car and cleaned your mouth, spitting the water out. You quickly got out of the car and snapped your fingers, knowing it now must be on fire in some dessert. You rolled your eyes at how easy it was for you to get what you wanted- maybe this was your chance to win.
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§ You had changed into a better set of clothes as you had already passed your security check from the guards. You were quickly sent to the office of Ion, your target. Ion was just like Azazer. He was what Azazer was for Hell. A leader, a representative and he who decided how things happened. It was a fact that he was a way better one than Azazer, but from your countless missions, you knew that he wasn’t as good as everyone thought. Angels were always shown as good, as those who brought light, happiness, peace. The truth is, their white wings were in fact red. Stained from the blood they had shed of others, trying to get their way. They were just as manipulative as demons and devils, if not even more.
You smiled as a blonde secretary in a white dress took you to Ion, his stance dominant just like yours was. Nevertheless, you were careful at how much confidence you showed. You needed to show the good part of it, the part of it that would, in fact, show him he can trust you with whatever he thinks you are helping with down on earth. “Y/n,”
“Mr. Ion” You smiled back at him. “So great to finally be here with you. Was about time we met”
“Indeed. I’ve heard a lot of things about you” He said. “Since today is just bad timing and my day is busy, I’m going to skip everything that you already know and introduce you to your guide, that will be here with you. Hoseok, come on in” He said and his eyes focused behind you.
You never thought angels truly appeared like this. As if they emitted light into a room, as if their smile could charm you the moment you saw it and their eyes made you feel warm and secure. At the same time, something was bugging you at the back of your stomach, your gut screaming at you that there was something about him that felt off. “Ah, finally. This is the Y/N”
“And you must be my guide?” You asked, holding your hand out for him to shake. He smirked lightly and shook your hand, the feeling sending small sparks onto your skin.
“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. Your personal angel in command” He said. “Ion, they are asking for you already. You should go, I’ve got it from here on”
Ion nodded before greeting you once more and the door behind him closed. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you turned around, pressure being put onto your chest. You looked down at your chest to see a piece of wood, its point sharp and lethal, being pressed against your heart, your white dress stained with a small dot of blood, that got bigger as more pressure was put onto it. You looked up at Hoseok, hissing in pain, feeling unable to use your powers. With his face inches away from you, his eyes sparkled in a way that you have never seen before in anyone.
“Now it’s just you and me”
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§ You gritted your teeth and locked your jaw in place as Hoseok’s firm arm rested against your neck, blocking your airway partially, the stain of blood on your chest getting bigger as he kept applying pressure, just enough for it to hurt you. His eyes were a dark brown, so dark his irises were barely distinguished. You struggled to keep yours their normal ocean blue colour, trying to keep playing your human character. “Y/n... You think you’re really getting away with something like this?”
“I don’t understand. Do I know you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure you’re trying to pierce through my heart”
“Yet you’re showing no sign of pain,” He said. “You’re good at this, aren’t you? You fooled too many people already, but little do you know”
“What exactly are you trying to say here, Hoseok?”
“You think I wouldn’t know you? The y/n? I’m not just some angel, babe. I’m more than that. You know how you are one of the greatest in Hell? Consider me your equal in Heaven” He said.
“I don’t-”
“If you keep putting on the act of being human, save it for someone who will actually believe you. I’m sorry to tell you that that’s not me” He said, his voice harsh but smooth as honey at the same time. His voice brought the image of a soft hue of blue in your head- just like the colour of the morning sky, mixed with a deep fiery red- reminding you of the blood that trickled down the angel’s slaughtered neck that had intruded Heaven only yesterday, painting a purple forest of intricate flowers and broken pieces of wood, mixed with the smell of pain and blood in your own, already colourful mind.
The silence lasted for mere seconds, but the way you focused on each other’s eyes, how your gazes were set trying to unravel all you were thinking of, made your skin tingle and a blaze of fire go through your body. “Who are you?” You asked.
He smirked widely and all of the pressure was lifted off of your body, as he pulled away, taking the sharpened piece of wood out of your chest and making it disappear with one snap of the fingers. You gasped at the loss of the feeling and breathed out for air, your eyes never leaving him as he walked towards the chair of Ion’s desk, sitting down as if it was his. He crossed his legs and rested his arms on each side of the spinning chair, the smirk still present on his pink lips. “I am glad you finally asked. I know you’re smart, strikes me to see you get so stuck in front of me. Jung Hoseok. Angel. But also devil hunter. Specially assigned to monitor you. A high-class devil, going around and killing people, taking away their powers. Biting off ears?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“So you monitored all of my moves?” You raised an eyebrow back. “What did you expect me to do, bite his dick off? He’s like Azazer’s pet, he’d do anything he asked him to. I couldn’t come here on a mission and have him bothering me and possibly even making me fail it”
He chuckled a little and nodded. “Right. Maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk about our intentions”
“Our intentions?” You asked crossing your arms across your chest.
“You will understand as soon as I tell you. Don’t be impatient. You might be independent and dominant, but so am I” He said. “Let’s go. We’ll have to teleport, we can’t have you walking around with a blood-stained dress, or with that evil look in your eyes. Not everyone is as smart as I am, but you can’t even hide your lack of emotion”
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§ You looked around, knowing he has taken you to what seemed to be his apartment. It looked clean, but also very fun. Interesting. Besides how intriguing he seemed to you, his apartment felt warm, almost welcoming even to you. If these were going to be your last days here, you might as well make them count. You didn’t know what exactly his intentions were yet. “So are you going to tell me if you want to kill me or not?”
He let out a chuckle and walked to his kitchen, but you stayed there. “I’m not going to follow you”
“If you want to know, I advise you to come with me. Your choice” He said.
You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms in front of your chest. You waited for him to come back with an annoyed expression on your face. You weren’t going to do as he told you, you would stand your ground and show him that you can fight back, whatever he wanted from you. He came back with a laugh and shook his head at you as he stood in front of you. his height hovering over you. “If that’s what you want”
“How long have you been stalking me for?” You asked him.
“The proper name is monitoring, but call it what you want. Not that long, but long enough to know your ways. You really are something else, aren’t you? People are not that wrong about how you are one of the most heartless devils there are. But somehow even if heartless, you spare lives and you’re fair. Strikes me. You’re just like your father. Your mother was more feeling dominated” He said, crossing his own arms in front of his chest.
“Do you really think you have the right to talk about my parents?” You asked him. “You want something from me. If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it already, you wouldn’t have brought me here. Aren’t you breaking rules if you were assigned to kill me? You’re a devil hunter, you kill us”
“You weren’t assigned to me by a superior,” He said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I assigned you to myself. And you’re right, I do want something from you. I don’t like you but, you could be a lot of help”
“Good to know that feelings are mutual,” You said, coldly. “How could I help? You’re planning to kill Ion or something?”
“Not just Ion. Azazer too” He said.
You raised your eyebrows at him, thinking he was dumb to make thoughts like those and let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, good one Hoseok. Your expectations are really high, but I guess we can all dream. And who are you even to be able to do that and seek for my help?”
“I’m the leader of a very strong group of people,” He said. “Including some of yours. It might come off as a surprise, but most demons and devils hate Azazer’s guts. It’s the group your own parents had made”
“The what?” You asked, your lips parted. “My parents didn’t-”
“Your parents had a group. You were just too young for them to tell you. They assigned it to my family and my mother eventually gave the leadership to me, thinking I was fitting for the position more than she is. The group had died down and was forgotten until a few months ago when I brought it back. It’s going great, but we need more than just half of our populations combined to kill both of them. We need you” He looked into your eyes, waiting for a response at his words.
You took in a deep breath and nodded. “And what makes you think I believe all you said? You could be pulling all of that crap right out of your ass for all I know, and using my parents against me” You pointed out.
“Because you wouldn’t care if it was your parents’ plan or not. You hate both of them, you want them dead and you want to take Azazer’s place. I seek peace between us and for both of our jobs to be done properly. You seek justice. That goes well together, don’t you think?” He asked you.
“Sure they do. But do you have any plans? Because you act so mighty in front of me, do you actually know what it takes to kill a Hell Master? It’s not that simple. You literally need to take their heart out and burn it in the Golden Goblet” You said.
“I know” He nodded. “That’s why I need you to help me”
“You need me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“I do need you too. Not just the others. I might be strong, but having someone equally as strong beside me is vital. We both want to win. So why not just help me, y/n?” He asked, the distance between the two of you less than what you remembered it to be.
You looked up at him, keeping your stance as dominant as possible over his, which was overpowering. You felt it in your whole body, how powerful he was, how he could actually even manipulate you if you let him. “Fine. I’ll help you”
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§ “You can stay with me for these three days,” He said, walking to his kitchen again. This time, you followed behind. Without having to ask, he poured you a cold glass of water and offered it to you, leaving it on the table. “Ion wanted to get you a guest room in his mansion, but I didn’t trust that knowing you might agree to work with me. So I offered”
“I don’t need to stay here. You obviously hate my guts, so why have to deal with me more than just when we work together?” You asked him.
“I think I can take three days of you” He smirked. “I followed you around for many more than that. I know you by now, maybe better than your own best friend” He said, taking out things from his fridge. “Hungry?”
“Sure” You shrugged. “So what exactly do you know then? If you think so highly of yourself that you are knowledgeable of me”
“This Yoongi guy. What’s he to you?” He asked, his eyes not meeting yours for even a single second.
“What is that kind of information to you?” You asked him, intrigued.
He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “I might know a thing or two. I’m curious. I need to start liking you if we’re going to spend time together. It’s not going to be just these three days”
“It is going to be just these days. After we’re done, you and I go off to Hell and Heaven and never meet again. Simple” You said. “He’s just a special friend of mine”
“Special” He laughed lightly. “Fucking around with someone qualifies them as a special person in your life then?”
“It’s not just that. He was there and he stayed there, in comparison to other people in my life that were ungrateful. He never left and he’s still beside me. That makes him special. The rest doesn’t matter. It was all emotionless, just a getaway. So you have no right to judge that and question it to me. You’ve never just fucked around? I bet you’re the kind to have relationships, but I also bet you have been like that” You told him.
“I’m not judging you” He shook his head, as he cut tomatoes to make a simple pasta with homemade tomato sauce. “And I haven’t had many relationships anyway. Just two and only one mattered”
“Ongoing I suppose? Does your girlfriend support you?” You asked him.
“My girlfriend is dead,” He said, his words harsh and cold as if he just closed a door in your face and shut you off from his heart.
You sat on the counter next to him, making him raise an eyebrow at you. “From what?”
“Killed. By one of yours” He said.
Your lips parted to speak, but there were no words that would be enough for him to make him like you. Although this had nothing to do with you, you felt as if he hated you for this exact reason. And somehow, a part of you wanted for him to at least find you tolerable if not pleasant. “Did she do anything?”
“Yeah,” He said. “She cheated on me on a mission in Hell. Isn’t that enough of a crime?” He laughed, his laugh dark and full of hurt. “But she failed her mission and got caught the moment she was going to steal some documents. She wasn’t exactly made for those kinds of missions. Or any missions. She was calm. Angelic in all of its meanings”
You bit your lip and got off the counter, feeling a wave of pressure and tension between your bodies and the atmosphere lingering in the air. “Would it be okay with you if I took a shower? I suppose my luggage is probably here already”
“Yeah, go ahead,” He said. “End of the hall. You’re going to be sleeping in my room. Probably one of greatest mistakes, but I might die in this plan anyway. So who’s it going to hurt if I let you in huh?”
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§ The hot water run down your skin like the clear water that runs in rivers, between harsh and sharp rocks, giving it a gentle touch between the cruel reality. Your lips parted as you let your head fall back and the drops of refreshing and calming liquid caress your face. You took in steady breaths, the thoughts in your head trying to drive you insane. What was going to happen was big and maybe the person you chose to do it with wasn’t the best. You didn’t even know the guy, so why did you even agree? Why didn’t you give it time?
You couldn’t. The truth was that you had to do something now if you wanted to win and not be a slave of your own uncle for the rest of your life- and not only you but many more innocent devils and demons. If three days passed and you didn’t bring him Ion, he would have you executed for all you knew. Everyone always thought he would never kill you because you are useful to him. You are indeed a precious belonging for him, but he has changed to the worst. He has no mercy any longer, killing people in front of huge crowds with no concern over the younger ones.
The handle screeched a little as you turned it around to stop the water from running any longer and you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a clean white towel around your naked body, the cloth hugging your curves. You put on a new set of underwear and pants, pulling a tank top over your head, to hear rustling behind you. You turned around as you pulled it down and saw Hoseok leaning on the door frame, his legs crossed just like his arms, his eyes fixated on your figure and then your captivating blue eyes. “Did you need anything?” You asked him, taking a few steps towards him.
He shook his head and looked down at his feet for a second. “No” He replied, licking his lips. “Just... The food is ready if you want to eat”
“Okay...” You said, your bodies only a few inches away, something that happened so naturally that your brain didn’t even process it happened until now, that you felt the energy emit off of him “Are you sure it’s just that, Hoseok?” You asked, your voice low and steady.
“No,” He said again, the same tone in his voice. Low. Deep. Raspy. “Somehow... there’s more that I want, but it’s not words that I want to express”
You looked at his lips for a mere moment, as they looked perfect. Their shape was sculptured a way that made you lick your own. Big enough to make them look like small pink pillows. Glossy and smooth enough to make you want to get as much of a taste of them as you can. And the thing was, it wasn’t just his lips. It was everything he was from head to toe, inside and out even if you didn’t know it all. His nose, his glass like skin, his small but piercing eyes, his silky black hair. The way his body was perfectly aligned and all it got out to you. His energy wasn’t just calm and welcoming. It was so different and intriguing that you wanted all of it, all to yourself, even for a single time.
“Do you want something?” He asked.
“We all always have a desire” You simply replied. “And it’s never enough as soon as we make it happen. And it’s more than just one”
The next few movements happened so fast that you didn’t have the time to decide if you wanted them to happen in the first place. Hoseok took a few steps towards you, making you take a step back and the door was slammed closed by his foot as he took your arms and turned you around, pushing you up against it. His palm rested on your cheek as your foreheads rested onto one another’s and he looked at your lips, brushing his own against yours. “You must be desirable to a lot of people. Can’t say I blame them”
“Same goes to you, Angel boy” You smirked at him. “Bet you’ve committed as many crimes as I have with those looks”
“You have a lot of assumptions of me too, I see,” He said, his lips pulling up at one side. “You’re not going to force me off of you? Tell me to know my place, huh? I thought you were supposed to be a dominant person, future Hell Mistress”
“Hmm... I am. But I’m not going to do it” You said. “I don’t want to” You whispered in his ear, coming back down to look at his eyes.
He crashed his lips onto yours and they molded just like sea water kisses the golden sand smoothly, perfectly. Naturally. Like puzzle pieces fit together just right. You pulled away just to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “We just met. Maybe this is your technique to get me killed”
“Did just meeting someone ever stop you?” He asked.
“Valid” You shrugged and kissed him again.
As you tasted his lips again, a small gasp escaped your lips when he pulled away this time. “Aren’t you going to say that shit about how I’m an angel and you’re a devil and that’s forbidden? You’re a fucking royal devil, y/n”
“You think I care?” You asked. “Just give me what we both need”
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§ Two of the three days passed too quickly for your liking and the angst of the situation built up around you and Hoseok, minute by minute. What happened the first night, had kept you two at an edge the whole time you were a little too close to one another. You knew it. Just like you said at the mercy of his presence, desires- even if claimed- are never enough. You were greedy; greedy for more of him and how good he tasted. Not just how his lips tasted, or your lips on his skin, but how his soul tasted, being revealed right in front of your eyes and being given to you in a single night.
One day you didn’t even know him and the next it felt as if you could have known him from the moment he was born. Just like he felt with you. You stole glances the first chance you got and even if he caught you or you caught him, your eyes lingered on each other for more than enough seconds for many more thoughts to pop into your head and chills to take over your whole entire being.
The plan was set and so was everyone. Ion was first to be taken down, and you were more than sure it was the easier case. Hoseok could kill Ion with his eyes closed, he trusted him like the back of his hand. You were so surprised to see that almost the whole population of Heaven was on with the plan. Everyone else who wasn’t was captured, killed and made to disappear and forgotten. It was a secure plan and it happened quickly with no further demands or fuss.
This was the difference between Devils and Angels. Angels agreed and understood one another. They knew what was vital, what was enough and when they needed to stop. Devils, on the other hand, were greedy, egotistic creatures that wanted the best they could have no matter the cost. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a victim of that gene. Selfishly enough, in a time where everything was a life or death issue, your mind was set on what happened with Hoseok after this was hopefully over. You were greedy to get him to be beside you again, see him raw and uncensored and that was selfish- to distract yourself when you needed to protect the rights and the lives of your people, the people that trusted you.
Swift movements, barely audible steps, and loud whispers brought you to the moment you waited for, for as long as you remembered. You stood with Azazer in your hands, dark blood running down his hoarse skin as the slits in his neck were cut deep from your claws. The blood dripped down from your own hands and a laugh escaped Azazer’s mouth, his eyes tired but still as dead as he always looked inside. “What is it now, niece. You’re finally getting what you always wanted. Why are you holding back? I’m all your to see burn alive. Or have you finally changed your mind?”
Your lips parted and the sight of your parents being killed in front of your teenager eyes run through your mind, again and again, your own screams echoing in your ears. Everything stopped around you and your hands felt weak. Azazer taking advantage of your throbbing flashback balled his hands into fists and made a golden rope appear around Hoseok’s neck who was standing beside you, holding Azazer’s head down. Hoseok fell to the floor behind him, choking, trying to get a word out. “Y/n, d-do i-it,” He said, hissing in pain and coughing out small droplets of blood as his neck was crushed.
A yell escaped your mouth the same moment a tear fell down your tear duct, giving your hand the order to go through your own blood relative’s chest and take his heart out. You gasped as you saw the heartbeat in your palm, Azazer’s hand falling to the ground, the red in his eyes becoming a dull white and the colour of his skin being drained out by death. You took the heart and threw it in the Golden Goblet as soon as Hoseok was let to breathe and you cried out, seeing the organ burn to ashes.
You cried. For the first time in thirteen years, actual tears made your skin wet and sobs escaped your mouth as you covered it with your bloody hands.
The triad was completed, at that moment.
Bloodstained wings. The wings of both sides dripped in blood, the white and black feathers mixed together in the pool around Azazer’s blood. But of countless other innocents or criminals’ vital substance that used to flow in their veins, giving them extraordinary powers, rights, responsibilities and simply; life.
Bloodstained hands. The hands that were stained with red, deep or light, filling hearts and minds with guilt, pleasure, justice or sadness. Lives that were even taken with bare hands, just like this one.
Bloodstained memories. The memories of parents being slaughtered in front of a child’s eyes, its own uncle indifferent of the pain he caused. The memories of a loved one turning to a different person than the one they knew, and being caught in a lie and killed in front of him.
This might be the triad of misery, infamy, and death, but only as long as morals are set to the side. But if used with emotion and mercy, it can be the triad of peace.
Hoseok held you in his arms as you gasped for breath and his head rested on yours, his eyes closed. “It’s okay. It’s over. It’s all over”
As you watched him walk off out of the gate of Hell to go serve his duty in his own world, he looked behind him and turned around, only to have you walk up to him again and kiss his lips, the taste familiar and at this point, a reminder of what home feels like. “Don’t you dare not come back to me”
“Or else?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Or I’ll kill you” You playfully hit his shoulder, letting him walk off. Walk off away when you actually needed him, but knew you had to do your own job. When were you going to see him again? He was an angel sent to you, just like what your mother was to your father. Their story ended in death and yours started with it. All you could do was hope it would continue soon and end completed.
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AU: I hope you guys enjoyed this concept. I got inspired from the season greetings 2019 photoshoot because the boys looked like angels. I needed a break from requests and felt the need to do something creative to spark my productivity. I really did enjoy writing this, it’s all yours now babes!
P.S. If this does good enough, I’ll write three additional parts. The plotting of how they took down the leaders, their pasts and the aftermath.
It was a hazy, heavy feeling on your head as you were pulled through that strange doorway to nowhere with Jimin. You felt him grip tighter onto your hand, even pulling you towards his chest to steady you, as if he knew you would feel so light headed. One moment you were in your town, then surrounded by hues of reds, violets, and blues and then with a few blinks, you were standing in front of a giant palace like building.
It was hot. Wherever Jimin had taken you was unbelievably warm, and you suddenly felt stifled in your jacket and jeans. He removed his grasp from you as he moved to stand in front of you. He looked at your flushed cheeks from the heat and his eyes changed for just a split moment. He moved to pushed your jacket off your shoulders, as you lazily let it fall to the floor. The heat was making you lethargic. Once the jacket was removed, his hands rested on your shoulders, picking at the fabric of your shirt.
“You’ll have to excuse my actions, darling,” you opened your mouth to question him with slurred words but only squeaked in surprised as he was soon fisting the shoulders of your shirt in his palms and harshly pulling in opposite directions. Your shirt was torn in half, each half in either one of his hands. Your hands reflexively moved to cover your chest, but what you felt wasn’t your bra you put on this morning. It was much too soft to be your harsh, chest digging, wired bra. You also finally noticed that your legs didn’t feel trapped under your jeans anymore, but felt free and airy.
Looking down at your body, it was like some illusion; a trick of the eye. Because what you now wore, you most certain never owned before. A pair of black, waist high casual chiffon pants with slits up the legs aired out your lower body, making the trapped feeling disperse. And your chest held a sleeveless, black crop off- the neck and straps looping around your neck to form a pentagram on your chest. You rolled your eyes and looked from the upside-down star symbol to the smirking Devil himself.
“Real clever,” you sassed as you pointed to your chest. He shrugged as he chuckled at your attitude. It seemed you felt better once you had changed clothing. He wasn’t surprised. The heat where he lived was much more intense than the world you were from. You were just a human, so it would be a while yet until you're completely use to the heat. “Was it really necessary to man handle me though? I could have just changed if you asked me too.”
“I gave you a fair warning.”
“Telling me to ‘excuse your actions’, isn’t much of a warning Jimin.” You stopped yourself short of continuing the conversation. Jimin was technically a deity, or a god or Devil, right? So, he was of higher power. You still weren’t completely up to speed on everything that’s happened in the last few hours, and part of you almost thought you were being rude. Just calling him by name, wouldn’t that be wrong to call the equivalent King of what you assumed was Hell?
“Um, Jimin?” He, who was now behind you tying your hair up with something, turned his attention back to you with a hum. “It is okay to call you by name? Like I’m not being rude or anything, right?” He blinked a few times, confused before he sighed and grabbed your wrist and walked in front of you again, finished with your hair. He lifted it to his lips, and just like he has done times before, he kissed your stamp encased wrist. He parted his lips to bite down just enough to make you wince.
“This stamp of yours,” he kissed at the barely visible indent on your skin from his teeth just below your stamp, “makes you just like me. I’m powerful yes, but so are you. I don’t care what you call me,” he grinned as he let your wrist go gently. “So long as you don’t insult me, call me what you like.” You nodded at him as you let your wrist hang at your side again. It wasn’t too much long before a man came running to Jimin’s side, shouting to him.
“Sire!” The man looked much older than Jimin did- but then again you didn’t know Jimin’s actual age- physically speaking. But you also noticed that Jimin looked slightly different than he had before. As he spoke to the man who approached him, you finally took the time to actually look at Jimin.
His casual, human-like clothing from earlier faded, just like yours did before. He wore a pair of black pants, only hugging his thighs as they hung to the floor at his bare feet. A white, puffed shirt with only three buttons in the front of it by the low-cut collar, but the shirt was cut with two, parallel, lines in the middle of his back, almost like he was mocking the fact he use to have wings. His hair that was once hung over his forehead has been pushed to expose it into a side part. And his tanned skin seemed almost more ethereal than before. He was attractive in the sun, but now it’s almost criminal in the dim lights of his world.
“Bring Jungkook to me in a bit. I’ll need to talk to him.” You caught on to the last bit of the conversation as the older man offered a nodded and trotted away from Jimin, who then turned back to you. “Jungkook will help you get use to the atmosphere and the way of life here when I can’t. You’ll meet him later.” You nodded. You figured Jimin would be a busy man, but you were a bit saddened that he wouldn’t be with you as much as you originally thought he would be. “For now,” he moved closer to you, pushing the palm of his hand into the small of your back, making you stand beside him as he started walking. “Let’s walk, shall we? You have much to learn.”
Much to learn was what you would describe as an understatement. You had shot question after question to Jimin, and he’d answer without hesitation. It really did show just how long he’s lived here; just how long he’s been the Devil. It was strange to look at the man who seems just barely older than you, but know he’s hundreds, maybe even thousands, of years old by now. His knowledge was wide and it made you feel so little beside him. Yet flattered, because someway, somehow, he choose you.
You, over 49 other 18 year old young men and women, and even before that. Out of hundreds of chances he’s had, he picked you. But, perhaps you weren’t the only one he’s ever chosen. You wondered why the thought of you not being his first choice irritated you. You’ve barely known him a day. Maybe it’s a Devil thing.
“Y/N?” Jimin had caught on to your mindless mental wondering as he was talking, trying to teach you the do’s and don’ts of around the palace. You looked up to him and hummed, he chuckled at you as he tapped at your forehead. “Are you listening? You seemed like you were ignoring me.” You shook your head at him.
“No! I’m listening, just also thinking. It’s a lot to take in in just a few hours, you know?” You nervously pass it off, and Jimin knows that it’s not the complete truth. He lets it go nonetheless and decides to change the topic.
“You have all the time to learn now, but I should at least tell you how to get to your room from here.” You looked up to him, a bit shocked. Your expression confused him as he rose one of his brows and looked down at meet your gaze. “What?”
“I get my own room?” He chuckled. Of course you would ask that. How endearing you could be.
“Of course you do. Unless you would like to share a room, but I’ll have you know I’m very possessive.” He chuckled down to you are he took a slight step closer to you. You felt your cheeks heat once again as you took your own micro step backwards. Your small movement made him smirk as he looped his arm around your back, making your step back become a twice as large step towards his chest. “I have no problems with personal space. You’ll also need to learn that.”
“Am I interrupting something?” A new, foreign voice made you jump as you attempted to back away from Jimin. In your sudden stupor, you had slammed your foot down onto Jimin’s bare one, making him hiss as he let you go to stumble backwards. The foreign voice moved to grab your arm to keep you from falling to your rear and you let a sigh leave your lips. You craned your neck to look behind you to thank the person who caught you and saw a young man.
“Thank you,” he only laughed as he pushed you back to where you stood flat-footed. He looked very human. Tanned skin, bright eyes, and black hair that was parted similarly like Jimin’s. His physique was nothing to sneeze at either. His short sleeved white shirt that was tucked into his black, thigh hugging pants was proof enough of that. “I’m Jungkook! You must be the girl Jimin brought back with him then.”
“Uh- yes, I am.” You cleared your throat. “Okay, this may come across as rude, but are you-”
“He’s human, just like you.” You jumped as Jimin spoke from behind you, walking around to your side. “I’ll have him teach you things I can’t, and you can go to him if you need anything humane that I can’t provide.” You shaped your mouth into that of an ‘o’ and nodded. So, he was basically your guardian. But, he didn’t look much older than you did. It was like you had a babysitter.
Jimin noticed your slight pout as smiled as he put his hand on your shoulder.
“Trust me, he won’t hover over you. You’ll call if you need him. He’s not a bad man, trust me.” You looked a Jimin. You did trust him, so you had no choice but to give Jungkook a chance. Looking back at your new ‘overseer’ you noticed he was a bit nervous. Fiddling with his hands and looking to and fro to try and look like he was doing something. “He’s a bit nervous around women,” Jimin whispered to you with a light smirk. The tease.
You stepped forward just a bit to extend your hand out to him. He looked at the stamp on your wrist and cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure how to act around girls to begin with, and knowing he was going to be around you wasn’t helping his case. Especially when he knew that you were Jimin’s.
“I’m Y/N. Hopefully we can get along civilly as two humans, yeah?” He looked at you and cleared his throat one more time before he clasped his hand in your own. It was odd, touching someone after so long that was warm like him, and not cool to the touch like the demon’s he’s befriended. You’re the first human Jungkook has come across for a long time.
After a while, and a few more introductions into conversation, Jimin excused himself to do a bit of work, leaving Jungkook with you. He had begun taking you to your room, and of course, he was silent. You looked at him from the side of your eyes as his boot clad feet echoed in the corridor as opposed to your open sandalled feet.
“How long have you been here?” You asked as Jungkook looked down at you then ahead of him, cupping his chin in thought.
“A long time. Uh, how many human years, maybe 150 years?” You nearly choked. You looked up at him in disbelief. There is no way this man is over the age of 25, let alone 100! He laughed at your blown wide eyes and unbelievable expression. “Time works much slower here than it does on Earth. You’ve only been here a few hours, but I bet at least a day has passed already.” One hell of a time gap.
“And, where is here exactly? It feels way too cliche to say ‘oh I was just taken to Hell’. Does it have a name?” Jungkook shrugged.
“We around here don’t really call it anything. We have Areas, that’s what we call anywhere outside the palace. Area 1 all the way through Area 147. We have 147 Areas right now, but the number could increase or decrease anytime. It’s always fluctuating.” Areas huh.
“And what Area are we in now? Since it’s the palace it should be 1, right?” He shook his head.
“Nope, this was the 7th Area founded. It was the most suitable for a giant palace and the foundation was more fruitful than others, so that’s where we are. Area 7.” You nodded. That was quite a unique way of looking and mapping out a world. You still didn’t really get any answer on where you were. A different world, a parallel dimension, you had no clue. But it wasn’t vital information. After all, you weren’t going back home, so it’s not like you needed to know in the first place.
Jungkook had walked you around the palace a bit more, explaining things in a way that was easier for you to understand. He’d been here for a long time, but he hasn’t lost touch with his human-self. He still knew how to act like the guard of the palace he is, and his human birth counterpart. After a bit more walking around, he lead you to to your room. Standing in front of a door that was well higher than your head.
“It’s your own room, but if you ask me Jimin is still stingy. He put your room right next to his. How clingy is that for some high and mighty Devil King?” He poked at Jimin while he wasn’t present. You chuckled at his secret teasing. You looked down the hall to the other door that is nearly identical to yours. So that was Jimin’s room?
Jungkook looked to you and held his hand out, like he was expecting you to hand him something.
“I need your room key.”
“Yeah, and do you think I have it?”
“Well, obviously.”
“Do you see pockets anywhere on me Jungkook?” He sighed as he turned your around and you felt him pluck something out of your hair. Your hair that Jimin had tied up earlier fell around your shoulders as Jungkook showed you a rather elegant, two-pronged hair pin. So that’s how he tied your hair?
“This,” Jungkook turned and put the pin into a slot in the door that was the exact fit for the hair piece. “Is your room key.” The door jarred open and Jungkook took the pin back out and gave it to your, placing it in your palm. He laughed at a few standing hairs and smoothed them out. “Jimin created the room and pin for you just last night, so we hope you find it satisfactory, even if it was a rushed job.” You held the pin in your hand as Jungkook opened the door and waited for you to enter first. “After you?”
“This was rushed?” You asked stunned as you looked around the room. It was absolutely breathtaking. A grand room with king canopy bed, and a lighter color scheme you personally weren’t expecting. Whites and golds and corals everywhere. A wardrobe with all sorts of clothes, dressers and vanities for holding your belongings and makeup application if you wished. A door off to the side of the room leading into a en-suite bathroom with a separate tub and shower. Marble and tiled floors that shined as the light hit it. “There was no way this was just made last night.”
“Well, it was technically this morning when Jimin got back to the palace. He was pretty adamant in working quickly. He was on a time limit. I didn’t think I’d be able to pry him out earlier to even get you. He only left when I promised to fix a few things he saw wrong.” You turned to Jungkook.
“What could possibly be wrong about any of this?!” He smiled as he pointed up. You followed his fingers and opened your mouth in awe at the light of the room. It was hardly a light at all, but almost like an artificial sun. It shone with as much intensity and with it, you finally felt the warm it brought to your skin.
“He wanted to create a false sun. He knows that you may grow to miss Earth, and so he wanted to recreate something for you. It provides light that can be altered from a dial and it also keeps you warm without burning your skin. Pretty nifty, huh?” Jungkook watched you stare up and walked to the wall were the light dial was and turned it down so it wasn’t so harsh on your eyes. “That’s why the colors are so contrasted with the rest of the palace as well.”
He... Jimin did all of this just so you wouldn’t feel so homesick? He had planned on taking you with him the moment you met and in such a short amount of time he’s already done so much. It’s not fair that you can’t do anything for him. You weren’t anything when held in comparison. You finally noticed that your bag of your small amount of belongs was now on your bed as well, and you finally took the time to notice that it’s been off your back since you arrived.
Jungkook watched you as you looked around and noticed Jimin who stood in the doorway, now watching you as well. Jungkook smiled at him as he snuck out and Jimin just crossed his arms and continued to watch you for a bit longer. He moved to knock on the door, startling you as you whipped around to see his smiling face. He walked in, shutting the door behind him as he dimmed the lights further, seeing as your eyes narrowed from the light.
“There are still things I would like to work on, but it is your room. I hope it works for the moment.” You nodded.
“I don’t want you to fix anything about it when I don’t see anything wrong with it in the first place.” He looked around, placing one hand on his hip. He could pick out anything he was unsatisfied with and write a book about any imperfection he saw. He sighed as you nudged him. “I mean it, don’t touch anything. I think it’s absolutely lovely.” He huffed as he looked down at you.
“Are you sure? I could-” You shook your head.
“Nope. My room, my rules. No touching.” He smirked at you.
“Someone’s already getting an attitude. Don’t get power hungry now my dear.” You rolled your eyes. He reached to grab your hair as you then held the hair pin out to him. He arched his brow as you smiled.
“It was clever to make this pin my key. But, I had to take my hair down, so would you put it back up?” He motioned for you to spin around as he took the pin from your open palm and you turned with a small hop in your action. He smiled as he shook his head and began carding his finger through your hair, combing it to put it up delicately once again.
His hands left your hair once he finished and snaked them around your shoulders to hang them over your chest and lean his chin next to your neck. He smirked as he took in your scent, still as pure as it was when he met you. He pushed his lips against the crook of your neck and shoulder, making your shiver. How amusing.
“Oh, are you sensitive my Queen?” He laughed as you just stuttered at him. He moved his lips from you and rested his chin on your head, standing up straight up. He moved his hands from your shoulders to wrap around your waist as as he stood with your back against his chest. He closed his eyes relaxing. It was almost unreal. He hadn’t felt so blissful and so stress free in so long.
It was miraculous that the cure to his seemingly never ending bad mood or stressful environment was just meeting you. He still didn’t understand how he could become so attached to someone so quickly, so shamelessly. In just a few hours, a conversation and dancing and he was hooked to you with an iron ball around his ankle. Him. The literal Devil was at your beck and call. He would do anything and everything you asked of him if he could and you were a mere human.
It was comical. He also knew there will be people and demons of his that don’t understand his attraction to you. He hardly understood it himself. He’d have to coax them into trusting you, caring about you like they cared for him. He had to take care of you, he wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Did he ever grow so found of anything before you? He didn’t know how he went so long without something to strive for, someone to care for. Someone to love.
“Jimin?” He hummed at you, far too relaxed to offer a response at your unexpected outburst. “Why did you call me that?” He hummed again, only in a questioning manner. “I take it you're fond of pet names,” he chuckled, “but don’t you think that ‘Queen’ is a bit much?” He shook his head as he smiled.
“I don’t think so. That’s exactly what you are. You are mine, so calling you as such isn’t far from truth, now is it?”
“You say that so easily.” He chuckled at your stretched response as he detected your human nature of becoming embarrassed.
“The truth shouldn’t be hard to speak, especially to someone you plan on marrying.” You whined as you hid your face in your hands, making Jimin laugh. He moved the both of your backwards until you both sat in the bay window of your room. He kept you against him as he just sat with you, enjoying your warmth and company. “Don’t worry, I know the principles of love and marriage are different for humans. I’ll take my time and wait.” He felt you nod against him as he closed his eyes, more than content to just sit with you and fall asleep for hours.
Jungkook, who had come back briefly not too long after he left to see if Jimin was still with you because he had something to talk with him about walked in on the two of you. You had fallen asleep long ago as Jimin sat awake, thumbing over your knuckles as he toyed with your hands. He signaled for him to keep it down and all Jungkook did was smile and work his way back out.
He could talk to Jimin later.
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More time passed, and you were slowly getting use to the life under the ground, or wherever the hell you were. You still couldn’t quite place what kind of place your new home was, but again, you never truly bothered to properly learn. The heat was something you didn’t get use to at first, and you weren’t sure about walking around in the revealing clothing, but after debating the clothes versus heat stroke, you chose the obvious. Every piece of clothing you owned, or was gifted to you by Jimin, had some sort of pentagram on it or something that stood out. Reminding all who saw you, who you belonged to.
You grew closer and more fond of Jungkook as well. Seeing as he was well older than you, you didn’t treat him as a superior and he didn’t look down on you. It was a mutual friendship you two developed and you were quite proud of the fact you had a human friend, even in such an inhuman world.
Jimin had stuck to his word and not forced you to do a single thing intimate wise that you were uncomfortable with. He had many chances to do what he wanted, but he’d always ask you and if you said no, it meant know and he knew better than to push it. He’d back off and do something to make the tension in your shoulders relax.
Jimin was cocky, yes. He could be pushy, clingy and had an attitude and ego bigger than the highest palace steeple. However, he was also kind. He could be delicate, warm and brighter than what you would expect from the epitome of sin. He truly acted like he loved you, like he fell in love with you that night he met you. And you hoped that he did, because you found yourself falling more into him with every passing glance you gave him, or he gave you.
It was late tonight, and Jimin was walking around the palace to clear his head. He’d been with you for nearly 2 months in your human time. Yet, it seemed like you’d be there for longer and his limits could only reach so far. He’d take time to walk and clear his head so he could actually act decent around you and stop when you told him to. He didn’t want to frighten you, but my god he was getting more than a little impatient. But he was a man of his word, and he promised to abide by your wishes.
It only grew in his annoyance when you with Jungkook. Jealousy that seeped into his head and spread into his conscience to unconsciously glare at the man when he was with you. Jimin knew better, he knew you and Jungkook were close. He was one of the few humans he allowed to work and stay in the palace after all. In this world of Demons, Jimin knew he had to give you at least one other human to talk to; to relate to.
There were things Jimin couldn’t understand about you, even if he tried with every ounce of his blood to do so. It was a hard pill for him to swallow, but he was forced to. In return, there were things about him you couldn’t understand either, and he accepted that. You were two entirely different species after all.
Even though he knew, the way Jungkook clung to you infuriated the Devil. You were betrothed to him not Jungkook. He would think about the torment he’d go through if, one day, you decided you were happier with the human man than with him. One would think Jimin would steal you away and keep Jungkook from you indefinitely to keep you solely his, but in reality he knew better.
If that were to happen, he’d let you go. All he wanted was for you to happy. He wouldn’t banish or kill Jungkook. He wouldn’t threaten you with the fate of your home planet with your mother living on it, whom he knew you still loved so dearly. He’d suffer his heartbreak and let you go in the end if that is what you wished.
To him, you weren’t a prisoner or a sacrifice as your original title states as a sacrifice. You were his: his lover, his one and only, his air. You were everything that is and can be. You were his world and he’d do anything to keep you smiling and happy. Laughing and not feeling out of place in the palace he grew up in.
You would soon be crowned Queen. He just hoped you loved him as much as he loved you.
His thoughts ate him alive, ironically, and he took a trip down random halls to try and clear his head. Along his aimless wandering, he started hearing a pair of hushed voices. Coming closer, he growled at the sight of you and Jungkook. It was late, yet here you two were, squabbling about, just like humans. Jungkook was at your side, messing with your hair as you kept trying to hit him, scolding him for something. He took slow, soft steps towards you two.
“What exactly are you both doing?” He curtly asked, arms crossed, scolding tone very much detectable in his words and actions of irritability. Jungkook jumped and pulled on your hair, making you suddenly yelp, in turn making Jimin come closer. Upon inspection, Jungkook was messing with your hair that had gotten tangled in a knife display that was hung on the wall. The Devil sighed. “Do I want to know how this even happened?”
You shook your head.
“Probably not. Help? Jungkook is just going to end up ripping my hair out and I think I like it how it is.” Jimin snickered at Jungkook’s offense at your opinion. He moved his hand in a shooing motion, silently telling Jungkook to move away for Jimin to then take his place at your side and begin fiddling with your thin strands of hair.
“Tell me if I accidentally tug too hard.” You nodded as he methodically began working to detangle your mess. After the puzzle that was you hair entanglement, you were sighing in relief at your freedom that Jimin had granted you from the wall. You then turned and finally gave a hefty slap to Jungkook’s arm, one that was well overdue. Jimin still didn’t want to know the full story, but he had a feeling that it may have been partially his fault.
He watched as you comfortably scolded and railed on Jungkook, as he just laughed at your angry expression, not really feeling remorse for what his actions may or maynot have caused. It was driving him up the wall.
“Y/N.” You stopped your talking and turned to Jimin, seeing a flash of something dark in his eyes. “Come with me.” You only nodded as you soon found yourself following behind him. He was walking in front of you, you trailing after his strides. The hall he lead you to was the hall to the both of your rooms. You assumed he was angry of you being up so late, as he’s told you before that staying up late repeatedly can cause you to become ill. You guessed he was going to walk you to your room and make sure you sleep before you actually do get sick.
He stopped abruptly in front of you, causing you to bounce your head off his back between his shoulder blades. You rubbed at your nose as you looked at the back of his head. He stopped in front of his door and pulled a small locket from his pocket to unlock his door.
“Jimin-” His door opened and he pushed it open with his foot as he grabbed your bicep and pulled you into his room, slamming the door behind him. The light in his room was off, but you could already see the contrast between his room and yours. Purples, grays and blacks lined the walls as opposed to your whites, golds and corals. His bed was a king, like yours, but lacked a canopy of a fairy tale princess like yours. He lacked as many dressers and vanities as your room held, but he had an extra wardrobe, probably for his many outfits he seemed to be fond of.
You didn’t get to question why he had dragged you into his room, when yours was so close by because as soon as your eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room, you felt him on either side of you, caging you against the door he just locked. He moved to latch his mouth onto your exposed shoulder, biting harshly onto it, making you wince.
You bit into your bottom lip as he harshly tugged on your top that was secured around your chest, clinging to your breasts without straps. With each attempt to swallow back your whines, he bit into you harder, moving and leaving small nicks and bruises behind.
“Keeping yourself quiet will only lead to me making you bleed.” You opened your mouth to question him, but only gasped when you felt him dig his teeth into your flesh once again, feeling the subtle feeling of something trickling down your shoulder. Jimin pulled from you just to run his tongue over the place he had drew blood and moved to hover in front of your face. He flicked his top lip with his tongue and you could ever so slightly see the red stain your blood caused on the muscle.
“You-you bit me?” He chuckled as he moved to breathe into your ear, running his hand down to your waist and pulling your back from the door, pushing your chest to his.
“I told you I would make you bleed. You should have listened.” He breathed into your ear, making you shiver. You opened your mouth again, but he just placed his fingers over your lips, stopping them from opening, shushing you. “I don’t want to hear you talk anymore.”
“But-”
“No. Talking.” He bit at your ear lobe as he moved to kiss at your jawline. “Sorry dearest, but I’m at my limit.” You knew that this would eventually happen, even if he was quite the gentlemen. He couldn’t deny and fight his nature for long, and he had already done enough for you. Maybe it was time you finally let him have his way for once. You nodded at him as he smiled into your neck and pulled away to look into your eyes. “Atta girl.”
He crashed his lips onto yours with enough feverish intensity that you could’ve sworn you felt yourself becoming light headed. His hand gripped at your bare waist, pulling you more and more against him as his other held the back of your neck, and moved to hook into your hair, tugging the underside to crane your neck up. Gaining back your breath didn’t seem to be a thing he was worried about, because with each attempt to breath, he just pushed his tongue into your mouth and swallowed what you tried to get back.
He swallowed your air, you whines and small moans. You could feel his lips tugging up at your sounds and attempts as he moved to grab at your thighs, lifting you off the ground to sling your legs around his waist. His hands cupped your ass as his fingers dug into the supple flesh of them beneath your thin layer of just side split bottoms and underwear.
Your fingers tangled into his hair as he moved, almost too easily to his bed, with you on his chest. He moved to drop you onto the mattress. Your body bounced a single time before settling. Pushing yourself onto your elbows you watched as Jimin stripped his shirt off over his head, shaking his messed up hair and peeling the fabric off his arms as he tossed it across the room. He was already starting to sweat as the dim light outside made him shine in the darkness of his room.
He turned to you, catching you staring and smirked as he moved to stand in front of you on the bed, tugging you to sit, your legs dangling and toes brushing the floorboards. He cupped your chin with his forefinger hooked under it to tilt your head up to his. He grinned down at you with narrow, dark eyes and for the first time you knew him, he truly did look like the Devil. The aura emitting from him was dark and heavy, thick and nearly tangible.
“You should’ve expected this by now princess,” he smirked at you. He was normally so gentle with you, asking for permission to do anything, now he’s doing as he pleases like a spoiled king. He thought the look in your eyes was fear of him, and he grimaced. “Do I frighten you now? Are my actions so tainted that you look at me like I’m a stranger?” You opened your mouth but shut it again only to shake your head. He cocked his brow at you.
“What is there to be scared of? I’m your Princess, one day to be Queen. Why would I fear intimacy with my future husband?” His grimace weakened as he leaned closer to you, putting his free hand on the mattress next to your thigh. He saw no hint of hesitation or fear in your eyes. Perhaps he had mistaken the expression in your s as fear, when it was really just shock.
“Are you certain?” His whispered as his gaze kept flicking from your eyes to your lips. You smiled. He was assertive a moment ago, yet here he is again, asking. The gentle in the Devil can’t die, as ironic as it sounds.
“How could I not be?” He wasted no time in slamming his lips back onto yours once again. He was determined to keep them latched onto you for as long as he possibly could. Pushing your shoulders to make you lay on your back, he braced himself against the mattress above you as he kept his lips against yours, tongue flicking against yours and nearly devouring you whole.
His hands moved from your shoulders to the midsection of your shirt, and just like he did when you first arrived, he took the fabric and ripped it in half. He knew that it was rare when you wore support under your shirt, such as bras, as the fabric of the clothes he gave you was enough support to begin with. So, even if he wasn’t surprised when your top was torn to shreds to reveal your bare chest, he was still very pleased.
He smirked into the kiss he still keeps breaking only for milliseconds before latching back on and groped at your chest. He felt your back arch into his palms as he pulled, pinched and played with your breasts. Finally breaking the bruising kiss from you, he studied your flushed face and swollen lips with a wicked sense of pride.
“Such beauty, and it found its way into a human body.” He moved his lips down your chest, between you breasts as he breathed on your already heated skin. Jimin kissed at the valley of your breasts, nipping and moving to latch onto a nipple as he refused to let the other grow cold by fondling it gently. His movement and actions were all a rush of adrenaline and lust growing in your chest and trickling down to your core. Your heaving chest aided his tongue as he swirled it around your breast. Releasing your tender skin, his lips ghost further down your torso.
He kissed around your navel and smirked against your soft stomach. Slipping a hand into the waistband of your pants, he pushed down to your thigh, then knees and kept going, taking the fabric with him. When he unhooked the article from your ankle, he merely dropped it on the floor, now kneeling in front of your legs that still dangled off the mattress.
He held your thighs, kissed your legs, reaching anywhere he could taste without spoiling himself on your skin’s flavor. Just enough to tease you. You whined as you fisted your hand into his bed sheets. You felt his touch hook under your rather revealing underwear and felt his breath on your thigh.
“Let’s see what my temptress has been hiding from me all the time.” You half expected him to rip the delicate cover that hid your sex, but he didn’t. He treated it with same careful touch as he did with your pants. Soon your cover was removed from you, joining your other clothing on the floor somewhere. Exposing your all to Jimin’s blazing gaze. “Venus is shining my love,” you felt him swipe a swift finger passed you, making you twitch. “Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.”
His praise shot through you and Jimin knew exactly what he was doing. He had studied you, been with you, so he knew already what words and actions he could use to make you squirm. As much as the sadist in him screamed to tease you, pull you out like a string, he was rapidly losing his patience.
Your breath disappeared and you let out a silent cry as he latched his plush lips to your sex. Your hands released his sheets and gripped into his dark locks instead. Your legs came up, knees lifting and feet trying to brace themselves onto the edge of the mattress to let you buck into him without slipping off the slick sheets.
He hummed into your folds as he hooked his arms around and under your legs to keep you from becoming too crazy with your grinding into his mouth. He’d slip his tongue into you to taste you, and flatten it to swipe up and over your clit. Offering a delicious amount of attention to everywhere unholy, he smirked when your legs began to trembled.
“Do you want to cum darling?” He looked up at you, peering at your thrown back head and heaving chest. Not finding your words, you nodded frantically. He grinned. “As you wish princess.” He dove back into you with much more merciless actions, making you curl over so quickly into a state of head spinning euphoria. You clawed into his scalp, arching your back and clamping your thighs to trap his head as you came violently.
Settling down with Jimin’s kitten licks and trying to regain your breath, you felt almost high. Of course you hadn’t done things like this before with anyone. You were a minor not too long ago and some may call you a prude, but you wanted to wait until someone worth it came along to taint your shining innocence. You knew without a doubt now--
“Are you alright love?”
--Jimin was the only man you’d ever crave. Is having sex with the Devil a sin if you’re going to be married soon or later? You laughed lightly getting Jimin’s attention as he moved to hover above your face again. Looking sinful as ever.
“You’re laughing?” You smiled at him.
“I just think I love you.” He blinked and smiled back.
“Why think?” Just say you do.” He kissed you once again acting like a powerful magnet. He rolled back on his knees, to finally rid himself of the remainder of his clothes. You hardly got a chance to see his full naked glory before he seized your hips.
Picking you up easily and moving your body up the bed. He turned where he sat, back against the headboard of his grand bed, you on his thighs straddling him. He pushed your hips up and your chest fell against his own. Without warning, you felt him push you down onto himself, making a pleasant moan of ‘finally’ come from him.
You hid your face in his neck as you barely heard him chuckle. He moved to bite at your ear, making you whine with more bold volume.
“If your hiding your face, I’d prefer it more if you bit and marked me. Otherwise,” he pulled at your hair just enough to make you look at him. Eye’s lidded, absolutely breathtaking to him. “Look at me while I fuck into you.” He held you in place, knowing you were more than likely experiencing pain from both the sudden intrusion and the foreign stretching experience of a virgin.
“Ready?” You nodded. “Use your voice. I know you can,” he chuckled.
“Ye-yeah. Move, please.”
“That’s my girl,” and move he did. He controlled you by lifting you up, nearly off, and then harshly back down on his cock. You soon found rhythm in the actions and braced yourself on his shoulders, moving yourself. He smirked at your attempt to control at least something. Minutes passed of your actions, Jimin’s bruising grip and his bites that littered your neck before he started to feel your already tight, wet walls tighten more and almost try and force his ending.
“Are you close Y/N?” You nodded frantically before breathlessly replying.
“Yes-oh god- yes I am!”
“Come undone. Cum now.” He bit into your shoulder again, and with a strangled cry from you and a muffled moan from him, you both hit your sinful end.
Heavy, labored breaths replaced the sound of slapping skin and wanton moans. An air of bliss enveloping the room, even if wet and thick with sweat and the smell of sex. You fell to Jimin’s chest, him chuckling at you as he brushed through your hair with his fingers, him softening ever so slowly inside your relaxing core. He could feel your exhaustion, but you couldn’t sleep quite yet.
“It’s not safe to sleep without proper care after rigorous activities darling.” You whined. The last thing you wanted to do was move. Just twitching your toes made you feel 10x more tired. Jimin rubbed at your back and slowly lifted you off him, whining slightly at sensitivity. “We’ll take a bath and then sleep.” He walked you both into the washroom and ran the water with oils to help your aches and marked skin. He washed the both of you up before pampering you a bit before bed. Gentle kisses, whispers of praise and adoration. Just Jimin things.
He made you lift your arms and put you in one of his many long shirts for the night before slipping on comfortable pants and crawling into bed next to your already sleeping form.
He was tired, but he wanted to admire you a while longer; just a little while longer. Brushing his hand against your cheek, over your nose and chin, your lips and threading through your still damp hair. He pulled you closer to him and placed your head over where his heart would be beating a mile a minute.
“You think you love me,” he whispered. “But, I presume you don’t need to think about it. Y/N, you do love me. You’re in love with me now.” He partially hated that you were human. Though, time is longer to you here than Earth, it’s so normal to him. What you think is a long time is nothing to him. In 300 years of your Earth time, you’ll most likely be closer to death here, at Jimin’s side.
He needed to find a way to keep you by him forever. He it wanted so much, for time to stop. He wanted a family, a long life for you and him. For all his people to see you as their goddess, not just another human. He wanted the best for you in an inhuman world. What could he do?
For the first time in forever, while clinging to you in desperation, that night Jimin prayed. He prayed to the God and angels he loathed so much just to grant him this one chance of happiness. To let you stay forever by his side. That’s all he’d ever ask for again. Just you. He didn’t want to go back to life without you. He was frankly scared of it. The solitude and lack of you would drive him mad.
So he prayed. And he pleaded. And he cried. Just for you.
Only you.
He wouldn’t know if those above heard him. Maybe he’d never quite know. But, he knew that like it or not, things won’t change easily. He had to prepare.
Prepare to give you happiness. Spoil you with gifts, friends, family, affection. Treat you like a shining, priceless gem.
“I’ll prepare to marry you and finally make you the Queen you were born to be. Make you mine.” That he promised. And promised so much more after, before falling asleep in your embrace for the first, but certainly not the last, time.
