δαίμων Pt. 1 | myg & jhs
Genre: demon!au, supernatural!au, eventual smut Pairing: demon!yoongi x demon!hobi x reader Word count: 2.4k Warnings: none yet, foul language Summary: You’ve thought your house has been haunted for awhile and you want your friend, Haneul, to help you figure it out. Yoongi and Hobi are on assignment at your house to find out why other demons that have inhabited your house have either gone insane or went missing entirely. A ouija board session goes wrong that sends Yoongi reeling back to his old ways and it’s up to Hobi to get him under control.
One week earlier
“I swear my house is haunted.”
Haneul stared at you as if you had grown a third eye. “Did you just say what I thought you just said?”
“Hear me out.” Haneul rolled his eyes. “Weird things have been happening! I’ll lose something for a few days and then it’ll just show up in the middle of my bed.” Haneul continued to give you a dead pan stare. “One day, I came home and all of my books on my bookcase were rearranged by color.”
“Someone broke into your house?”
“And rearranged my books? I don’t think so.”
“Listen, you’re probably sleep walking. Remember when we were kids? You used to do all kinds of weird shit.”
“This is different, and you know it.”
Present day
“Are you serious? A Ouija board?” Haneul had seen it all, but now he thought you were reaching.
“I have to find out what’s in my house, Haneul.”
“I’ll entertain you this one time, _____.”
On another plane of existence all together
Hobi dusted the imaginary dirt off his lapels as he stepped up on the sidewalk. Yoongi took his place beside him, sticking a sucker in his mouth as he squinted in the sunlight. The weather was hot, annoyingly so. The neighborhood around them reeked of old money and the house in front of them was an old Victorian style home that stood dark against the blue sky. Birds chirped in the trees above them and the sound of locusts buzzed in the distance.
“Did you get the job done?” Hobi asked looking sideways at the dark haired man beside him.
Yoongi looked at him lazily while slowly rotating the sucker in his mouth before he pulled it out with a slow ‘pop’.
“What? Didn’t think I could do it?”
“We’re on probation, we can’t be getting into trouble again or the big man downstairs is gonna be pissed.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes as he stuck the sucker back in his mouth. He spoke around it this time. “It’s not like we killed some big wig.”
“We killed the wrong person, Yoongi.”
Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly.
A woman walking her dog walked passed them, unknowing that they were there, but the dog looked straight at Yoongi. Yoongi pulled the sucker from his mouth and stuck his tongue out at the dog who growled in turn.
“Come on, Rex,” the woman said without so much as a glance behind her.
“I want a dog,” Yoongi stated.
“Can you stop playing around? We have work to do.”
“What are we doing here?” he asked gesturing to the house in front of him.
“Guy assigned to this house had a mental breakdown and they pulled him off the case.”
“Seriously?” Yoongi huffed out a laugh. “Guy couldn’t handle a ‘haunting’?” He held up his fingers in air quotes. “Why are we doing so much grunt work?”
“We’re in trouble, remember? Or did you already forget?”
Yoongi shrugged again.
“Why are you so lax about this? This could mean our lives, Yoongi.”
“How long have you been around, Hobi?” he asked pointing the sucker at him.
Hobi’s head shifted to the side quickly in thought. “Few thousand, give or take.”
“Exactly. If I go, I go.”
Yoongi thrust both arms out in front of him so that his sleeves came off his wrists. He reached down to roll them up to his elbows before he stuck his hand in his pocket.
“Let’s get this party started.”
“When do you want to do this?” Haneul asked.
“Tonight, of course. If we do it during the day it won’t have a good effect.”
“So…they only work at night?”
“No, I just think it’ll be better.”
Haneul sighed as he fell back on the couch and put his phone in front of his face. You walked to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes from the night before and that’s when you felt the shift in the atmosphere.
“Haneul?” you called. You heard no response. You quickly turned around and frantically looked around the kitchen for the source of the feeling. This was different from all the other times you felt like you were being watched. The air around you was thick and your tongue felt swollen in your mouth. The bulb above you dimmed slightly and you began to panic as your heart beat hard in your chest.
“This her?” Yoongi asked gesturing towards the girl in front of him. She seemed panicked as she looked around the room.
“Quit doing that,” Hobi said.
Yoongi snickered as the bulb went back to full brightness.
“_______. 26 years old, no immediate family still alive, believes in the occult, once dabbled in it at 16, only known close relationship is with her friend, Haneul, which was that guy in the living room you knocked out.” Hobi was reading from a paper he had pulled from his pocket.
“She’s cute,” Yoongi said walking up closer to her.
“Yoongi.” Hobi’s tone was low in warning. “Lest I need to remind you of 1692?”
“It was one time. Plus, new age, new rules.”
“The rules have never changed.”
Yoongi shrugged. “Fine. That girl got what she deserved anyway.”
“She was burned at the stake.”
“Hobi, we’re into those things. Lest I need to remind you of who we are?”
“I wish I could kill you.”
A large smile graced Yoongi’s face as he turned back to the girl. He casually leaned on the counter next to her and examined her face. “So, what’s the job?”
The girl turned in the general direction of Yoongi before she spoke. “Who’s there?” Her voice shook with fear as her grip tightened on the hand towel she held.
“She’s observant.”
“The job is to find out what’s going on with this house. The last guy had a mental breakdown and the one before that disappeared from this plane all together.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to Hobi.
“So, we were sent here for sacrifice? Typical.”
“No. They think we’re capable of finding the root of the problem.”
Yoongi reached out and tapped the girl on the nose. She went reeling back against the counter, breathing heavily.
“Yoongi, fuck off.”
He laughed as he sauntered back over to Hobi and sat cross legged on the floor.
“Where do we start?”
“First of all, cut the shit.”
All the sudden, the atmosphere in the kitchen turned back to normal.
“Haneul!!!”
Haneul came running into the kitchen looking around frantically. “What?!” he asked breathlessly.
“Did you feel that?”
He straightened from his “fighting” stance to look at you.
“I thought something bad had happened.” He turned to leave the kitchen once more.
“No, wait! I’m serious! The air felt…felt crushing; it was almost like I couldn’t breath Haneul. A-and then the lights dimmed, and I felt something touch me.”
“You need a nap.”
“Why don’t you believe me!?” You were close to tears now, the frustration coursed through your veins like fire.
“Look, I’m gonna tickle your fancy later and play with that Ouija board, but for now you need to chill. You’re getting yourself worked up over this.” Haneul had placed his hands on your shoulders and looked you square in the face. “Okay?”
You sighed heavily as you shook your head in agreement. “Okay.”
“Good. Now let’s go watch some stupid tv show.”
Later that night
Haneul walked into your spacious bedroom shortly after eleven that night and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.
You sat in the middle of your bedroom, board on the floor, and surrounded by several lit candles.
“It’s for the atmosphere.”
“Is it absolutely necessary to recreate some scene from The Craft?”
“Just fucking humor me.”
“This is nice,” Yoongi said appreciatively as he walked into the room. “Candles and everything.” He said this with a wag of his eyebrows as he looked at Hobi. Hobi rolled his eyes as he walked the perimeter of the room.
“I met this woman downstairs,” Hobi said matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“She lived here about seventy years ago, but she doesn’t seem to be all here. I think she’s half in, half out. When I try to talk to her, she just looks at me confused and calls me Jaeho.”
“Well, fuck that lead then. Maybe she’ll conjure up some weird shit with this board.” Yoongi was pointing at the Ouija board in the center of the room.
“Like what? Something like us?” Hobi rolled his eyes.
“Can I mess with them?”
“Please don’t screw this up for us.”
“Just a little bit.”
You sat down in front of the board and placed your fingers on the planchette looking down at it pointedly so that Hanuel would get the idea. He sounded exasperated as he sat down in front of you and did the same. You moved the planchette around in a circle on the board.
“What are you doing?”
“Warming it up.”
“Oh yea, Ouija board, you feel that? This is demon foreplay.”
“Be serious, Haneul.”
He stifled his giggle as he let you move the planchette a few more times.
“Okay,” you began. “Now we ask it a question.”
“Fire away, séance master.”
You stared Haneul down as he smiled back at you.
“Is there anyone here with us?”
Yoongi looked expectantly at Hobi.
“Don’t get weird,” Hobi said.
Yoongi sat down on one side of the board, _____ on his right and Haneul to his left. He reached out and placed a single finger on the planchette as he slid it to ‘yes’.
______’s eyes opened wide as her gaze shot up to Haneul.
“You moved that,” Haneul said.
“I did not! Did you?!”
“Wasn’t me,” he shrugged.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
Yoongi snickered as he started to move again.
“D,” she said.
“I.”
“C.”
Yoongi was almost in full giggles at this point.
“K.”
“Oh my god, you’re a child,” Hobi said as he stood outside the circle of candles with his arms crossed.
“Haneul,” she said pointedly. “You’re an idiot.”
“I didn’t do it, ____! I swear!”
“You love dick jokes.” She was pissed now.
“Just ask another question.”
“Why are you here?”
Yoongi put his finger to his mouth in thought as he looked around the room objectively.
“Careful,” Hobi warned.
“Secret,” he spelled out.
“Secret?” she asked. “Are you a good ghost?”
Yoongi quickly spelled out demon.
“Fuck that,” Hanuel’s hands shot off the planchette. “I’m not fucking with this anymore.”
Hobi quickly passed through the circle of candles to pull Yoongi to his feet by his collar.
“Are you fucking kidding me you, asshole!”
The flames of the candles grew higher as Hobi’s anger rose and the room darkened to an eerie shade of black save for the flame of the candles that continued to grow higher and higher.
Yoongi was now equally as pissed as he shoved Hobi off him.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Hobi.” His dark hair was now covering his eyes, but Hobi could see the faint glow of fire there.
“Reign yourself in, Yoongi. Remember what happened last time.”
Yoongi’s anger didn’t subside as his hands fisted at his sides. The whole house started to groan and protest under the weight of him. The distant sound of wood cracking in the attic caused ______ to shoot up from her spot on the floor.
“We gotta get out of here!” she yelled while grabbing Haneul’s hand and pulling him from the room and down the stairs.
“Yoongi,” Hobi said taking a tentative step towards him. His eyes were full aglow now and the Yoongi he knew was far from this room. “You need to calm down.”
Yoongi breathed heavily as the veins on his neck became prominent against his skin. “Don’t tell me what to do.” His voice was deep, unnaturally so. “I’m sick and tired of you telling me what to do.”
Yoongi lashed out and picked up a desk chair next to him and hurtled it towards Hobi. Hobi held up his arm and let it crash against it, scattering into several pieces around him.
“Yoongi, stop it!” he yelled. As Hobi’s anger rose with Yoongi’s, the more the foundations of the house protested under the weight. The house groaned on its bearings and glass shattered somewhere downstairs. “You’re going to ruin this before we even start it!”
Yoongi was looking less human by the second as a shade of dark gray shifted and rippled across his skin, fingernails growing yellow as he challenged Hobi to come any closer. Hobi had dealt with an angry Yoongi in the past and this was no different; this was why Yoongi was no longer allowed to work alone.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Haneul yelled as a vase shattered beside him. The house groaned as if the very wood in the walls was going to explode at any second and the roof was going to come crashing down on them. The lights in every room flickered on and off sporadically as pictures fell off their nails and onto the floor.
“I told you something was in here!” you yelled as you rushed towards the front door.
You both ran down the front steps, tripping into the grass on the front lawn as you turned to look back at the house. The windows were now opening and closing so quickly that the glass in a few shattered. The lights continued to flash on and off along with the sounds of a deep growl and then a piercing scream and then, suddenly, it all stopped. You were both sitting on the lawn breathing heavily and staring up at the house as if you were expecting it to start up again.
“What. The. Fuck,” Haneul whispered beside you.
You both looked at one another trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Hobi held a now limp Yoongi in his arms. The charm Hobi had pulled from his pocket was now around Yoongi’s neck, having rent his powers from him. Hobi sighed heavily as he gently laid Yoongi’s body on the floor. He was breathing evenly now, his skin turned back to its normal pale shade, and Hobi knew if he opened his eyes, they would be back to their normal chocolate brown. Hobi fell back on his ass as he let out a long sigh.
“This is going to be fun.”