Troubled college boy, Yoongi, finds a way to contact demons. In a deeply numb state of personal adversity, he conjures a fallen angel of surpassing beauty and mind. He supposes that the best time to feel will have to be in the hands of a tender, yet intimidating, black-winged immortal.
“so, am I supposed to arrange some agreement?” Yoongi questions, watching the conjured immortal step around his cluttered, dark room. The space is now drenched in some sulfuric, deathly odor that makes Yoongi shiver in temporary unease.
“An agreement was already made, Yoongi,” the sultrious voice of the demoniacal echoes throughout the room. The creature leans against the wall, exposing the white collarbone. “You slit your skin to sacrifice a drop of blood. You’ve relinquished the privacy of your soul to me, and I’m now under a spiritual bond with you.”
He’s only become familiar with the practice only hours ago. He was given a ritualistic seance regarding demonic conjuring from one of his delinquent friends. The friend is a quiet consumer of the dark web markets, therefore such information could be accessed. Yoongi, overtaken by some flattened rationality, was sceptical and decided to take manners in his own hands. Guess his friend found the ritual by quite a reliable source.
“Were you in any way prepared?” the moral-torn angel chuckles menacingly.
“I wasn’t,” Yoongi admits.
“You didn’t have to say so, I could already tell.”
“Well then,” Yoongi decides to accept his fate, plopping his exhausted self on the bed. “What’s there to do with you?”
“I can only torture you, people get depleted of their sanity when around me.”
“Aren’t I already tortured in life? I’m sure you have some telepathy quirk so you must’ve figured my perspective,” He curls into his frail body, looking down at the raw, narrow gash through his pale skin. He pads it experimentally.
“I have a few quirks.”
“Mmh. spite me, then.”
The man makes his way, with subtle entitlement, to Yoongi. Yoongi had to sit up since a climbing adrenaline shakes his entire body alive. The satanic creature carries a corrupted smirk, “I’m a fallen angel— a diabolic immortal that broke all unspoken laws under my former holy God, and has been expelled from the righteous place. The seven deadly sins poisoned my once saintly blood until it became a murky black, swallowing any righteous light—
“I am a creature that can give you the unpleasantly pleasant experience of every single sin,” His unrepentant eyes are drowned in a gruesome liquid charcoal like it was made to pollute what it gazes upon. Yoongi’s reflection is all it defines, at this very moment. “I can give you hell, but like falling victim to temptation, it’ll feel temporarily heavenly.”
Yoongi can’t help but wonder all the ways sin can appear. For this demon, it’s exhibited in the black leather attire that exposes the erotically sharp collarbone, the plump lips that curl into a defiled leer, the feline eyes that only radiate crooked temptation. He is—truly—the embodiment of sin in Yoongi’s eyes.
“What’s your name?”
“Jimin,” he chuckles. “That’s all you wonder about me?”
“I really don’t care,” Yoongi lays back down and appears content rather than terrified. “I’m an individual of no morals, I’m an atheist as well.”
“Well that honors you dignity,” sarcasm drips from the demon's lips.
“It doesn’t, I’m slowly rotting in this empty place. Might as well have an audience. or someone to bring an artificial heaven to me.”
“What’s brought you to this resolution?”
Yoongi spreads his legs to stretch, and almost in a vulgar impression. “I’m a sinner, as well, I’ve fallen hopelessly victim to the lustful temptations of sex”
“Sex is natural, mere human,” Jimin scoffs.
“But I’ve let people in my bed, and I only experience the raw complications of my attraction. I draw to lust and cravings, but let there be guilt and sorrow that comes after…for I’ve let men touch me, and I’ve let them fuck me into a black desolation. It’s so good that blinking stars capture my vision for an amount of pleasurable time after I release,” Yoongi tilts his head back, showing the expanse of his neck. Jimin’s eyes draw forward at the other’s lovely facade. “I’m intoxicated by the masculine hands of a stranger, forcing me down and making me beg until depraved tears fall.
“My room still echoes reminiscent moans and cries,” Yoongi smirks. “It defines me, yet it draws me to a complicated blur, I’m guilty but will never beg forgiveness or break such a habit. It’s an addiction to feel. I might as well experience sin until my body numbs, since I don’t deserve remission under your former God,” Yoongi rubs his hands with an empty stare towards Jimin’s frown.
“You’re so depressing.”
“Thanks.”
“Heaven would spit at you,” Jimin chuckles darkly.
“I already figured, though I have no intention of crossing their gates.”
“Unfortunate how your words spite your own emotions. Men are a true gift to the world, I can admit.”
Yoongi closes his thighs together, thinking about being happily destroyed by a stranger for another night.
“They are,” he nearly moans. Jimin gets taken back by Yoongi’s transparency. He looks deliciously vulnerable to him, sprawled on his bed arching his back. No problem with the scarce protection of himself nor the diminishing sanity when sin chains him tightly. He’s a human with nothing left to drag him forward.
“My sad baby,” Jimin sweet talks. “It’s okay to be attracted to men. Men have a delectable body, personally speaking.”
“That speaks volume coming from you.”
“Fair enough, but when I tell you that it’s lovely to feel a man, I’m serious.”
Moonlight spills through the blinds, light stripes paint Yoongi’s button up shirt, but it also exposes the drained but lewd eyes of the human.
“‘Lovely’— not something I could describe really anything in my life.”
“Elaborate,” Jimin occupies his focus to Yoongi’s plants; they’re fairly well-maintained.
“Love is nothing but mere false hope,” Yoongi mumbles. “False hope that life is worth it when you fall into an intimate connection with another person. I’ve never experienced love, as you may tell by my pessimistic aspect.”
“Love and affection is life’s gratification for a mortal’s will to exist.”
“A luxury, that is,” Yoongi eyes the deathly figure sitting on the bed. The mattress dips, therefore solidifying the fact that he exists and not just a fantasy in Yoongi’s head. Jimin is incredibly attractive for a hell-bound demoniacal, it gives Yoongi an excuse for this growing desire in his chest.
“I’m deprived of love,” he finishes, trying to find that singular cue from the creature. He suddenly urges his legs together again to relieve some tension.
Jimin crawls toward the other with lidded eyes, giving an improper appearance of something vulgar but intentive, throwing Yoongi off. The innocently feline eyes barely masquerade the coarsely salacious manners that inhabit the male like an inner, quiet flame. The leather garment on his upper body drapes low to reveal a rugged chest.
“My Yoongi is lonely?” Jimin mutters under his rough throat, it voices a ripple effect in Yoongi’s veins.
Jimin couldn’t be any more attentive to Yoongi than now. The human looks like a doll in his loose wear, it reveals soft milky skin, and he’s now trembling as Jimin inches closer. Confidence seems like a false hope as much as Yoongi’s perception of love.
“I can give you love.”
Air thickens, Yoongi could barely catch a breath of obstinance in his attempted repression towards the demon. He instead feels an urge to yield to the other; he wants to experience yielding to Jimin’s seductive eyes—which is giving Yoongi whiplash. He gulps hard, swallowing really nothing.
“Yoongi looks troubled.”
“Don’t act innocent, your innocence is of mere blasphemy.” Yoongi spits, leaning back as Jimin proceeds toward him.
“‘Course you say that, and you’re right—I’m nothing innocent, but a dirty tease. I can play my way into one’s heart, and leave them crying for repentance.”
Yoongi feels so enthralled in Jimin’s attitude that rationality hits against his own temptations. Half of his thoughts are at conflict with the other.
“But you’re a little different. I play with pure souls like a game. You’re broken beyond repair. Nothing I can do but make you forget the pain.
“Plus, personally, I do find you so attractive, that it's boggling to hear you are neglected of affection,” Jimin quickly adds, sounding rather informal.
“Then do it,” Yoongi blurts.
“Do what,” Jimin smirks, knowing exactly what Yoongi demands. His claws reach out to curl Yoongi’s hair behind his ear, then strokes his cheek very lightly. The sharp claws grazing his skin sends a daring chill down his spine. He forces his eyes shut before they give away the temptations before he speaks them.
“Make me forget. I might as well experience the pleasures before I numb my way towards the end.”
“My human seems quite needy?” Jimin pursues, combing Yoongi’s hair back and lightly pushing him flat on the mattress. A huff of the human’s breath is heard clearly through the pointy ears of the demon.
“I am, should I remind you of why I never repent?” Yoongi inhales sharply when the body climbs on top of him, one thigh forcing itself between his own. Heaven won’t ever forgive him now.
“Nope, it still rings in my mind,” Jimin leers, leaning down to gently peck Yoongi’s cheek before padding the ear lobe. “Proud sinners arouse me, especially those that don’t believe in such things like demons. You must be terrified.”
Yoongi exhales a soft moan, hiking his hips up to join his crotch with Jimin’s own, but it was solely to feel the friction made from Jimin’s bulging thighs. “The—there’s no use to be terrified when we are living in a world of theory and approximation. Theory is just a falsification to maintain our sanity as people. Hell, we are just trying to be humans everyday despite an inescapable death approaching with no true, palpable understanding of its substance. I tried to believe that I was gonna reincarnate as a stray cat, but that’s just a distortion to comfort myself.”
“What’s your point now?” Jimin’s sharp index finger presses a slight indent on Yoongi’s bottom lip, dragging it down until it pops back up to its place.
“I don’t care anymore,” Yoongi mutters. “I have accepted that we just don’t know. I’m not even gonna be terrified of the inevitable truths. I’d rather not accept lies. So you shouldn’t be a thing that defies logic, cause we have no absolute logic.”
“I’ll make you afraid,” Jimin smiles tenderly but it barely disguises the wicked charm that’s magnetizing.
Yoongi huffs, finally sharing a smile of enticement. What’s there to lose?
Synopsis: Finding a new home was easy, making one was even harder. Yet Hayoon seems to find the feeling of comfort in a small cottage in the woods, in the arms of a stranger.
Part 1
A smaller town was supposed to be better, a smaller town was supposed to be less conspicuous and less troubled. Moving from the city hadn’t been Hayoon’s idea but it was indeed for a better life. Although a thirteen hour car ride next to a snoring Ozlo was hardly comfortable, it was better than where she was before.
As they got further away from the cities and the forests started to pass by the car, Hayoon’s mother seemed to smile more and life returned to her once gray and depressed features. It was something she hadn’t seen since Prince was born, the blonde haired male sitting in the front seat of her car with his earphones plugged in.
The house they pulled up to was a small red cottage on an acre of lands, the grass was greener in some places and it looked like it hadn’t rained in a while by the small dirt patches here and there. Hayoon stepped out of the car and sighed deeply.
Physical wounds healed but mental ones did not.
“Look alive,” Ozlo laughed as he slung his arm over her smaller shoulder, “I’m sure we can still get a decent internet connection out here,”
Ozlo was the eldest of the three, with the closest looking feature to their mother. In the recent years, he had gotten taller and filled out more, growing into more of an adult. It was like it had suddenly happened over night, a shock that had come to only Hayoon and her brother apparently.
“Not the internet connection I’m worried about,” Hayoon whispered.
“It’s a new start,” There mother smiled, “Fresh air will do the two of you some good,”
Prince simply grunted and shoved his hands in his pockets while Hayoon stared out into the forest.
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High school had always scared Hayoon. The overactive teenagers, the bullying, the noise. Hayoon wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and play her game boy. Atleast English would be her first class, something Hayoon had always excelled in.
The small town's high school didn’t have an overly massive class, there was only two of every class to fit the school’s capacity of students. The curriculum didn't seem up to date in Hayoon’s opinion, as the reading of Romeo and Juliet they were being assigned to do was something she had done last year and received top marks for.
Although everyone seemed to know everyone which only made Hayoon feel like an outsider. She only needed to make it to the end of the school year and then maybe she’d just ship off the furthest college or even one abroad. Ozlo had never gone to college after all, maybe Hayoon could be the first one.
Hayoon felt a slight tap on her shoulder that alerted her out of her thoughts, shoulders going stiff and eyes going wide behind her glasses. Perhaps she was being mistaken as someone else and this would be a short conversation. She turned slowly, staring at the person behind her.
He had long brown hair and a cheeky smile on his face, Hayoon blinked a few times before he laughed softly at her expression and leaned forward over his own desk. She picked up the slight smell of pine cones as he leaned closer to her.
“I’m Johnny,” He grinned.
“Oh, Hello,” Hayoon whispered, “My name is Hayoon,”
“Ahh, I’m gonna call you Yoonie,” Johnny shrugged, “Where you fr-”
“Mr Suh!”
Johnny looked up with an annoyed look on his face while Hayoon almost jumped out of her seat. The teacher was an extremely pale man with black hair brushed to the side, his arms were crossed over his chest and Hayoon felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Meanwhile, Johnny simply rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Mr Pale Face?”
“Since you have bonded with our new student so quickly, how about you be her partner for the essay?”
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“You live with your cousins?”
“Yeah,” Johnny smiled charmingly as he drove, “We live further into the inlands than some of the others, we’re all really close,”
Hayoon glanced out the window, watching the trees flash by. The forest was becoming a comfort for her, the thick denseness of the trees and the dirt, the darkness during the night, it was an ominous love she was developing.
“I don’t know any of my cousins,” Hayoon explained gently, she was growing to trust Johnny rather quickly, “I have two brothers though, there my best friends,”
“My cousins and I were all raised together,” Johnny explained as he turned down a dirt road, “Our parents were all extremely close and we were basically raised like brothers, a few of them go to the school too,”
“Oh, I didn’t see any,” Hayoon whispered.
“They had the day off, my eldest cousin Minho thinks I’ve missed too much school and made me go,” He laughed, “Good thing, because it meant I met you,”
As the truck came to a stop, Johnny jumped out and slammed the door shut, making Hayoon flinch. The house was a wooden cabin, quite large and with decorative wind chimes hanging from the front porch. It felt extremely homey in a strange way, like something longed for Hayoon to be there.
She climbed out and followed Johnny as he unlocked the door to the cabin like house, the wood slightly creaking under her feet. The smell of mint and pine cones filled the air, making her glance around softly. There was a large table in front of a kitchen and a wide lounge room that seemed to be an open space. It was clean and spacious.
Johnny chuckled down his bag on the table before rummaging through the kitchen. Hayoon sat down at the table, pulling out her book and flicking over to the necessary pages.
“Do you want anything to eat?” Johnny offered.
“No thank you,” Hayoon smiled softly, “Which relationship would you like to focus on?”
“Not Romeo and Juliet,” Johnny fake gagged as he sat down at the table, a large bowl in his hands, “Everyone’s going to do it,”
“How about the relationships between Romeo and the other Montague men such as Benvolio and Mercutio?” Hayoon asked softly, “Then we can focus on there feelings and reactions after Romeo and Juliet’s deaths,”
The male smiled and leaned in close, “Aren’t you a smarty lil Yoonie,”
A loud creak made Johnny look up suddenly, the door to the house opening and Hayoon averting her eyes quickly. The male didn’t seem phased, leaning back in his chair and shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth.
Five men walked in, all shirtless and with a tattoo between their shoulder blades that seemed to depict a moon. Two of them stopped at the sight of Hayoon, eyes going wide with another two went straight to the kitchen. A cheeky smile spread onto the tall mens faces, as they stalked over to Johnny.
“Look at you, bringing a girl home!” One of them howled with laughter, “Our baby Johnny got a girlfriend,”
Johnny’s cheeks went red, “Knock it off, we’re just studying!”
“We all know what studying is code for,” The other smirked, looking at Hayoon and winking, “I’m Jaehyun,”
“Knock it off,”
A deep and authoritative voice filled the air, making Hayoon jump and look up at the fifth male as he shut the door. He was only one with the decency to have a shirt covering his body, dark brown hair brushed back by his hands and a strong jaw line that supported high cheekbones. Hayoon’s eyes refused to wander away from the stranger, especially as he looked back at her.
Honey brown eyes stared back at her, seeming to swirl with an unknown nature. His entire look was like it had been carved by gods and then blessed by angels, Hayoon wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup his face and run the tips of her fingers over his skin. When he finally looked away, Hayoon felt slightly lost and averted her eyes to the ground.
Redness rushed into her cheeks as she fumbled with the book in her hands, the male walked over to the table calmly and glanced over the books before he looked at Johnny.
“We have a guest and you're stuffing your face in front of her?” He asked.
“I offered her something!” Johnny whined, “Your rude for not introducing yourself,”
“Your guest, you should be doing the introductions,”
Johnny pouted for a moment before he looked at Hayoon, a large grin spreading over his features. She smiled shyly up at him, still fumbling with the book and running her fingers over it’s slightly damaged spine.
“Yoonie, these are my cousins,” Johnny explained, “The two stuffing their faces in the kitchen are Chanyeol and Jongin, these are Lucas, Jaehyun and Minho,”
“Look at you, bringing a girl home!” One of them howled with laughter, “Our baby Johnny got a girlfriend,”
Johnny’s cheeks went red, “Knock it off, we’re just studying!”
“We all know what studying is code for,” The other smirked, looking at Hayoon and winking, “I’m Jaehyun,”
“Knock it off,”
A deep and authoritative voice filled the air, making Hayoon jump and look up at the fifth male as he shut the door. He was only one with the decency to have a shirt covering his body, dark brown hair brushed back by his hands and a strong jaw line that supported high cheek bones. Hayoon’s eyes refused to wander away from the stranger, especially as he looked back at her.
Honey brown eyes stared back at her, seeming to swirl with an unknown nature. His entire look was like it had been carved by gods and then blessed by angels, Hayoon wanted nothing more than to reach out and cup his face and run the tips of her fingers over his skin. When he finally looked away, Hayoon felt slightly lost and averted her eyes to the ground.
