Reminds Me Of Taes Face During Sugas Ma City Verse In YTC Concert. They Are Such An Adorable, Loving

Reminds me of Tae’s face during Suga’s Ma City verse in YTC concert. They are such an adorable, loving pair.

“v is the type to bring vitality to people” - yoongi

Oof. So pretty

he is love

Another exceptional chapter! Such interesting plot twists and turns and the tension between her and JK is so perfect! I love it!

Bedeviled | Chapter 9: The Higher the Wall...

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, anxiety, brief mention of blood and injuries, cruelty, frightening depictions of Hell and things in it, terror, fear, name-calling, summoning of a demon (don't be dumb), TENSION🥴, i think that's all if there's anything i missed pls kindly let me know

Previous ML

JK's eyes shift back and forth on the ground as he walks, one rock catching his attention before another steals it away a second later. 

You're following silently behind him, have been for the past few minutes as he leads you to the foot of the mountain just ahead. 

When you look up, you see a door in the mountain that you hadn't noticed there a while ago. The closer you get the easier it becomes to see. It's a bit trippy, so you don't look at it for very long. 

Not a minute later, you're both standing silently in front of it, neither of you making a move to open it.

The door is made of splintery wood and looks extremely old; a rusted knob practically hanging on with all its strength at this point.

"Is there some kind of trick or is it just a door?" You ask, a hint of jest in your tone. 

This time, when he doesn't answer, you realize that it's not out of annoyance or spite, but the fact that he's staring so intently at nothing that he didn't even hear you. 

He suddenly snaps out of it and looks at you, "Did you say something?"

You point at the door, "Can I just open it?"

The demon looks where you're pointing, "Oh...Oh, yeah, it's just a door."

You both stand there for a second, once again no one making a move to reach for the handle. 

He looks at you again and you stare back. 

"Why aren't you opening it?" He finally snaps. 

"Why aren't you?" You counter. 

"Because I'm not your fucking butler."

"Well I don't trust you."

"Well maybe you should start learning to trust me a little-"

You laugh, "On what grounds? All you do is continue to provide evidence on why I shouldn't trust you."

The stare down lasts another few seconds, then you sigh and walk over to the door. 

"You're not a butler but you're sure as heck a princess," you mutter, grabbing the handle. 

He's about to snap back with an equally clever comeback, but the next moment makes the words die in his throat.

JK jumps out of his skin when you suddenly shriek and start convulsing like you're being electrocuted, hand frozen on the handle.

Without thinking, he reaches over to grab your hand and pull it off the doorknob. 

You start laughing, no longer playing up the dramatics. 

He steps back and looks at you, confusion furrowing his brows, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. 

"Got you," You cackle, watching the rage seep into his features as he realizes your joke. 

"Idiot," he shoves your hand away from him as you laugh.

"The look on your face was priceless!" You hunch over from laughter as he stands there and stares at you, far from amused and equally confused and disgusted at the enigma in front of him.

"Whatever, human," he scoffs in disgust and opens the door, not bothering to hold it open for you as he walks in and lets go of the handle. 

You slip in quickly before it shuts, "You know it's kind of rude to call me that."

"What?"

"You always call me 'human' or 'mortal' and it's quite offensive. Those certainly aren't my name."

He stops and looks at you. 

You glance around the tunnel you just walked into, noticing a deep reddish orange glow filling the space. The rock walls themselves seem to shine with a fiery light from the inside out. 

When you look back at him you see annoyance written all over his face. 

"Ok, what's your name then?" He says slowly, hip cocking to the side as he puts a hand there and stares at you. 

"Oh, that's even more rude. How can a demon ask for someone's name so casually? You really have no manners, do you?" You stare back at him, face completely serious even as he doesn't say a word. 

JK grits his teeth, then pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and gnaws on it while he analyzes your face. 

"What should I call you then?" His voice remains calm even as the irritation builds.

"Mmm, good question. Anything works, just don't be so rude," you swat dismissively.

"You truly are a piece of fucking work," He grits out. 

You start walking ahead without acknowledging his comment, turning around to look back at him for a second to see if he's coming. 

The demon doesn't move as he stares at you. 

Tangled hair frames your exhausted face, bruises decorating your neck and continuing down your arms and legs, clothes nearly in tatters, and your feet still wrapped in strips of cloth that are so caked with mud and old dried blood that it can't possibly be comfortable. 

That's not what catches his attention though. 

It's the smile on your face as you meet his eyes. 

"You coming?" You ask when he doesn't move for a full thirty seconds. 

You can see him physically snap out of whatever trance he was in. He blinks, then his permanent look of disgust returns and he shoulders past you and snaps, "There are a lot of things I could call you. You're lucky I haven't decided to use those."

Stumbling when he shoves you to the side to get through, you bump into the wall.

A gasp of pain leaves you when you feel a burn on the arm that hit the rock. 

"Ah," You hiss, automatically grabbing nearing the injury. 

He stops and turns to see you wincing as you look at a small welt that's appeared on your forearm. 

"What is it this time?" He growls. 

You look at him and he's suddenly hyper aware of the fact that your previous smile is now completely gone. 

He doesn't care.

"You pushed me into the wall."

"No, I didn't."

"You did."

"You're the one that can't even keep your fucking balance, stop trying to blame me for you being a klutz!" 

The look on your face at his words makes him groan internally. 

You are going to make it your mission to bitch and moan the entire time now, aren't you?

He can't have that. 

Can barely stand you when you're not complaining. 

You flinch when he walks up to you, trying to pull away when he snatches your wrist. 

"Don't-"

"Stop moving, damn it!"

You stop, shaking a little as you watch him. 

Your trembling doesn't go unnoticed by him, but he does nothing to make you feel less afraid, just brushes his hand over the welt. 

Watching in mounting confusion, you see the nasty burn disappear as his hand passes over it, there one second and gone the next. Then he lets go of your wrist and your arm falls to your side. 

"Why did you..."

He waits for you to finish your sentence.

When you don't say anything more, he raises a brow, and you see his gaze drift over you. Then he steps closer, his eyes falling to your lips.

"You know, you've got such pretty little lips for every word out of them being bitchy. Looking at them, I don't mind. Listening to you whine and moan? Not so much."

He steps even closer, raising his eyes to your own now, "At least, not unless I'm the reason behind them."

JK smirks at the blush that creeps into your cheeks, "If it means you won't complain anymore, I can heal the rest of you, you know. I can make you feel a lot better than you do now."

The way he says it and the feeling of his hand sliding onto your hip makes it clear he means much more than just healing some cuts and bruises.

Something you are not about to fall into.

Deciding to play along though, you move closer, hands coming up and resting on his chest. 

You try to ignore the incessant beating of your heart.

Two can play at this game.

"Really?" You whisper and stand up on your tiptoes to get your lips even closer to his.  

His eyes dart back and forth between yours. 

You let yourself stay there for exactly five seconds before a small laugh slips out and you shove his chest, moving him away from you.

"Mm, I've got more important things to do, demon. I'm flattered by the offer, really. Very sweet of you. But I think I'll pass, sorry."

A breathy chuckle of disbelief escapes him as he turns to look at you walking down the tunnel quickly. 

Did you really just turn him down?

And act like you'd be doing him a favor if you agreed?

The feeling that bubbles up in his chest is something he hasn't felt since that one time Sav took more than half of his souls for the month. That was a very very very long time ago. 

He vowed he wouldn't let anyone humiliate him again. 

Now this stupid little human girl comes marching into Hell and decides it's a good idea to do just that?

Not on his watch. 

He storms past you, shoulder bumping yours, "You couldn't handle it anyway, klutz."

You raise a brow as you watch him stalk ahead. 

Did you really just hurt his fragile ego that bad because you turned down his offer to sleep with him?

Biting back a smile, you shake your head and follow him.

Your move, JK.

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The further into the mountain you go, the hotter it gets. 

A while ago you started to hear the screams. 

You shoved your hands over your ears, but as per usual, it's hardly done any good. 

With every step, it feels like you're getting closer and closer to something horrible beyond comprehension, to something so horrific that even just being in the same mountain as it is making you physically ill, and you haven't even seen it yet. 

When he stops abruptly, you do so also, watching him carefully.

He turns around, "You walk straight through, do not stop. Don't linger or you will regret it. Do you understand?"

You nod and his eyes narrow at you. 

"I'm serious. Don't fuck this up."

"I won't," You say firmly, balling your fists up to help you focus. 

His eyes drift over your determined face; cheeks chubby and dirty as your mouth is set in a straight line, brows furrowed in concentration.

You shift on your feet in what seems to be an anxious tic.  

A dark chuckle slips from his lips. 

"Alright then. Be brave, little klutz," He whispers teasingly before turning and continuing down the tunnel. 

You march after him, steeling your nerves as you beg yourself not to look at anything but his back. You do not want to know what horrors are waiting around the corner. 

-

The first moment stepping into the huge corridor is terrifying. 

Your eyes are glued to him, but you can hear the piercing shrieks coming from all around you. 

In your peripherals, you can tell that the walls are engulfed in flames. 

Do not look. 

As you walk down the never-ending hall, the screams get louder and angrier. 

Screams of blasphemy reach you whenever you pass and they see you. 

Unable to listen to it much longer, you reach your hands up and plug your ears, trying to drown out the disgusting words thrown your way.

The ones aimed at Him. 

You won't stand to listen to it. 

JK is suddenly way ahead of you.

You don't remember him picking up the pace. 

Hurrying forward, you unconsciously unplug your ears and grab onto the back of his shirt, keeping yourself close against him in fear of getting left behind in this place. 

You still won't look. 

Eyes pinched shut, you shove your face into him, body trembling from the sheer noise of the tortured souls burning. 

The second you grabbed him, he had stopped in confusion. 

After a moment though he realizes what you're doing and smirks, ready to use this against you.

You feel cold hands touch your arms and detach you from his back, pulling you more until you're in front of him. 

You keep your eyes shut tight, but your arms reach out blindly trying to grab onto him again. 

"Please," you choke out in a gasp, "Please don't leave me behind."

You feel his hands take your arms firmly. At the simple gesture, something inside of you shatters, he sees your face crumple and suddenly you're crying. 

And you can't stop. 

The enraged screams build; profanities being hurled at you from every direction. Telling you to open your eyes. Telling you to witness what your King did to them. 

To watch them burn alive in their own tombs of fire and torture.

"Get me out," You plead desperately as you feel like your eyes are about to open against your own will, "Please! Please, I don't wanna look! Get me out!"

You're clinging to him, begging him to get you away from here. 

It's what he's been waiting for all this time. 

Is this what finally broke you?

He stares at you, watching as you start to curl into him, fists bunched in his shirt and shaking him, screaming at him to help you. To please help you.

He does not care about you.

He should feel a rush of pride, of relief, of satisfaction at seeing how completely at his mercy you are. He should laugh and let you look at the scene around you, watch you fall to your knees and continue to beg him to save you.

So, why doesn't he?

You feel cold hands touch your face, holding your cheeks firmly as he says, "Cover your ears and walk."

Before you can say or think anything else, you feel him turn you around.

Now you're leading the way, but almost tucked into his chest, his larger frame looming over you as he covers your eyes with his hand.

Without hesitating for a single second, you plug your ears again, now not needing to worry about shielding your eyes. 

His other hand is placed on your lower back, guiding you forward through the corridor, leading you carefully through the sixth circle of Hell.

Do not be mistaken. 

He does not care about you.

_

You're not sure how long it will take to get through the tunnel. 

The only thing you can focus on is moving forward.

The feeling of his hand on your lower back and the one covering your eyes is what keeps you grounded as you stumble along.

The ground is uncomfortably hot on your bare feet, but you try not to dwell on it, even though it is a bit of a welcome distraction from the howls of people burning around you. 

Arms aching from holding them up to cover your ears, you scream internally at yourself not to let them drop. The auditory horrors waiting for you are a million times worse, you know that. 

You've got this, ____. 

You let out a shaky sigh and bite your bottom lip, using the pain as another distraction from everything else that's happening. 

Not able to see where you're going, your foot catches on a small stone and you stumble forward, fully expecting to fall.

But when his arm wraps around your waist and he practically lifts you up with one arm to right you again, you feel your heart start to hammer in your chest for a reason other than fear. 

-

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You dropped your head into your hands at the sound of your best friend's shaky voice, finally confronting you. 

"I didn't know how," You had whispered weakly, "I'm sorry."

The feeling of his hands running down your arms sent a warm feeling into your chest as he knelt in front of you, now face to face with you as you sat on the rickety old cot.

You didn't have the courage to look at him, so you turned your head to look out the small window above the cot, noting how ratty the little drapes looked.

You made a mental note to ask Tae later if he could sew them up for you.

"Please look at me."

You shook your head, biting your lip harshly to hold in the tears. 

"You have no reason to be sorry, ____."

You finally looked at him, "Don't call me that," you whispered brokenly, a single tear finally escaping. 

His brows furrowed, "Why not?"

"Everytime you call me that, it means you're being serious. I don't want you to be serious."

A sad smile appeared on his handsome face and you felt your heart lodge itself into your throat. 

You dragged your eyes away from his, "Don't look at me like that either."

I can't handle it.

A small chuckle reached your ears, and you felt his soft touch as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

"Apple."

You bit your lip even harder before finally looking at him again. 

"I don't want things to change," You croaked out tearfully, emotions finally betraying you.

"Nothing is going to change."

You scoffed and looked away, messily wiping the tears that escaped. 

"Apple, nothing is going to change." He said more firmly. 

"Let's just forget it for now," You stood up and wiped at your face and runny nose, "I have to go. Mother wants me to help with dinner. The Jungs are coming over." You avoided his gaze.

He stood up too and when you chanced a glance at him you could see it on his face. 

You could always tell when he lied to you. 

Things were going to change. 

And there was nothing you could do to stop it.

-

All sense of time and direction gone, you startle when you feel his hand removing one of your own from your ear. 

"You're fine," he says lowly, "We're out."

You drop your arms and wait until he uncovers your eyes, then you peek them open a little, looking around to see that you are no longer in the mountain. The dark smokey mountains loom around you.

"We left the sixth circle?" You whisper, voice cracking. 

He nods, "Yeah."

"Thank you," You stare at your hands, picking the dirt from under your nails obsessively. 

He doesn't respond, but you don't take that as a bad thing. 

Normally, he would have a nasty remark to throw your way. This is progress as far as you're concerned. 

When he lifts his head, he sees you staring at him, tears building in your eyes. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, never looking away. 

His brows furrow and he cocks his head to the side and looks at you suspiciously, "Why?"

You suddenly realize that you're staring at him and speaking nonsense, so you quickly turn your gaze to the ground and mumble, "Never mind, sorry."

He watches you for a little longer, then drags his eyes away.

"I-..."

You look at him when he speaks, watching as he stares at a rock on the ground, then he huffs out an irritated sigh. 

"I need to go for a bit. Just- don't get yourself into trouble. You're enough trouble as it is." He snaps, then walks away. 

You don't even flinch when a billow of smoke surrounds him and suddenly he's gone. You just keep staring at the last place he was, anxiety starting to take root in you.

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JK doesn't move when he sees the young girl leaning over the fire, her hand outstretched to grab another bundle of herbs wrapped in a thin rope, ready to toss it into the fire and watch it burn as she whispers the words he already heard in his mind moments earlier. 

He stays planted on the big barrel in the corner of the old barn she so foolishly decided to summon a demon in; lounging as he watches her emotionlessly.

Usually he'd be giddy with the idea of getting another soul under his belt. Right now he just doesn't want to deal with it. 

Everything is confusing him and pissing him off.

More reason to get this over with quickly. 

Just as he hops down from the comfortable seat, a chill goes down his spine and he feels a surge of hatred sweep over him. 

JK narrows his eyes and steps closer to the girl, almost upon her when what he suspected steps out from one of the dilapidated stalls. 

"Hello demon," The unbelievably handsome being walks over until he's standing on the other side of the fire, in the perfect place for the girl to see him if he allows it.

She doesn't seem to sense either of their presences. 

JK glares daggers at the newcomer, "My name isn't 'demon'."

"Oh I know that," A soft chuckle follows, "I know who you are, JK."

The demon clenches his fists, "What are you doing here? She summoned me, not you."

"Funny, she doesn't have to summon me," The young man smiles, the most disgustingly beautiful smile. 

JK hates him already. 

The way he seems to glow within, the pure beauty surrounding this guardian. 

He despises it. 

"You're not welcome here, demon."

"Funny," JK mocks, "Seems like I'm the one she wants to see, not you."

"She's just a child. Leave her alone."

"Mm, child or not," The devil walks around to get a good look at her face, "She'll make a nice addition to Hell. Why don't you skip along to prayer time and let the two of us talk this out? Besides, she's fifteen, pretty sure she can make her own decisions. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, puppet?"

"You have no idea what she's been through," The angel seethes, "Even if you did, you're too weak to prey on someone who actually gives you a challenge. Children are easy right? Animals too. You just love to terrify and manipulate the helpless, you're that pathetic. Am I wrong?"

"Not at all," JK smirks, "Why work harder? Now that we've got that sorted out, run off little angel. I've got some business to do."

"Go ahead and try," The girl's angel walks closer until he's between the girl and the demon she summoned out of pure desperation. 

JK grits his teeth at the fact that the guardian angel is at least a foot taller than him, not to mention broader. The wings on his back make him even larger, the purple color shimmering as he glares at the demon in front of him. 

"You have no power here, wretch. Get out."

"Gonna let your little girl get away with playing with summoning demons?"

"Leave while I'm asking nicely."

"Aw, you going to go and tell on me to your King?" JK sneers, "Go ahead, I'll take her down with me."

The angel smirks, his handsome face leaning closer, "This child has more strength in her than you will ever have. She's just a bit lost right now. You? You are the lowest, most despicable creature to exist. You have no right to even look at her. Go back to Hell,” He growls.

The demon's jaw clenches when he feels his body starting to leave against his own will. 

"Fuck you," he spits at the guardian angel.

The angel only looks into the demon's eyes, smiling gently. He doesn't flinch when he sees the look on his opponent's face, knowing the pain that is starting to consume him. 

JK gulps, then he glances back at the girl once more, watching with mounting anger as she seems to have a moment of realization before grabbing a bucket of water and dumping it over the fire, no longer intending to make a deal. 

"Get out," The guardian angel whispers one last time. 

JK glares as hard as he can before he turns and walks off, disappearing into thin air. 

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You jump in surprise when you see him stumble out of another cloud of black smoke, falling to his hands and knees and trembling violently. 

"Fuck!" He screams, slamming his fist into the gravel. He grabs a rock that's near him and throws it as hard as he can, shattering it against a small tree that barely moves when struck. 

Deciding not to say anything, you keep your eyes downcast as he throws a tantrum, screaming about cursing someone and some other stuff you can't make out. 

You think you might hear him saying something about angels, but you’re not sure.

As long as you've been here, you have not seen him like this. He seems to have lost all control.

It's terrifying. 

JK breathes deeply, seemingly starting to come down from his enraged high. 

He raises his eyes and sees you sitting there.

A flame rises up in him and he marches over to you, making you flinch when he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. 

You can see the anger in his eyes, the sweat making his hair stick to his face as he breathes heavily. It does nothing to help your nerves; you know he’s gorgeous, he knows you know he’s gorgeous. 

"Where are they?"

"Who?" Your voice shakes, not knowing what he's getting at. 

"Your guardian angel," he seethes, "Where the fuck are they?"

"I- I don't know what you mean-"

"You're telling me to believe that you are this fucking innocent? That your soul is this disgustingly pure and yet your guardian angel just let you come down here without a fight?" He laughs darkly.

"Maybe I don't have one," You try, hoping you sound convincing enough. 

"Everyone's got one, darling," He says sickeningly sweet, seeming to have calmed down, yet that doesn't bring you any comfort, “But you already knew that.”

He's staring at you so intently that for a moment you're sure he's figured it out.

What is he going to do to you?

"Well I don't know where mine is!" You shout desperately, standing up and pushing his hand away from you, "Maybe they didn’t want me! I came to Hell to get something no one else can give me, that no angels can give me. I am going through Hell with the help of a demon and you're still doubting me?"

He watches you carefully for a full minute, then he steps closer. 

You feel your heart race when he brushes a strand of hair from your face and cups your cheek with his hand, roughly pulling you closer until you can feel his breath against your lips. 

He doesn’t care that you’re trembling. 

He doesn’t care how your face scrunches in pain, that you’re confused and scared. 

He couldn’t care less about the fear in your eyes or the way you gulp anxiously.

You are weak. 

You and your heart will always be weak.

He will never care about you.

He will never be weak.

He will crush anything that tries to make him weak.

"If I find out that you've been lying to me, little mortal," His nose brushes against yours, lips briefly touching your own as the thundering in your ribcage picks up.

He pulls back a little, his cold breath still passing your lips and sending a chill down your spine as he whispers, "I will kill you myself."

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a/n: tysm for reading, bbies 💕 how are we feeling?

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