Wait Im Here For Kitsune Beomgyu

wait i’m here for kitsune beomgyu🥹

𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧

word count: 5.4K (oh hell 💀)

warning(s): mentions of death, alcohol consumption and implied violence.

note(s): rogue demon reveal 👉🏼🤪👈🏼 also maybe grab a snack and drink... or both 👍🏼

December 24, 2021 - 6:51 PM

My little human ❤️‍🔥: hoonie can you come in here for a sec?

It doesn’t take Sunghoon too long to act on Y/N’s request, excusing himself from Heeseung and Karina who are currently in the middle of of setting up everything considering Y/N, who's supposed to be hosting the annual Christmas dinner party, isn’t able to due to her prior plans.

He knocks on Y/N’s door, only stepping in once his human tells him to come in because as much as she’s shameless, the demon still values giving her the space and privacy she needs and he doesn’t really know what to expect every time he enters her bedroom. Though he may have an idea on what his human could be up to if he takes her Christmas evening plans into account; primping up to look presentable enough to not fall under her own parents’ scrutiny for once.

In spite of all that, Sunghoon still considers what Y/N likes to do when it comes to killing time; and while she does want to put at least a bit of effort in being civil with her parents, the demon wouldn’t put it past him that she might as well be slacking off in her preparations. Y/N could either be playing that new Pokémon game she’s been drowning herself in lately and called him so she could give him an example of what competitive battling looks like along with its technicalities; or she could be reading through one her books of the occult and wanted to ask him if whatever is written on it held some sort of truth, being a century-something-old demon and all.

What greets him is none of what he expects of his roommate now-turned girlfriend, but he’s more so correct in assuming she is indeed gussying up for a night out with her parents. There was something missing, however; her hair, for one, looked polished in its clean hair-do, along with the light makeup that enhanced her features. But when he take in the sight of Y/N in her dress—

“You’re not wearing pastel.” It comes out more as a statement than a question as Sunghoon pushes the door closed behind him with a wave of a hand.

Y/N startles at his voice, gaze breaking away from her own reflection to give him a withering look the moment he snickers. “I was gonna, but mom’s secretary wanted me to wear this.” She sighs and turns to look at her reflection again.

Sunghoon hums in response, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement from watching a pout settle on his human’s lips as he walks towards her. “So what do you need me for? Fashion advice? Some ‘hyping up’ as you kids would call it?”

She grimaces, “don’t say that. It makes it sound like I’m dating an old man.”

The demon arches an eyebrow, “I technically am though? A century-something-old demon? Ring any bells, little human?”

“Yeah but…” Y/N makes a face, no doubt racking her brain for the right words. “You don’t look a day over 20… something, so it’s different.”

“Alright, enough technicalities about my age.” He sighs, “what can I help you with?”

“Zipper’s stuck,” she grumbles, turning her back to him to showcase the mini problem she’s facing at the moment. “Can you pull it up for me?”

Sunghoon blinks, eyes trailing over the sight of her skin beneath the opening of her dress in wonder as he gulps, mouth suddenly dry, “of course. Let me just…” The demon crowds closer behind her, a tentative hand resting on her hip as the other holds the dainty zipper and pulls it up without any thought other than to get the task over with before he explodes.

He still has the mind to be gentle amidst the mental turmoil, gently smoothing down the sides of her dress to rid of any wrinkles before his hands rest on the dips of her waist, “there we go.”

Y/N smiles, nodding in gratitude as she takes in her reflection. “So how do I look? ‘Cause I’ll be honest, this feels so weird.” Oh Sunghoon can definitely tell how weirded out she is just from her face alone.

Of course she would be, being someone who stood by anything pastel. Judging by the dramatics, wearing anything on the darker spectrum is not a frequent occurrence if Y/N is this unsure of herself. It’s definitely something new to get used to for both parties, though Sunghoon is quickly growing fond of the idea, if the smile pulling at his lips as he watches Y/N fumble with her dress wasn’t enough proof.

“You look beautiful.” He states with no hesitation and immediately, Y/N flusters at the out of nowhere, but very welcomed compliment, earning a chuckle from him while she makes a face, clicking her tongue. Nonetheless, she still leans against his chest, which then leads the demon to grace her with a teasing smile.

“It’s because I’m not wearing pastel, isn’t it?” She then arches an eyebrow when her question draws out a soft laugh from him, Sunghoon’s hands lifting from their previous spot for his arms to wrap around her waist.

“What are you talking about? I also like seeing you in pastel.” The demon muses, pressing his plush lips against her temple. “As you’ve said before, you do look submissive and breedable—I could eat you up.” Y/N promptly gasps and smacks his arm as Sunghoon’s laugh grows louder.

“Hoonie please, I’m about to have dinner with my parents!” She whines, “You can’t just say that and expect me to not think about it for the next few hours.” Y/N tries to get out of his grip, but his hold around her tightens. Then she remembers that this is a demon with superhuman strength she’s fighting against and so she stops her struggling with a huff as she lets herself be pulled back into his embrace.

By the look on Sunghoon’s face, he seems rather pleased at his advantage, gently squeezing her middle, " I’m sorry, angel. You’re just so fun to tease.”

His human huffs, “how’d you even know I said that?”

“Soobin showed me a screenshot of your tweet.”

“So I wasn’t safe from him either.” Y/N deadpans, recalling the incident of the giant sending her a screenshot of Sunghoon’s tweet. “I’m going to kill him.”

Sunghoon grins, “I’d rather you not do that. I quite like him if you ignore whatever leaves his mouth.” He sways both of them side-to-side as Y/N snorts. “You sure the parasite isn’t joining? He may be a nuisance but I don’t mind him celebrating with us.”

“Beomgyu has his own plans with his friends.” She chides, “but I appreciate you trying to get along with him at least.” Y/N giggles, turning around in his hold to face him.

The demon smiles at this, hands once again finding purchase on her waist, “as they say, ‘tis the season of giving and I might as well be generous with the limited supply of kindness I have in me.”

“You’re kind to me though.” She points out.

Sunghoon hums, “yes, but you’re different, little human.” He clarifies in a hushed tone. “For one, you have my heart in the palms of your hands and I’d rather burn in the fiery pits of Hell than be anything but.” Sunghoon presses his lips against her forehead. “Even if you’re a handful.”

Y/N preens at his words, “you’re awfully sweet tonight, demon of mine, but I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it and—oh! I gotta go.” and she pulls away from him.

He frowns at the loss of contact, “already?” The demon sighs, “what time will you be home?” He watches his human move about the bedroom to grab what she needed; her purse and her heels. Sunghoon takes notice of the black trench coat draped over her desk chair and promptly makes a grab for it.

“Around 10. It’s 7 now.” His human clarifies while checking her phone, “dinner is at 7:30—thank you.” She says and pushes both of her arms into the sleeves of her coat with the help of Sunghoon.

“So 10 then?”

“Yes. Earlier if I can help it, but I’ll make sure to be home by 10.” Y/N kisses his cheek and beams up at him.

“No later than 10.” Sunghoon returns the gesture with a fond smile of his own when she nods, “okay, I’ll walk you out.”

December 24, 2021 - 11:32 PM

It’s way past the time of Y/N’s supposed arrival and Sunghoon is increasingly growing worried by the second.

The dinner party at this hour is in full swing as each of the attendees makes themselves home and does whatever while waiting for Christmas to arrive once the clock strikes midnight.

As a host, Sunghoon is relieved that everyone seems to be having a pleasant time; save for Jungwon and Wonyoung having one of their arguments in the kitchen about Satan knows what (the demon assumes the former might have gotten on the witch’s nerves… again); then there’s Sunoo still rejecting every attempt Jake makes of talking to him and Soobin, the lightweight that he is, is trying his absolute hardest to keep upright by clinging onto Yeonjun who appears to be in a heated discussion with Heeseung and not really paying attention to his drunk boyfriend on the verge of succumbing to the effects of alcohol.

Though as a boyfriend, Sunghoon can’t help but to think of the worst when Y/N is behind schedule… by a lot. After all, she promised that she’ll be back no later than ten in the evening—earlier, if possible, considering she made it clear that she’d rather be here than to spend an uncomfortable evening with the people who had made her existence possible, yet the majority of it unbearable.

Throughout the time Sunghoon had spent with Y/N, there was no denying that being told the unlikely pair were complete opposites was a common occurrence that if money was given to him every time any of their contrasting aesthetics, personalities or their social approaches were brought up, the demon would have more than enough to last a few life times from how frequent it was. But if there's something both Sunghoon and Y/N have in common, it’s how both of them never go back on their word, so one can’t really fault the demon’s unsettled state when Y/N—purposely or not— did just that.

He takes another peek at the wall clock to remind him of the time, only to clench his jaw when he sees that it’s nearly thirty minutes to midnight. Sunghoon sighs heavily at his and immediately downs the very full glass of whatever concoction Jay made for him in one go, not at all minding the slight burn that itches his throat.

Even the copious amounts of alcohol did nothing to alleviate the growing worry inside of him; he never expected in the first place anyways—never expected it to give him the pleasant buzz it gave humans considering he and every demon alike are immune to its effects.

Sunghoon supposes it did do its job of being a momentary distraction as he overlooked the dinner party, but it obviously wasn’t enough as he makes his way towards where Jay is, no doubt still making drinks for being tonight’s self-appointed bartender.

Jay immediately notices Sunghoon’s sour expression, grinning slightly when the younger gestures for a refill, “why the long face, Hoon? It’s Christmas Eve, you should be having fun.” Jay teases as he sets to work on making yet again another nameless concoction.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, “we don’t even celebrate Christmas.” He says drily and plucks the glass from Jay’s hold as soon as the drink is presented to him. “And my girlfriend’s not back yet when she specifically told me she’ll be home at 10. It’s nearing midnight now and where is she? Not home.” Much like what he did with his previous drink, he downs all of it in one go, sucking on his teeth briefly before he places the now empty glass on the breakfast nook with a grunt.

It doesn't help that he hasn't heard from her at all either which only furthers his nerves. He had called her a handful of times already, yet she never picked up, nor did she return the calls. His messages were left delivered. She hadn't read them at all.

The oldest of the demon’s eyebrows raises at this, “Satan, Y/N’s definitely got a grip on you now.” Sunghoon glares at him and Jay promptly raises both of his hands as an attempt to placate his growing annoyance. “I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, jeez! So touchy when it comes to his girlfriend.” He grumbles.

“I’m just worried, okay?” Sunghoon swipes the half empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s Jay was about to reach for. “What if something happened to her?”

It’s Jay’s turn to glare as he conjures another bottle of Jack, a full one this time as he pours it into a new glass. “She’s with her parents right now, isn’t she? Maybe she’s having fun and lost track of time—why the fuck are you looking at me like that.”

By that, Jay means Sunghoon is looking at him as if he either grew another head or is probably thinking that he, Park Jongseong, is the stupidest person alive. Knowing him, it’s probably a combination of both when his right eye twitched. “Jay, Y/N hates her parents. Her parents are assholes, why the fuck would she willingly go to dinner with the people who made her life worse than what Hell’s got going on?”

“Hey! I wasn’t the one she dumped her trauma on!” Jay says defensively. Sunghoon gives him an unimpressed look. “I obviously did not know that, I’m not her boyfriend. What’s the big deal anyway? She’s a big girl. She probably got distracted on the way home…” The eldest of the demons trail off, sharp eyebrows knitting together in thought.

The younger scoffs, taking gulp of Jack, “for almost 2 hours? Unlikely.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Look, Y/N might not have the same amount of street smarts we all have, but she’s not that stupid; and like I said, she promised she’d be home by 10. Y/N is never late and she wouldn’t break a promise either.” Sunghoon then continues on a tangent that falls deaf on Jay’s ears as he mulls over what the former had mentioned.

If it’s put like that, then yes, maybe this is something to bust a vein over, noting how adamant Sunghoon is about Y/N being on time and all the intricacies that made the younger act this way; and it doesn't take long for Jay himself to spiral either the longer he has to witness Sunghoon go off on a rant while a series of past conversations flash into his mind, the recent news and his own findings of what could possibly be the reason why Y/N still isn’t back.

“Hey Sunghoon…” Jay starts, both hands finding purchase on the counter to anchor himself for what is possibly going to be the worst time of his life, “when you say Y/N is never late to anything, what exactly did you mean by that?”

Much like the look the older received from earlier, Sunghoon regards him with a look that straight up looked like he just called him stupid, “exactly what I said. Y/N is never late and if she was, it’d be only for a few minutes and she'd let me know. She hasn't answered my calls. She hasn't read my texts either." He arches an eyebrow at the sight of Jay’s face blanching. “What’s up with you? Why do you look like an angel is about to smite your ass?”

Jay grimaces at ‘angel’, but quickly moves past that considering there are more dire things to actually lose his cool over, “you have to swear you wont kick my ass after this.”

Sunghoon narrows his eyes, “I’ll kick your ass regardless, but I can’t promise I won’t leave you black and blue. I have a power source for a girlfriend, in case you forgot.”

“Satan, that’s even worse,” Jay sucks in his teeth then lets out a heavy sigh. It’s now or never. “Look, just let me explain everything before you give me third degree burns, okay?”

The younger one rolls his eyes, “It can’t be that bad.”

Oh but it is, especially if you happen to be Y/N’s boyfriend, but Jay will take his chances and hope the need to save her overwhelms Sunghoon’s need of throwing him inside a church and let him burn in there as petty revenge.

Jay pretty much explains everything; from the time Lucifer had told him of the rogue demon’s presence popping on Hell’s radar, the Four of Crows shtick where it involved him and three of Y/N’s friends breaking into a funeral home to investigate, the discussion of the demon possibly going after her once Heeseung told him the said demon is also an ex of Y/N's and taking the whole sacrificing thing into account.

“I’m not sure if you’ve been updated on the news, but the 12th victim has been identified recently and well… we had a feeling that Y/N might be the 13th.”

And it makes perfect sense too. Y/N is out there alone with none of them to keep an eye on her. It makes perfect sense that the demon could have possibly chosen this night of all nights to strike, when Y/N is at her most vulnerable with no one to ask for help. Jay can only hope that he’s wrong with the assumptions because he can imagine how cruel it would be if she was taken from Sunghoon just like that.

Jay supposes he was right on that train of thought, because the younger demon does not look too pleased at the revelation. In fact, he looks absolutely furious in being the last to know. But really, Jay had already expected this. He can blame Heeseung if Sunghoon does leave him in a black and blue heap.

“And you choose to tell me now? Right when my human could be in danger?” He hisses, Jay yelping when Sunghoon pulls him by the collar of his shirt.

“I just assumed! I never said it was a possibility!”

“What, and that’s supposed to help?!” Sunghoon smashes the bottle of Jack onto the ground. Jay is quick to make the mess vanish with a simple wave of his hand. “Tell me why I shouldn’t throw you into a horde of angels and let them crucify you right now.” He snarls, pulling Jay closer.

“Woah woah, Sunghoon, you’re not crucifying anyone here! And certainly not your brother!” Comes Jake’s voice as the youngest demon gets abruptly thrown back, the wind knocked out of him as he ends up landing on his back, hard.

A groan leaves him, eyes shut tightly from the pain that bloomed on his upper back as well as on the back of his head, though they quickly fly open in panic at the feeling of his body involuntarily going rigid, unable to move; and that’s when he sees Wonyoung standing over him, a hand encased in a lavender aura outstretched over his form. He’s quick to realize the same lavender veil is around him too.

“Stand down, Sunghoon.” The witch orders, giving him a look of warning “I’ll give you 10 seconds to relax before I release this petrifying spell.” The demon scowls. It’s easier said than done, but he does as he’s told anyway, once again closing his eyes to calm himself by breathing.

Sunghoon is back on his feet soon after and Wonyoung dutifully stays in close proximity in case he goes berserk yet again. He scoffs, “I don’t have time for this,” and turns on his heel to head for the door.

Jay, who has now recovered from the initial shock from his actions, calls out his name. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To get Y/N, where else?” He grunts, shoving past Jake as he heads straight to the front door.

Jake doesn’t let up, equally stubborn, and grabs the back of the younger demon’s jacket to haul him back. “You don’t even know where she is! You know the trace is gone by now!” The blond argues, pulling Sunghoon back harder. “I get that you’re worried and I am too, but you lashing out like this isn’t going to help anyone!”

You’re letting your emotions get the best of you, Sunghoon. Satan, of all times he really has to hear Lucifer’s own words go on about his head. You're not thinking clearly and that’s why it’s a weakness. Calm yourself and try again. The memory is hazy to him now—hazy to picture himself in it; it’s been quite a while since he was subjected to the rigorous training all demons who carry the responsibility of striking deal with humans after all—The Dealers, as Satan would affectionately dub them—but Lucifer’s voice is loud and clear and it’s enough for Sunghoon to halt his steps.

“Standing around isn’t going to help anyone either, especially Y/N.” He huffs, folding his arms while turning around to face everybody. “Now do any of you have a plan?”

“Well first we obviously have to find out where Y/N is,” Heeseung speaks up, coming to stand before him just a few feet away from where the youngest of the demons stands, running his fingers through his fiery hair. “Though I have to apologize for not bringing this issue up sooner. I thought we’d have more time to come up with a plan to catch the demon.”

“Yeah,” It’s the goblin’s turn to speak up this time, Riki’s tall figure looming behind Heeseung’s with a sheepish smile. “None of us thought the demon would strike tonight.”

There’s a huff from Sunghoon’s right, jumping slightly when he turns to find Jungwon standing beside him unbothered that he surprised him, “kind of a weird coincidence that it chose the night where Y/N won’t have any of us looking after her.”

“Yes yes, we’re well aware of that, but can we cut to the chase? Heeseung, you know a tracking spell, right?” Wonyoung asks, giving him a pointed look to which the head witch waves off.

“Of course I do. Sunghoon,” He turns to the demon. “I’m gonna need that talisman you made for Y/N.”

Riki nods solemnly, throwing an arm around Jake, “the talisman of nightmares.”

The duo quits their snickering once they receive a piercing glare from the talisman’s maker himself. “It’s in the hallway.”

Everyone (besides the non-witches) watches Heeseung, Karina and Wonyoung stand in a circle grasping each other’s hands with fascination. The cursed looking talisman stands in the space in the middle as the three witches all chant an unknown language and this goes on for a minute or two before Sunghoon and the rest feels something shift in the air.

Heeseung is the first to open his eyes, “I’ve found Y/N. She’s in some kind of warehouse.”

“Right,” Wonyoung lets go of her fellow witch's hands. “I’ve managed to narrow it down to one and I think we should all leave now because it looks like she’s tied down.”

Riki’s eyes widened at that, scrambling off of his seat, “What?"

“Yes, there are a bunch of candles around her too.” Karina confirms, “there was someone with her too but we weren’t able to see just who exactly it was.”

“Oh wow, you guys really did throw a party.” All of them freeze at the sound of an extra voice coming from the hallway, “so who’s who?” And there’s Beomgyu, appearing as if he just woken up from a week long hibernation as he smiles politely at everyone.

Now Sunghoon is completely bewildered by this because he clearly remembers Y/N telling him that their temporary housemate also had Christmas plans. “Beomgyu what—” however, he doesn’t get to ask him what the hell he was still doing here because Wonyoung gets to the now screaming parasite first, using a spell to lift him up. “Wonyoung!”

“Of course a man would be behind all of this.” The youngest of the witches seethes, lifting Beomgyu up higher who only appears confused at what she said. “What did you do to Y/N?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?! Nothing!” Beomgyu continues to struggle against the invisible force lifting him up. “Would you please let me down?!”

Wonyoung’s appropriate response to his request is to lift him higher. The disbelief on Beomgyu’s face was almost enough to have Sunghoon cracking up in laughter if it weren’t for the gravity of the situation, “so you aren’t the demon after Y/N?” She asks him. The parasite makes a face, “or helping the demon?”

“Girl, what are you talking about? I’m a Kitsune, look—” with a poof, a pair of pale blond fox ears pop into view on top of Beomgyu’s head along with the three tails of the same color swishing behind him. “See? Not a demon, nor am I affiliated with a demon after Y/N. Now will you let me down?”

“Oh.” Wonyoung’s face blanks, “my bad.”

Sunghoon winces when the kitsune lands in a heap with an alarmed shout. “I thought you had plans with your friends?” He asks at the same time Sunoo mutters about almost everyone ‘being a supernatural’ these days. “Y/N told me.”

Beomgyu gets back on his feet with a groan, glaring briefly at the witch, “I had plans, yeah. But I overslept.” He grumbles, “Is everyone here a supernatural? ‘Cause you all seem pretty chill about me being one.”

“I’m a demon,” Sunghoon simply answers (the rest who are supernaturals following after in quick succession) as he turns to where Heeseung and Karina stand together, wearing matching scowls directed at the fox spirit. “I’m gonna be honest, I was about to accuse the parasite of being in cahoots with whoever demon that is, but why did you two warn me about the idiot?”

Karina shrugs, inspecting her nails, “kitsunes are known tricksters, might as well let you know what you’re dealing with… or did you not sense that at all?” She raises an eyebrow and then snorts when she doesn’t get an answer, “from all the complaining you did on twitter, I thought you’ve figured it out.”

The demon avoids Karina’s gaze, “perhaps… I was preoccupied by something else to pay attention if Beomgyu was a mythical creature or not.”

She giggles, “of course you were.”

The kitsune raises both of his hands, “hey man, I’m only here because I really have no place to stay at the moment. I swear I don’t plan on killing Y/N.” Beomgyu side-eyes the youngest witch, “besides she’d kill me first.”

Wonyoung grunts, “good, or you and I will have a problem.”

“Yeah! Very interesting turn of events, really, but can we go now?” Everybody all turns their attention to Jungwon already making his way towards the front door, peering questioningly over his shoulder once he pauses in his steps. “For all we know Y/N might as well be on the verge of death as we speak.”

“Happy holidays, I guess.” Yeonjun mutters, taking a generous gulp from his beer. “Humans will be staying since my boyfriend is out-cold on the couch.”

“Wait, hang on, if the fox spirit isn’t behind all this… then who is?” Riki asks.

“Oh, I think I have an idea on who it might be.” Sunghoon gives them a humorless smile, feeling a vein pulse on his temple.

“You know, I thought something was up when I brought up your relocation to my parents.” Y/N hisses as she struggles against the ropes. “Because I know for a fact my ex-girlfriend would have at least let me know if she wanted to end things and not ghost me.” She doesn't miss the way Minjeong’s figure tensed in the midst of her lighting the assortment of dark-colored candles surrounding the both of them.

She tried to yank both of her hands free from the bindings again, but to no avail, Minjeong really did a good job with tying her down. Y/N huffs, “I was a little confused when mother-dearest told me she never sent you abroad, that you just upped and left without a trace and came to her asking for your job back as if nothing happened. Right after her old secretary mysteriously died.”

“Never knew you cared that much about me, if I’m being honest.” Minjeong mutters as she turns around to face her captive with a smirk. “Though I’m not really sure if I should be surprised that you’re still gullible even after all this time. You’ve always tried seeing the good in people.”

Satan help me, is she about to go on a villain monologue? Y/N gives her a withering look.

Perhaps if she had chosen to stay longer with her parents through that mind-numbing conversation about future business plans, she would have avoided all of this; avoid being taken to a warehouse, avoid being tied down on top of a drawn-in-red pentagram and possibly avoid death altogether as Y/N watches Minjeong brandish an absurdly huge knife from butt-fuck out-of-nowhere.

Y/N's eyes widen lightly when the steel blade glints under the dim lighting, “lord, I’m actually living a Jennifer’s Body scene, coolcoolcool…” She mutters to herself, not minding the demon’s (yes, Y/N figured she was a demon the moment her mother’s secretary lifted her up as if she weighs nothing) complete look of bewilderment. “Why are you even doing this?”

“Well…” Minjeong starts, heels of her boots clicking against the cemented floor as she takes slow and measured steps around the pentagram—around Y/N with mild interest in the knife. “Little girls have big dreams, Y/N.” She says with the false pretense of innocence, lips pulling into a mocking pout. “Mine just happens to be bigger than most.”

Maybe she can draw this out longer until one of her friends—or preferably her boyfriend Sunghoon—realizes that maybe her being gone for so long is a cry for help. “And that involves sacrificing me?”

“Oh good. At least your deduction skills seem to be working. Could you tell with the blood-red pentagram?” Y/N glares when Minjeong bursts into a fit of giggles, still walking in circles around her. “I’ve got to say, if I hadn’t seen The Mark on your wrist, none of this would have happened, so thank you, Y/N. If it weren’t for you, my dreams wouldn’t have been a reality.”

In usual situations that involved someone expressing their gratitude, Y/N would have returned the enthusiasm back; all smiles as she tells them ‘you’re welcome’ and a warm feeling settling in her chest from the fact that she was able to help someone in need.

She’s not as keen right now though, even if Minjeong looked quite breathtaking with a smile on her face, but she was anything but in Y/N’s eyes because right before is a demon with purpose and the smile she had grown to love in the past was only a gateway to her death once the pad of Minjeong’s fingers trace the blunt side of the knife.

“Tell me, Y/N, have you ever dreamt of taking over a kingdom?”

“Not really. I mean, you were always the ambitious one between the two of us.”

Minjeong sniffs, visibly displeased at the human’s answer, “pity. I would have spared your life if you agreed on taking over Hell with me. It’s about time it had a female ruler after Lilith.”

Y/N can’t help but scoff. Yep, ever the ambitious one. “No offense but ‘taking over Hell’? Isn’t Satan more powerful than you are? You’re probably a lower ranking demon if you went out of your way to kill a dozen of Marked Ones for power.” She chuckles, looking up at the metal beams above them in wonder and completely missing the fury that slowly twisted the demon’s face. Can Hoonie hurry up? I wanna go home.

Though, the demon quickly catches herself from slipping, masking her growing ire with the smile that easily finds its way back onto her face, slowing down her steps. “I’m the ambitious one, remember? I’d do anything to get what I want.” Minjeong’s laugh is soft, stopping to stand right in front of where Y/N’s feet lay bound.

“Do me a favor, won’t you, my darling Y/N?”

Y/N decides to humor her in spite of how unnerved she is at the demon’s sudden sweet-talk, a wry grin curling her lips, “what?”

But the amusement is quickly wiped away as Y/N's face blanches when the demon’s eyes glow an eerie blood-red, matched with a grin showcasing two rows of sharp teeth.

“Scream for me.” And Minjeong raises the knife.

a/n: everybody apologize to Beomgyu right now he really was just here to cause chaos and distract you guys LMFAO tho props to that one anon who guessed it was Minjeong (Winter) even though I had to essentially lie when I told them it wasn't 🤪 gotta lie to save my ass sometimes 🤣 see you friday <3

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.

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𝐌𝐘 (𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋) 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐗: 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

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warning(s)/note(s): nothing much except it's a little suggestive at the end, but it's nothing too risque! Also more lore is explained here?

One week.

It’s exactly been one week since Sunghoon’s abrupt disappearance and Y/N would like to say that she’s been hanging on quite well since he left, but even she knew that it was just a front to keep everyone from worrying. She already caused a ruckus that same night, rushing out of her room and demanding the remaining two of the demons (who were in the middle of raiding her fridge) to quit their prank and just tell her where her boyfriend is hiding.

It ultimately led her to breaking down in tears once Jay and Jake had proven that they had no hand in Sunghoon leaving.

Y/N didn’t want to be dramatic and say that a week of her being left alone was the worst days of her life. It was, but it wasn’t to the point where she had to lose herself completely and waste away from wondering if Sunghoon was ever going to come back. He hasn’t even granted her wish yet, so there’s still a chance that he’ll be back. Perhaps a kerfuffle had arisen in the realm of Hell and it required his assistance… though wouldn’t Hell need Jay and Jake as well? Either way, Y/N just wants him back home.

Coming up with possible reasons was one way of reassuring herself. So far it does keep her from breaking into tears every second, however, she can only do so much. Sunghoon did leave her confused. She wasn’t that bad of a kisser, was she? And if she was, it wouldn’t be that much of a deal-breaker. Maybe she was slowly losing her grip on sanity and it’s all her stupid ghoster of a boyfriend’s fault.

It’s kind of funny how quick she adapted to having a roommate around, having Sunghoon around that mornings alone now are dull. Her usual mornings consisted of her either waking up to the smell of Sunghoon’s cooking or the man himself texting her to go eat once he senses that she’s awake and is just taking her sweet time getting out the soft confines of her bed. Being taken to and from school had become a permanent fixture on her weekdays that as soon as the demon realized that the temporary helmet he had lying around wasn’t going to give her precious head the protection it needed, he went out of his way to purchase a new one and in her favorite color too.

Y/N’s eyes gleamed as she held the helmet her roommate had gotten her, “awe, Hoonie! You shouldn’t have!” and she let out a series of amazed noises while turning the thing around to further admire the sleek yet pretty design. “and in my favorite color too? That’s so sweet of you!”

Pinching his nose bridge in annoyance, he sighs through his nose, “don’t call me that.” He says sternly. Sunghoon couldn't even count the amount of times he had to remind her to not address him with such a degrading nickname and time and time again she chooses to not listen.

Once again, Y/N completely disregards Sunghoon’s apparent ire and scolding and instead directs her still sparkling gaze towards him. He promptly went ahead and looked at her forehead to avoid staring into her eyes. “How’d you know I love this color? Did you ask my friends?“ She places the helmet down on the breakfast nook, now resting her chin on the palm of hands with a coy smile.

Sunghoon immediately scoffs, crossing his arms, “don’t let it inflate your head, little human. The color is literally everywhere in here. Not to mention you wear it almost every day. It’s really hard to miss.” He grunts.

“Wow, you’ve paid that much attention to little ol’ me?” Y/N bats her lashes in a rather excessive manner that Sunghoon briefly wondered if she was feeling okay when noting how ridiculous she looked. “Aren’t you the observant one, demon of mine, hm?” She teased with a cheshire grin.

He returns it with a coy smile, “how can I not?” His tone is soft and sweet, “the pastel is a complete eyesore.”

Y/N’s sunny disposition faded just like that. “You’re a bitch actually.”

Sunghoon merely cackled and left her there seething.

The helmet now sits on the shoe rack right beside Sunghoon’s sleek black one and it gives Y/N some kind of hope that he will be back. It was after all—kind of—the start of his peculiar way of showing he cared.

One of those was cooking for her and it honestly became a staple too.

It’s been said that demons—Dealers, specifically—were trained to not only be a human’s protector, but as a caretaker as well. While some do practice cooking for the sake of their job, Sunghoon does it because he loves to—a necessary skill turned hobby. There’s a reason why salt has no effect on any of Hell’s creatures anymore and that’s because Satan himself has grown fond of cooking. Sunghoon, from what Y/N can tell, was ecstatic at the fact as he told her this.

Sunghoon doesn’t even bother to mask the visible pride that swelled in him, watching Y/N finish every bit of the meal he had graciously cooked for her with an air of smugness surrounding him.

There’s a hum of delight before Y/N lets out a tiny burp, followed by a quick ‘excuse me’ and wiping her mouth with a tissue, “easily one of the best meals I’ve ever had, holy shit.”

“You say that every time I cook,” he points out, one of his hands making a vague gesture for the dishes to pile up by themselves and float over to where the sink is. Nonetheless, the praise was very welcomed, if the pleased smile wasn’t already enough to show how much he appreciated Y/N’s endless appreciation for his cooking.

She mumbled her thanks when he served her a cold glass of iced tea, “your point?” Sunghoon shrugs and it’s an acceptable enough answer as Y/N takes a quick sip. “It’s kinda cool that salt doesn’t affect your kind anymore.”

And he’s glad too because he would never want to serve her anything that’s bland or lacked any other flavor, not that she needs to know. “You’ve got to thank Satan and his love for cooking, or else you wouldn’t be singing your praises.”

The room brightens a bit when Y/N beams at him, lifting her glass for another drink, “well you’re in luck ‘cause I’m gonna sing more of them!”

One corner of Sunghoon’s mouth tilted up as he shook his head, hopping off of the barstool to get started on the dishes. “Do what you want, little human.”

Y/N doesn’t need to know, but perhaps there could be another reason why he looked forward to cooking.

Not only was his cooking delicious, but it gave her the sense of what home entails. She can tell that he puts a lot of effort into it as he’d rather use his hands and not his powers and whether or not that was just his way of showing that, no, he wasn’t secretly poisoning her when she accused him before, it’s all good. Because watching him at work and content is something Y/N would love to see for as long as she’ll be able too.

To Y/N, home cooked meals had always brought her some kind of comfort. Home cooked meals are always made with the intent of feeding friends and family alike and making sure they have the proper sustenance to keep them healthy. It’s one of the many non-verbal means of showcasing one’s love to another and perhaps it’s one of Sunghoon’s ways too.

Y/N hoped so because if there was a physical manifestation of what home is, it might as well be him and his cooking.

Sitting alone at the breakfast nook just reminded of how dear she holds his cooking of all things that make up Sunghoon as a person. It could have been his one-of-a-kind personality, his looks even since he’s one unbelievably handsome guy or maybe his wits and dry sense of humor; but no, his cooking what made her fall for him completely.

Who knows, maybe Sunghoon poured his own love into every meal he prepares for that to happen? As they say, the way to a man’s—well, woman’s heart is through her stomach.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Heeseung might as well break the silence. It’s quite odd that his best friend hasn’t said anything the moment they arrived at their spot that overlooks the Han River and as much as it was nice to have a peaceful outing with the menace.

“I do. yeah.” Of course she does. Heeseung doesn’t even need to ask her that. Y/N loves Sunghoon. So much in fact that it could even transcend love itself and it sucks that she couldn’t even tell him that before playing an unwarranted hide-and-seek where he left Y/N as the involuntary seeker.

Only problem is, she doesn’t know where to start.

She tried texting him, but those were left unread. Her calls wouldn’t go through so she assumed that Sunghoon, may in fact, be in Hell. Or his phone could be dead, whichever comes first.

One time she even tried a summoning ritual to see if it would work a second time. However, before she could even utter a word of it, Jay comes bursting—bursting as in poofing in with black smoke—in, ultimately stopping her from making a mistake that could have put her life in danger.

Jay had no idea where he was either. He also did what Y/N did seeing as they were in the modern age of where almost everyone owned smartphones so he might as well take his chances to see if Sunghoon’s would pick up his calls.

He didn’t and that just worries Y/N even more. She can only hope that his disappearance had nothing to do with her.

Her friends did their best in keeping her company after Jay’s visit.

It turns out he came over to ask if Y/N knew where Jake and Sunoo were because they had somehow pulled a Sunghoon for whatever reason. They bonded over Jay making a joke that they probably eloped, but then regretting it as it does seem likely and both of them tried contacting the missing pair, only to get the same results of unread messages and calls that just won’t go through.

Each of them had their own peculiar ways of getting her mind off of it, some of which involved taking her out to do something that requires immense physical effort that at least left Y/N tired and eager to hibernate until Satan knows when.

(Y/N supposed that the paintball match she had with Soobin, Riki and Wonyoung helped ease her frustrations. She imagines Sunghoon’s face as one of the targets they used to practice on. Y/N immediately apologizes in her head after.)

There are times where they offer to come over and keep her entertained by playing games, watching movies or multiple TV series or just simply hang around and waste away on the couch.

(Jungwon is a frequent visitor who does just that. Y/N doesn’t know what to expect from him; either he’ll show up as a cat to laze around with her, or he’ll show up as himself to actually do something with her. Sometimes he ends up doing both.)

To put it simply, they did all that they could to make her feel less lonely in the absence of her boyfriend. Even Beomgyu did his best as a temporary roommate too before the day he finally moved out now that the company he worked for had found him a place to stay. Even then, he still makes sure to check up on her in spite of his physical absence.

“More than you loved me?” Heeseung teases, laughing heartily when Y/N swats at his arm.

He can tell Y/N is embarrassed by the way her face twists in annoyance as she avoids his gaze, letting her eyes fall onto the water. “That’s uncalled for. You know I love you too.” And Y/N did. She still does, but the love she has for Heeseung was the kind you’d have for your best friend. Heeseung radiates something familiar, comforting even as Y/N knew what it was like to be loved by the witch. Heeseung was warm, comforting and she will be forever thankful that she was able to loved by him.

“I know,” He grins, “but not in the way you love Sunghoon.”

Y/N snorts, “oh please, it sounds like you’re making me choose between you two.” She then looks thoughtful, lips pursed in concentration as she toes the ground. “Which I can’t. I don’t think it’d be the same if I had to choose one and leave the other. I need you both in my life, you know?” She laughs under her breath while shaking her head. “Fuck, I don’t know. Forget what I said.” Y/N shrinks in on herself, feeling a little silly at the word vomit.

“No, I get what you mean. It would fucking suck if I had to lose my best friend too.” He throws his around her shoulders, “I mean, I don’t think anyone would fit the honorary monster fucker when you’re gone.” He earns a light smack on the stomach for that.

“Asshole.”

Heeseung laughs, “he loves you too, you know? You should have seen him the night you went missing. Sunghoon was really close to throwing away all of his morals if it meant that he’d have you back.” He reassures her. “He’ll come back for you. If not, maybe I’ll look for him myself and drag his ass back to you.”

The atmosphere grows lighter when Y/N laughs, falling over slightly until her head rests on Heeseung’s shoulder, “you’d that for me?”

Heeseung ends up resting his head on top of hers, nodding slightly, “I can see how happy he makes you, Y/N, and I think you of all people deserve to smile the way you’ve been smiling ever since Sunghoon came into your life.”

“You look real happy, Sun.” Y/N teases, getting comfortable under the covers and resting against the multitude of pillows pulled behind her. “If you smile even brighter, I bet you'd put the actual sun out of business.” She sing-songs.

Sunoo burst into raucous laughter on his end, shaking his head in denial and making Y/N giggle because she can clearly see how flattered he is. “I think Jake should learn something from you.” His camera shakes from the light laughter, “His attempts at flirting are shit, but his face makes up for it I guess.”

There’s a whine heard from Sunoo’s end before a full head of blond hair belonging to the devil himself pops into frame, hooking his chin on the other’s shoulder. “Stop taking my human away from me, Y/N.”

“Love how you accept that I am capable of taking him away from you.” Y/N sticks her tongue in response to the demon glaring at her.

Sunoo on the other hand rolls his eyes at Jake’s dramatics, but he still rests his head against the latter’s. “Trust me, darling, if Sunghoon and Jake weren’t in the picture, I would have willingly gone to you instead.” A dramatic sigh falls from his lips. “Maybe in another life.”

“Yeah, can you both stop now? Because the last time I checked, both my boyfriend and you were taken.” Then Jake grimaces when Sunoo elbows him, “well, pending on Y/N’s end… sorry.”

“Oh my God,” Jakes hisses to which Sunoo pointedly ignores, “read the fucking room, Jaeyun.”

Y/N graces them both with a rueful smile, shaking her head, “it’s fine, Sun.”

“Still no word from him?”

“No. Jay tried to reach out to him too, but got nothing. Speaking of the guy, he was looking for both of you. Where are you both anyway? That does not look like Jay’s place.”

Jake manages to take the phone away from Sunoo after three unsuccessful grabs since the latter is stronger than he looks. So now the blond holds the phone, a grin brightening up his face, which leaves Sunoo to sulk in the background, unimpressed. “We’re at Sunoo’s parents' home for New Years!” Jake appears absolutely giddy at the prospect of being invited by the said parents and if he had a tail, Y/N’s sure it would be wagging. “I think they like me.” He whispers, wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/N laughs at the sight behind him: Sunoo’s foxy eyes widened comically paired with his mouth agape in disbelief.

“They only like you because you remind them of a golden retriever!”

Jake only hums, panning the camera closer to his face, “didn’t your sister want one though?”

Her laughter increases in volume as she witnesses them squabble for the phone. Y/N has no idea why they even have to when she pays equal attention to both boys. Still, this is some quality entertainment some TV shows fail to deliver, but she thinks enough is enough when Sunoo chomps down on Jake’s bicep, making him yelp in pain.

“Alright, break it up lovebirds that’s eno—” A loud crash interrupts her and it’s loud enough that the guys hear it on their end.

Sunoo’s eyes then widen, “what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna check. I’ll call you back.” and Y/N drops the call despite Sunoo and Jake’s protests for her to not do that. It isn’t even close to midnight when she checks the time and she promptly locks her phone, letting it slip from her fingers to bounce on the plush surface of her bed before flipping the blanket off of her.

She pulls the cardigan tighter around her the moment she shivers. The wooden floors still remain as cold as ever and she curses herself from forgetting to pull on socks. Though the thought doesn’t linger for too long, getting a sense of deja vu as she finds herself once again taking tentative steps towards her door.

It’s kind of poetic, Y/N supposes, if what she’ll find on the other side is Sunghoon deciding to come back home. After all, this is exactly how their first official meeting went and maybe, just maybe it is him, Satan, she hopes it is him because Y/N isn’t sure if she’ll be able to withstand another day of wondering if he’ll ever come back to her.

Goosebumps rise on her skin the moment Y/N’s fingers brush against the door handle, heart lurching to her throat once she feels the click from applying the necessary amount of force and then she pulls.

On the contrary to the night of the summoning, the hallway this time isn’t bathed in the inky-black darkness. The accent lights shining from the kitchen were more than enough as a source of lighting if Y/N ever needed to get something that wasn’t in her bedroom.

And it’s also enough to shine light on the figure that stood on the opposite end of the hallway.

It’s common knowledge by now that it takes a lot to scare Y/N, being desensitized to basically everything that is deemed terrifying in human standards. Now that she’s aware of the existence of supernaturals that live among her and the human race, she can guarantee anything that involves them shouldn’t scare her either.

But right at this moment, Y/N is scared; scared that what she’s looking at right now is some sick and twisted manifestation of her longing heart that decided to team up with her brain to cause such a thing in the first place. Y/N sounds like a broken record at this point. Yes, she wants Sunghoon home, yes she misses him so much and yes, leaving her in the early hours of Christmas day hurt so fucking much that she spent the entire day crying while wearing the gift Sunghoon had gotten her for the occasion.

In spite of the rush of fear, she calls out his name and something lights up in Sunghoon’s eyes.

“Y/N…” He says and makes a running start to get to her. Y/N is faster, however, and she slams the door close before Sunghoon could get in a two-feet range, locking it. “Y/N!”

Tears start to line her eyes, blurring her vision when he starts knocking and the familiar sting she gets in her nose every time she’s close to crying has her taking a deep breath.

“Y/N, open the door!” Y/N’s tears fall at how desperate he sounds and she rests her forehead against the wooden surface. “Please.” and she sobs, hating how choked up she feels all of a sudden.

“Why should I?” Her voice cracks, “you left.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but I had to!” Sunghoon defends. There’s a dull thunk that follows after that. “And I’m back, aren’t I? I’m here, Y/N, so please… open the door.”

Y/N holds onto the door handle, “tell me one good reason why I should open the fucking door.” She sniffles, angrily wiping away her tears. “One good reason, Sunghoon.”

“I’m here to stay, Y/N.”

She freezes.

“What—what do you…” She trails off, tentative fingers moving to rest on the lock.

“I’m here to stay.” Sunghoon repeats with much conviction this time, “Just—please, open the door and I’ll explain everything.”

That’s all it takes before Y/N unlocks and yanks the door wide open.

Sunghoon's heart breaks at the sight, “oh Y/N…” She doesn’t even realize her tears came back in full force. Tears upon tears falling from her eyes as sobs wracked her body. Sunghoon immediately brings her in for a hug. “Satan, I’m so fucking sorry.” Y/N only sobs harder, clinging onto him and ultimately staining his shirt with her crying. But he doesn’t care, not one bit.

Sunghoon did the one thing he told himself no to do. He hurt her deeply and he knows he has no room to be upset over her dampening his shirt.

He cups both of Y/N’s cheeks, which is a rather embarrassing position for her when she’s keenly aware that she probably looked so pathetic post-crying. But the way Sunghoon looks at her isn’t exactly what she expects after sobbing something ugly and she can't help but to subtly preen underneath his fond gaze.

Even so, she still glares at him. “You were really mean doing all that, you know?” She sniffs, “made me think I sucked ass at kissing when I know I don’t.”

A smile pulls at his lips and he wipes the tears left on her eyelashes away with his thumbs, “I know and really am sorry, Y/N. I swear, I left with good reason and I know I should have told you before I did.” Sunghoon sighs through his nose and then presses his lips to her forehead briefly. “I’m sorry, angel.” He pulls back to look at her face once more and indeed, she does look rather pitiful; round eyes glassy with unshed tears and lips wobbling in the slightest. Admittedly, Y/N looked rather endearing that Sunghoon could not resist the urge to tease her just a little bit.

He does exactly that by mirroring (or at least tries to) Y/N’s exact expression, albeit in a more comical way causing her face to twist in distaste and he mimics that too. “And you are a stellar kisser. The best.” This time around, Sunghoon kisses her fully on the lips and this one isn’t hurried unlike before. It’s sweeter too that it draws a pleased sigh from Y/N.

“I expect more of that later.” She fixes him a light glare once pulling back from him, a little dazed. “Without the teasing.”

Sunghoon cracks a grin, “anything you want, little human.” Kiss. “By the way, I never thought you were that much of a hopeless romantic.”

Y/N cocks her head, letting herself be pulled out of her bedroom to follow him, “what exactly do you mean by that?”

He presents her a quick knowing smile over his shoulder, “The night of our first kiss? I saw myself in your mindscape. I’m your precious thing Y/N and I think you can figure out why I had to leave.”

“You never mentioned people could be someone’s precious thing…” After all, Sunghoon did say ‘thing’ and not ‘person’ and he never really expounded on that before.

Sunghoon shrugs, placing a second serving of an egg sandwich on the breakfast nook. Y/N quietly says her thanks. “You never asked. But I've got to ask, why do you think I'm your precious item?"

"Well, besides the obvious, like me having a huge and embarrassing crush on you..." she trails off, rubbing her lower lip on the rim of her glass.

"Y/N, I'm literally your boyfriend."

Y/N continues on, "and you being my hot demon boyfriend, I think the time I spent with you is just as precious to me as you are too."

"Satan, you're such a hopeless romantic." Sunghoon says fondly. "And you having no wish for me to grant?

She avoids his gaze, "... I didn't really need to wish for anything since I already had you."

"Satan, you are such a sap."

“Yes, well...” She resigns, taking a huge bite from her sandwich. “Does it not happen often? People being as such?"

“Don’t talk when your mouth is full please.” He huffs at the sheepish smile he receives as an apology. “It’s not a frequent occurrence, yes, but I never really found out what happens to the demon who comes across it.” Sunghoon takes Y/N’s prolonged silence as a sign to continue, “as for me, it’s definitely a first that I had to pay a visit home and have a talk with Lucifer.”

“What did you talk about?”

Sunghoon grins wryly, taking a seat across from her.

What was once the tranquil atmosphere of Lucifer’s office as he went over the piles upon piles of paperwork Satan entrusted him was immediately ruined when the heavy double doors flew open and sent one tall stack of documents to topple over.

Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh, running both of his hands over his face, “Sunghoon. Welcome home,” The fallen stack of paper returned to its pristine state with a wave of his hand. “You could have at least told me you were coming by to visit.”

“I apologize, I was in a hurry.” He grunts

Lucifer’s current domain was strangely reminiscent of an executive’s office; dark, dreary and given a gothic twist to fit whatever aesthetic he preferred at the moment and it’s rather ironic that Sunghoon, someone who also thrives on darker aesthetics, felt oddly suffocated by the whole setup even if he’s been a frequent visitor.

Though what unsettled him more was how suspiciously calm Yoongi was at his abrupt appearance. The usual treatment he’d get when he would enter unannounced was a stern command of leaving, but Sunghoon gets none of that and the older man merely cocked an eyebrow at his dawdling.

“Yes? Did you need something?” His apparent confusion furthered Sunghoon’s own bafflement. “I don’t have all day, Sunghoon.” He does, time runs a little differently in Hell.

“It’s… my client.” Sunghoon starts, unsure of what to stay next because Lucifer is acting calm. Too calm.

Yoongi hums, sifting through the small pile of paperwork that laid in front of him until his sharp eyes brighten a tad once lifting one of them, “L/N Y/N yes? What seems to be the problem? Trouble in paradise, I suppose?”

Sunghoon’s cheeks heated up, “No. And I don’t see why that’s any of your business.”

“It is to me since you are in my office.” He deadpans, “now tell me what you’re here for.”

“Y/N’s precious thing… It’s me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

“Fascinating. So you’re here to turn yourself in then? Since you’re her precious thing?”

“No. She doesn’t even have a wish.”

“I…. fail to see why you’re here then, if that’s the case.”

“Fuck—her having a wish for me to grant or not, I really do not give a shit.” Sunghoon seethes. “Dad,” well unholy shit, Yoongi hasn’t heard that in a while, “I don’t ask for much—and you know this, I know you do. But Y/N, she’s all I ever want. Is there anything else I could do that doesn’t involve erasing her memories?”

Instead of answering, Yoongi pushes off of his desk chair and makes a bee-line to one of the metal file cabinets that stood behind him. “L/N Y/N, was it?”

“... yes?” That’s all he needed until Sunghoon ends up watching him rifle through each of the manila folders in all of the drawers with fervor until he eventually pulls one out and unfolds it. “What are you looking for?”

Yoongi deflects his question with one of his own, “Have you ever wondered where the L/N’s wealth came from?”

The older man gets a head-shake as an initial reply, “Y/N never mentioned anything about it. I just know her parents run a successful business and that’s it.” He narrows his eyes, “what does this have to do with me?”

“The L/N’s weren’t always this wealthy. Neither of the couple came from a wealthy background and they had struggled to make ends meet with their budding business.” Yoongi paced around the room in calm and measured steps as he looked through the file. “As you all know, I too lent a hand in striking deals with humans from time to time and coincidentally, it was me who struck a deal with them both. A successful business that will remain successful until the end of time in exchange for what they value the most.”

Sunghoon snorts, then laughs under his breath, “‘what they value the most’, huh? I’m sorry but I don’t think they value anything besides each other and money.” His apparent amusement slowly morphs into disbelief however when Yoongi merely gives him an enigmatic smile in response to his supposed joke.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me… Y/N?”

The devil grins, “Yes. In exchange for their success, they offered Hell their first born, L/N Y/N.” Yoongi snaps the folder shut, throwing it towards Sunghoon who catches it with little to no effort. “So technically, Y/N has been Hell’s property from the moment she was conceived and it’s been said in Satan’s law book, once Y/N becomes of age and only if she manages to summon a demon on her own accord—”

“She then becomes mine.”

“She then becomes yours, yes, since you are the demon she’s bound to. It’s in your every right to decide if you shall keep her or not, but I assume you’ll be going with the first option?”

Sunghoon nods and that’s all Yoongi needs as confirmation, “so wait, you’re saying Y/N has been promised to me all this time?”

“Not quite.” Yoongi returns to the comfort of his office chair. “She could have been anyone else’s. She could have been one of your brothers’ too.” He doesn't miss the way Sunghoon’s jaw clenches at the hypothetical outcome. “And since her blood deemed you to be the most compatible of all the Dealers during the ritual, she got assigned to you. Did you not read about it in Satan’s law book?”

“I stopped reading when I reached the part where it said no one is allowed to be more handsome than him actually.” Yoongi “ah’s” in response and makes a mental note to scratch that off. “But thank you.”

Lucifer waves him off, “no need to thank me. I was simply a gateway to your human and fate did the rest of the job for you.” He gets a start on the paperwork again, this time, a pair of glasses materialize from the bridge of his nose, reading over the same document he had been working on.

“Well, thank you for being a gateway then.” Sunghoon coughs awkwardly. “Has this happened before?”

Yoongi grabs a ballpoint pen, marking something, “It has, though it’s very very rare and I think it’s rather hilarious that the emotionally driven Dealer is one of the ones who snagged a promised human.” He laughs good naturedly at the glare he receives.

“Well, I can’t really help who I fall in love with.”

“Nor can you help your emotions, it seems. It has always been a double-edged sword for you.” Yoongi notes. “And fate is a fickle thing, Sunghoon. Fate is kind to those who are deserving and fate is ruthless to those who are not.”

Relief is the only thing Sunghoon felt right now as he plops unceremoniously on one of the seats that sat in front of the desk, looking through the file that indeed, states that Y/N’s parents had willingly offered their first born to the clutches of Hell.

“And it seems that fate is on your side. It brought you to Y/N and is in favor of you being with her.”

“Okay, but my parents are still assholes for that ‘cause what the actual fuck? They offered me to Hell?”

Sunghoon nods solemnly, “yeah, I think we gathered that your parents are both fucked in the head, angel.”

At one point, both had migrated to the couch once Y/N got her fill of his cooking (it’s only been a week, but she genuinely feels so deprived of it) so now, both are sitting comfortably on the plush expanse of it. Well, it’s Sunghoon who’s doing while Y/N made use of his thighs as pillows for her head as they talk and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the setup considering one of his hands subconsciously massages her scalp throughout the conversation.

“I mean… that somehow led me to you?.” Her laughs sounds a little crazed, “fuck, I’m sorry, it’s just a lot to take in.”

“We have more than enough time for you to digest all that. I know it took me a while.”

“Yeah, you definitely took your sweet time coming back.” Y/N rolls her eyes, sitting up to face him. “Better late than never.”

As sulky as she is, Y/N doesn’t move away when Sunghoon cradles her face, smiling as the pad of his thumb smooths her cheek, “and I’m sorry that I did.”

“Show me then.” She breathes, “show me how sorry you are.”

Sunghoon huffs out a laugh of disbelief, “ever the demanding one, aren’t you?” The hand that previously cupped her cheek trails a little lower until his fingers caresses the underside of her jaw, his thumb training the plumpness of her lower lips before he presses his lips against Y/N’s and he’s instantly granted a sigh of content with her kissing back just as eagerly.

They take it easy this time. There’s no need to rush, now that the weight on both of their shoulders is non-existent now that forever is promised for both of them. Both pour everything as their lips meld with one another at a languid pace. It’s slow and sweet and it’s what Y/N imagined their first kiss to be like, granted the actual one was just as good, but it’s the fact that they’re taking their time, moving at their own pace without any worry.

Though things start to pick up when the pent up frustration starts seeping through where hunger and desperation overpowers the need of wanting to savor the moment and Y/N finds herself perched on top of Sunghoon’s hips moments later with her fingers once again in his hair. Her brain is rendered into mush with every single nip and lick her mouth is subjected to. She can feel him smile while his hold around her tightens, pulling her flush against him and Y/N revels in it; revels in the way Sunghoon’s hands trailed underneath her shirt to hold on to the bare skin of her waist. His hold is tight and possessive, but it draws a pleased hum from her as she arches into his touch.

“So needy,” He breathes against her mouth before nipping and sucking at her bottom lip. “What am I going to do with you, hm?” One of his hands withdraw from underneath Y/N’s shirt for his fingers to tangle into her hair, pulling slightly to bare her neck.

“Hoon.” It comes out as a whine, but Sunghoon ignores her pleas in favor of trailing his lips around the expanse of her neck, grinning when Y/N shudders in his hold, “Hoon…” She ends up pushing him back a bit and taking a few seconds to admire how beautifully disheveled he looks; hair all mussed up, lips swollen red, entire face flushed and eyes hooded peering up at her questioningly.

“Too much?” Sunghoon pecks her lips in apology.

Y/N shakes her head, giggling when he places a tender kiss on her cheek, “too little, actually.” The demon arches an eyebrow, “take me to bed?”

And that prompts his eyes to widen, “Y/N…” But she isn’t having Sunghoon’s protests, choosing to gaze at him expectantly until he breaks and he can only take so much. It’s a miracle he’d managed to stay lucid when everything in him wants her just as badly.

“Please.” Satan, she’s begging now, and determination shines in the endless pools of her eyes along with the ever-present and crystal clear adoration she holds for the man under her. “I want you and I can take anything you give me.”

“I don’t know Y/N… I may lose control and I don’t want to hurt you—oh come on!” Sunghoon groans once catching a faint glimmer in her eyes, exasperated. “You really aren’t beating the ‘freak in the sheets’ allegations, are you?”

She doesn’t even try to hide how much his words affected her, “hey! This—” she gestures wildly to herself. “—is a willing body who is more than ready to face the possible consequences!” Y/N emphasizes. “You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t and something tells me you’re into it as much as I am.” She says that as she looks down.

Sunghoon ignores the impromptu staring contest his girlfriend is currently having with his crotch, “I’m just saying, Y/N and the last thing I’d ever want to do is hurt you in the middle of… you know.”

Y/N sighs, “Park Sunghoon.”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed, please.”

“Okay.”

Moments later after blindly bumping into things , Y/N’s head falls onto the soft hills of her sheets and smiling coyly when Sunghoon crawls up the length of her form to hover above her. His eyes search for any hesitancy just to make sure she is more than willing to take the next step, but all he sees is the love of his life willing to give him everything and more and his heart swells when she graces him with the sweetest of smiles.

He brushes away the stray hairs from her face, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Wow, never thought you’d be the first one to say the ‘L’ word.” She grins as she wraps her legs around his hips and he barely catches himself crashing his weight on her.

“Just say it back, you menace.”

“Ooh and very confident too.” Y/N pulls him down for the nth kiss of the night, “and I love you too, Sunghoon.” She says in the softest tone he had heard her speak. “As the saying goes, I am yours as you are mine.”

Sunghoon grins, leaning in to press his forehead against hers, “I am yours as you are mine. Forever.”

a/n: I only got 4 hours of sleep cos I was finishing this LMFAOOO yes I am ok dw! And whoever guessed that Sunghoon is Y/N's precious item you deserve a cookie 🍪! (also if u see any mistakes, pardon me i was running on little sleep 💔)

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to be sent to the mortal world by his “father”, much less being forced into attending college (he’s a demon! why would he need to?!) and being accidentally summoned by a clueless human almost had him marching straight into Hell to have a word with its ruler. Only he couldn’t, because he was already bound to you by a fucking paper-cut sealing your contract which means he can’t just leave the mortal world without taking something of yours in return.

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SUSPENSE

[ YOU'RE MY ORBIT! ] 16 - PAST IN THE PRESENT

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author’s note: sorry for the long delay!! things will slowly unwrap here and i think we might focus a bit on taehyun more on the next chapters :D

THEME: fluff, a bit of comedy nd nothing too serious, angst in some chapters, band!txt, songwriter!reader

WARNINGS: cussing, reader uses feminine pronouns and terms, mentions/implications of alcohol intake, some timestamps do not make sense at all and arent really important so please ignore them 🙏

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ASAP! - 18: step 1: get jungwon’s head out of his ass

synopsis ↬ When Nishimura Riki joins your school at the beginning of the year, your heart, which has always been set on popular kid Kim Sunoo, starts to sway. Will Yang Jungwon, your longtime best friend who maybe likes you as more than that, sit back and watch or finally get into action?

warnings ↬ language, otherwise none? please lmk if you find any!

word count ↬ 1013

author’s note 1 ↬ i’m sorry for the late update!!! i love writing but i’ve been having trouble concentrating lately so it’s been hard sitting down and writing everything at once :( which is also why, instead of one big written chapter, there’ll be three smaller ones - hope that’s okay with you guys! enjoyyy <3

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Jungwon, like any normal person on Earth, didn’t like receiving “I need to tell you something” texts. They always made him worry that he had done something wrong even when he hadn’t. This time, he knew what he’d done wrong; he just didn’t know what Jiyeon had to say about it. Had it been Intak, Seeun or Jayoon, he would’ve known what was coming, and he knew he’d deserve it, no matter how hard he would deny it if they confronted him. He was especially worried because Jiyeon had sounded so dry over text, when usually every message was riddled with emojis and terms of endearment which Jungwon had wanted to gag over at first but quickly gotten used to.

So there he was, standing at the entrance of their school’s café after school, waiting for her. He kept checking the time and tapped his foot nervously, looking around for her arrival. He was so focused on finding her that he didn’t notice Kim Sunoo walking up to him until the boy called out his name.

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SYNOPSIS. after spending months suffering from amnesia in the hospital due to an “accident,” you return back to your normal school life where your close friends who you remember stick by your side 24/7. Unexpectedly, you cross paths with ex-student council president yang jungwon, who you failed to remember but feel oddly drawn to. however, after the meeting things start to get odd and you slowly begin piecing together the mystery behind your accident.

a/n: I promise there’ll be ynwon next chapter!!

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the manager chat SENDS ME

boomerang － thirty five ; in a bro way

SYNOPSIS you and jake sim have always been academic rivals. it was always you against him for top of the class, and jake is sure that you two were made to hate each other. a couple years later when you debut and become an idol, you find yourself talking to him again - but it’s in a group chat with other aussie idols, and perhaps you realise that he isn’t that insufferable.

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authors note: love the managers theyre slayers . jake still in his denial era?? COME ONNNNNN

BOOMERANG! a jake smau. genre: smau, angst, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers pairing: idol! jake x idol! fem! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps, photos of yujin from ive will be used to visualise outfit / concepts for y/n! taglist is CLOSED!