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SYNOPSIS: ♛ Heeseung had everything he wanted at the tips of his fingers, surrounding himself with friends that lived the life he had. When you came back in town, Heeseung’s perfect image suddenly got harder to maintain. What will he do when someone finds out who you are and where you come from?

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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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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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[ LOVING YOU ! ⭐️ ] — #frickingnishimurariki!

The meeting with Bang PD felt like it was never ending. You wanted so badly to escape; to run off and cry to whatever playlist was playing on your Spotify.

Music was always your escape in life—so it was no wonder why you became an idol in the music industry.

The meeting felt like a blur, with half of the time you spent zoning out, watching as paparazzi crowded the outside and security screamed for them to back off. The only words Bang PD said that you remembered were “Jungwon and Kyo stay away from each other” and “Y/N and Jungwon will be going on a relationship break until further notice”.

He wasn’t as angry as you thought he would be. Only furrowed eyebrows and a nonchalant face. It reminded you so much of Maeum, the exact same face she made when you had told her about Kyo.

Apparently, Jay was officially back from hiatus. That was one thing that was good about the day, and you were excited to greet him at music shows once again.

The person who took the meeting the hardest was Jungwon. He was the leader of ENHYPEN, so Bang PD was particularly stricter on him. He told Jungwon he was no longer allowed to meet with Kyo privately—because it’s clearly gotten out of hand.

That must’ve hit a nerve inside the boy, because his face turned red and even though he was wearing a mask, you could see tears form in his eyes.

He never felt that way about you.

Yang Jungwon could give less than two shits about how you felt.

And maybe that’s why you’re jealous of Kyo. Not because Jungwon’s quite literally inlove with her; but because she had two people in her life who would do just about anything for her.

Yang Jungwon risked his career to see her, Riki threw away his own feelings because he wanted to stay with her.

So when were you able to experience this love? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all.

“Y/N, the meeting is done, you’re dismissed,” Bang PD says, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Right, I’m sorry.”

“No worries. I can see that you’ve got a lot on your mind,”

At least he noticed.

As you opened the door to reveal the cold wind and the dark sky, you were meant with a ding! from your phone.

Hey, you okay?

It was from Riki. It was from fricking Nishimura Riki!

author note: fricken nishimura riki!! 💪💪⁉️ also surprised kyo didn’t cry,, Jungwon did instead 😭 erh help go cry somewhere else ig but u good…?

— synopsis: HYBE finally is releasing a new girl group and you’re in it! so what do they do to promote this girl group? well, the least unexpected thing. They make you, the face of the group—fake date yang jungwon, your beloved sunbaenim. It’s for “promotions” they say. That’s fine.. but there’s just a teeny tiny problem; well, he barely knows you and.. you are kind of the biggest simp for him.

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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!

boomerang － thirteen ; star crossed haters

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: HAHA HEYYYYYY....... omg. Jake?! and yes 'star crossed haters' comes from b99 my absolute fav show i Luv it .

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 OPEN!