#bts demon

But he is different. Soul-bonded he knows my tricks, reading me with ease.

Lucky for me and my survival purposes the same goes for me, the subtle readjusting of his footing not something I miss. It's why his next attack swift as a snake pouncing on its prey comes as predictable. Foregoing on destroying my weapon more than necessarily I push away similarly like before jumping out of his range, skipping left and right the following swings powerful enough to have a real threat to kill me if he would manage to make contact.

Instead, in his attempt of wining points my counterpart begins heavily breathing inexperience and over-confidence showing, his body giving out if only for a moment. His next swing is done out of desperation, and necessity to survive this himself.

The foolish thing that is youth pulls him down like chains as I grasp the blade letting the sharp edge rest between my pointing finger and thumb the lack of power not even scraping my skin as I thrust my own blade forth the now scratched but mostly untarnished metal resting underneath his Adam’s apple.

He gulps standing in the most inconvenient position, ready to topple over. Body leaning in a pouncing stance he’s forced to keep his left leg up, right arms stretched palm and the hilt of his Geom near my face as my left hand holds onto the blade firmly just behind my shoulder.

While his stance is all wrong, something of a beginner’s foolishness almost - even though he is far from a rookie or being a foolish young boy training to move into manhood - I stand on both of my feet, stance in line with my shoulders holding my enemy secure, steadying my blade right under his chin.

Now I’m unable to hold a smirk admiring his pretty features tasting the dread through our bond that sinks its claws into him.

‘’Cute.’’ I find myself complimenting, taunting dying on the tip of my tongue, his emotions influencing me to redirecting my cockiness. Blush hits his cheeks and ears, my soulmate pulling back – something I let him do – embarrassment I find endearing as he’s trying to act and portray himself as an independent demon, ready to take on anything, making himself seem to be stronger than he looks. He puffs his chest out even, entire body tensing – aka flexing.

‘’I think you have me confused for someone else my lady.’’ He deepens his voice making me roll my eyes but send a glance around specially towards a group of ladies in waiting standing near the entrance of the living quarters having been lingering there for a while now. At my look they begin to scurry inside, their whispers reaching my earshot.

‘’I’m rarely mistaken, lover. You know that.’’ the teasing easily slips back his flush deepening as he’s the one looking around this time, jumping into my personal space in panic. As if to shield me away, the whispers not something to concern ourselves about, pettiness easily squished in most cases.

‘’Not so loud.’’ He urges our height difference something I only dislike in times when I don’t have the advantage of kissing him ‘’The walls have ears.’’ He continues, our relationship something fresh Jeongguk still of young age only now gaining reputation, partially thanks to me and our soul-bond an occurrence the only thing I did not anticipate of happening in my life.

‘’Let them hear.’’ I keep my voice at a normal level, rising on my tiptoes not coming closer to his lips, which I do admire even as his head and eyes are going everywhere ‘’My husband to be.’’

His eyes snap onto me at my statement, my grin reaching the sky at his feelings of astonish flood through our bond, warm tingles following. His rigid form softens the whole unbreakable character he keeps portraying in front of the others, disappearing gradually the more he looks at me and feels my own emotions of ease, and amor the fact that I am smitten with him a huge factor in breaking down his steel-built doors.

‘’One day.’’ I add pleased that he reaches and takes my hand into his. He’s warm. Very warm.

‘’Soon.’’ Forgotten are his worries for the moment, my charming Jeongguk making an appearance as he raises my hand and presses a kiss like he is a princeling and has been his entire life and not the rugged soldier that climbed up the ranks by hard work earning his spot by my side eventually ‘’Very soon. My beloved.’’

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His cry is vicious rattling my bones, easing reassurance into my being even if I have found myself in this peculiar position. A sharp cold blade pressed against my neck should be of great concern the promise of an end to something I've wanted before in this long life I've lived. And yet it has me grinding my teeth, grip around my hair firm not letting me move an inch besides my rising and falling chest as my breathing remains laboured after the fight of my life some might say.

My opponent’s hold is cruel as it should be, the king of hell unchanged after millennia of knowing him our crossed path having been spent adorned in pleasure at times and in others in conversation of all things. An unlikely friendship and companionship for a few years. But not this time, gone are those days. Showing his real face finally, he returned with vengeance a new purpose in life.

A goal that involves myself something akin to the position he’s holding me in now, minus the blade and my soulmate shouting in rage across us, his frustrations lying out in the open as well as his weakness - me.

Taehyung chuckles under his breath tipping the blade higher forcing me to raise my chin as it nicks my jawline.

Somehow in the back of my mind I knew my end was nearing my past actions not too far behind me, karma working relentlessly. Even with my soulmate being one of the strongest beings in all realms unfortunately for him he cannot go against the fates.

I think that’s why his agony will be so much worse than my own. His need to protect almost pure in on itself it has always been a ridiculous notion to me. Not that I don’t care about my beloved because I’m here willing and ready to sacrifice my life for him. But he was always better in everything he did. He is better.

‘’My, my.’’ Taehyung’s deep timbre sends goosebumps to rise on skin, the hold on my hair lessening but not disappearing as he keeps me close at his feet back to him forcing me to stare at Jeongguk across the ravine created by the demon king himself to separate us in the midst of the fight, his army of 500 having been thinned out to dozen demon’s barely standing against us two. Until he interfered himself determined to separate us pulling the earth apart using our past to get to me.

Unlucky for my better half, he’s left fighting off the best of Taehyung’s general’s their black angel wings furling and unfurling blazing swords clashing against my beloved as he fights at times with ease pushing or slamming the fallen angels away, the weak times that do occur he barely makes it out uninjured. His stamina is what I think impressed the demon king holding me captive, hand in hair keeping me from running, his blade under my chin there just for theatrics and thill.

‘’Stubborn, isn’t he?’’ The demon says in wonder I’m sure mesmerized as I always am with my soul bound as he despite his fatigue and past injuries catching up to him remains graceful as ever, knocking the supposedly unbeatable creatures at their own game.

I hum in agreement ignoring the heaviness of my heart knowing that end is close. Knowing there’s a chance he could be killed. Despite the burning in me, fire brewing in the pit of my stomach my body remains pliant Taehyung’s unflattering mark in the form of a bite resting uncomfortably at the nape of my neck, the metal of my armour having been torn from my form leaving behind already formed bruises I presume under the chainmail I’ve still on.

‘’Death looms over your fated one, darling Y/N-ah.’’ the demon king speaks gently bending so he’s kneeling behind me, grip losing its strength to relocate to my neck the sword tipping front the blade resting over my still protected thigh but across my body nonetheless threat loud and clear even in silence ‘’And yet you feel no remorse, no fear, no desperation to even beg for your beloved’s life.’’ I slightly frown as his long tongue comes out licking a stripe over my cheek his mood twisted but not unfamiliarly so.

As on que Jeongguk lets out another yell, covered in more splatters of blood having beaten the generals literally into the ground, none of them getting up.

‘’Not a day goes by without me thinking about us, petal.’’ The kisses he applies are soft tender on my cheek, holding lessening as if to test my patience and resolve. ‘’What we had was special.’’ It's not hard to pick up on the hidden desire in his tone.

Stubborn as my soulmate I keep my eyes trained on him watching as he moves against one of hell’s best generals Min Yoongi, descendant of royal blood strapped with powers Jeongguk couldn’t even comprehend if unleashed. And yet my brave, skilled and handsome lover remains fighting sword clashing against the generals with no less strength or vigour.

‘’I couldn’t just let go of you, my treasure.’’ I half smirk at the nickname his agenda not too far-fetched, yearning unwanted but impossible to oppose ‘’You were made for me as much as you were made for him.’’

My body shudders at his words something unsettling in my heart clicking into place. It lodges itself in my chest forcefully stealing my breath away as something untangles emotions for the moment static, as something no…a part of me laid dormant begins awakening

‘’That’s it my beloved that’s it.’’ Taehyung sings sword dropping on the ground, his hands holding me against him, hardness hard to miss as it presses against my backside.

I grind my teeth together conflicted with his words, them not making any logical sense. Jeongguk’s emotions slam against my own overwhelming me, as he falls on his knees in front of General Min who heave’s as much as my soulmate does but stands victorious above him.

As if I called for him, Jeongguk's head turns right, our eyes meeting, fear quick to ripple through my system. It’s not my fear. Oh no. He’s not afraid of death or dying, torture at the back of his mind.

It takes my breath away leaving my lungs constricting. The mind-numbing fear that courses through Jeongguk leaving him almost delirious and half-crazy with the intensity of emotions and thoughts memories going through his mind - even at the doors of death my soulmate fears more than anything else for me My safety, my wellbeing.

‘’Adorable, aren’t you?’’ Taehyung coo’s head resting against my own hands getting bold as he tears away my bounds, breaking the fine crafted leather belts that hold my armour together metal falling on the ground with a silent clatter ‘’Sad, isn’t it?! Millenia of solitude for fate to pair you up with the likes of him, fragile and spendable.’’ the hum he lets out is too cheerful for the circumstances, Jeongguk’s eyes never leaving my own even as General Min raises his blade intent to strike waiting for his king's final order.

The plates over my thighs fall apart, leaving me in chainmail and under clothing - the odd thing is that I don't feel exposed as I should be without the layers of metal.

‘’You should have accepted my offer, petal.’’ he runs his sharpened teeth over my neck again forcing a shiver to run down my spine ‘’Should have let me claim you.’’ a wet kiss under my jaw has me trembling my eyebrows furrowing as I stare at Jeongguk wishing he was the one holding me, as another wave fear makes an appearance unsettling me.

‘’Should have let me crown you.’’ Taehyung hums, rutting his hips into my back, fingers digging into the fine crafted dwarven chainmail tearing it like it means nothing. His touches grow bold over the cloth long tongue tracing my skin ‘’Would have saved you the heartache.’’

I tilt my head away as he licks over the bite mark on the left side of my neck, the newly formed connection tingling as he licks away my blood seemingly coming more alive behind me, body encompassing my own.

Still keeping my eyes on Jeongguk I’m left incredulous at the smirk he suddenly offers.

A cocky little smirk that I chided him for so many times, to keep serious, to keep his head cool, to not show anything to his enemies, his teasing not helpful my soul bound persistent in trying to be devious. A smirk that made me fall for him harder and faster as by each passing day, I’ve fallen hard for him. A smirk.

It has my heart speeding up, love blooming for the man across me, my soulmate somewhat at peace as he stares into my eyes the same way I stare into his. Unable to hold back I reflect the easy-going feeling’s that have settled in his gut as I offer a smirk of my own in return the one that always draws itself over my features whenever I end up triumphant over him.

Taehyung’s restlessness is getting worse behind me, hands needy as he runs them underneath my clothing touch burning my skin - and yet it doesn’t matter. All will end soon enough.

‘’How about I give you my wedding gift to you huh?’’ His words have my smirk faltering as disgust builds in my mouth, despite my body starting to heat up thanks to his touches, to his need being translated through the bond he forced upon me, his mark painful and ever present. One hand comes up to cup my face holding my head straight ahead as he tut’s his front pressed flush to my back making it known that he has entrapped me, that there is no way out and that I am his, bloody shoulder I’m sure visible even to my soulmate whose expression hardens numbness setting in after a final whisper of his love cursing through the bond, my soul already weeping for what is to come.

‘’Watch very carefully my darling bride.’’ the demon kind taunts in a gentle tone enjoying this torture he is unleashing upon me, drawing things out.

With a heavy heart, and barely working lungs I stare as the general raises his sword, the handful of demons left alive circling my soulmate like ominous pillars just to make sure he’ll stay put.

Jeongguk my beloved Jeongguk tares his eyes away, hands falling to his sides as he closes his eyes. His eyes that hold galaxies in them, eyes that were the first thing I’ve fallen in love with, expressive even when half opened, always finding my own in complete darkness or blinding light. As he kneels, he accepts his fate, love radiating from the debts of his heart unrattled as it grows and burns for me.

Cockiness fills me, other emotions deeming useless.

The sword pointed towards the sky, begins its descent. I'm sure sharp as a needle ensuring a swift kill.

My eyes close shut thanks to a flinch just like they did the first time I’ve sparred with Jeongguk, instincts making me do so. Even now behind my closed eyelids I can see the very same sparks reigniting. If only for a passing moment.

Smoke fills my lungs engulfing my body changing the air around me, changing the surface under my knees. Taehyung’s hold doesn’t lessen it relocates to my front as I find my hands tied instead of behind my back, above me my head landing against something soft.

‘’There we go.’’ he coo’s leaving me puzzled, his body nestled in between my spread legs wrapped around his waist. My eyes shoot open in question, sanity still present as I stare at the demon king, who is looking at me like a lovesick puppy, stirring the branches inside my heart gaze alone tearing them apart pulling out more and more unwanted feelings of deep and hidden love for him. Similar to the one I felt from the first day my eyes landed on Jeongguk, our souls having bonded right then and there.

Puzzled I’m speechless like I have been this entire time not finding my voice having lost it seemingly.

‘’So pretty, aren’t you?’’ Taehyung murmurs looking entranced, eyes gleaming with molten gold as he leans above me, hands propped near my head not touching me further only admiring ‘’Finally marked untouchable to anyone else, safe and sound.’’ he ends in a whisper lowering himself, inching closer displaying his strength, encompassing me one more time ‘’Finally you are mine to have.’’

His voice turns into a growl. Yet instead of going in for a kiss as many men would want to devour a maiden let alone their new bride, he rests his head near my heart leaving me as lost as ever.

Breathing heavily, he remains still enabling me to take in the room he must have teleported us into. It must be his given the lavish furniture and the massive size of it let alone the bed we are on. That still doesn’t answer my question as to why I’m not left insane. Why hasn’t part of my soul die with the death of my soulmate.

‘’Even as your heart beats for me now…’’ Taehyung begins raising his head looking at me with a bit of hurt twisting my gut at the mere sight ‘’...you are still thinking about him.’’

I open my mouth to reply but find nothing in my lungs, giving him an apologetic look instead as he makes my heart ache. It’s conflicting, maddening so to switch my emotions from my literal soulmate destiny having paired us since birth onto Taehyung who I’ve loved in the past, and who has bonded us despite my resistance - at first.

‘’He was my soulmate Tae-yah.’’ I whisper tears glazing my eyes as his previously mentioned heartache fills my already overflowing heart forcing pain and grief to surface the newly formed bond with the demon king forcing me to steady it as he is my bonded partner now.

‘’I know.’’ the demon whispers cupping my right cheek, his eyes darting over my face as he wipes away the falling tears.

His words only bring anger forth my mind, unable to comprehend the game he is playing. It twists badly in my stomach my love for him forced, repelling the fire within me ready to burst from the onslaught of emotions.

‘’Shhhhh my beloved, don’t fret.’’ leaning in he presses a kiss to my unmoving lips as I continue glaring not even able to wish death to grace him. Our bond prevents it, so it prevents me from any malicious intent towards him as he is all I have now.

Pulling back a lopsided smirk full of confidence draws itself over his pretty lips, golden eyes still shimmering with something I am unable to read. He crawls back up straightening hands gentle as he caresses my curve’s, fingers curling in the fabric clinging onto my body. He tears my clothing to shreds entirely leaving me bare for his eyes only, them being hungry as they devour me, his big hands not as warm as Jeongguk’s placed over my knees smile not faltering for a moment, his lips pretty.

‘’There is no fire like the fire from hell.’’ he begins voice taking a melodic tune to it out of all things ‘’And yet your fire burns brightest and strongest my beloved. I’m eager to let you corrupt every part of my damned soul, my queen.’’

‘’Corrupt and destroy, my king.’’ finding my voice it comes out melodic as his, his bite not only bonding our souls, but empowering me his power something I can taste. The blaze in my heart feels like it’s ready to explode from within the confines of my chest, Taehyung aiding my inner conflict providing fuel.

He looks absolutely delighted feeling the rage build inside me, feeling it tether the edge of its destruction. I know for a fact I am ready to destroy hell itself.

‘’Hmmmm how much I adore you I cannot even put into words, Y/N-ah.’’ he groans chest ending up growling as he grins a boxy smile showing off his sharpened fangs.

‘’Amazing, isn’t she?’’ The voice has me kicking against the demon in defiance, the cherry on top toppling over as he is in murderous waters toying with me.

‘’I’m going to end you.’’ I growl the onslaught of grievance and rage surfacing. I pull my arms down breaking the spell he put on me with not effort. Pushing him over is easier than I expected it to be the demon king falling flat on the bed in surrender – something that clicks later in my head – giving me the chance to crawl over, position familiar as I summon a blade to my dominant hand the weight of it familiar, as I press the sharpened tip to his neck unlike him not doing it out of theatrics.

Even if our bond something that has been studied for thousands of years it limitations written down, I’m determined to be the first one to break it, I’m intent on doing anything and everything that will hurt him the hesitation the literally slowing down of my body making me snarl losing my control for a mere moment, his shinning smile of pride not helping.

What captures my attention are a pair of eyes in the corner of my eye just above me, where Taehyung head is resting not on a bed but on someone's lap. Looking up despite everything in me telling me not to do so and to end the demon king and end myself after, my eyes dart upwards meeting more molten gold paired with familiarity I’ve started calling home.

Stunned but with a murderous grip on the demon king beneath me I stare at my soulmate in bafflement not knowing what to do or how to react. His cocky smile spurs me to tighten my hold on the already choking demon beneath us.

‘’You have no clue how mesmerizing you are at all, my Beloved.’’

Not even thinking I press my hand on Taehyung’s neck, redirecting my sword - Jeongguk sword I notice belatedly – pressing the blade over the muscular chest of who appears to be my soulmate. He doesn’t flinch, only tilts his head to the side like he does whenever he thinks about something hard.

Turning my glare down to the demon king he looks red in the face but otherwise giddy, eyes sparking as they look at us ‘’It is not an illusion.’’ the man acting like my soulmate says voice painfully accurate. Meeting his eyes, it's hard to believe he’s not a demon in disguise, the colour of his irises throwing me off as much as is the familiarity of his gaze.

I tilt my head to the side the habit I’ve picked from him as I try to comprehend and think of solutions as to what is happening.

‘’Y/N-ah.’’ Jeongguk calls beginning to shift forcing me to straighten upright hand tightening around the handle as he proceeds uncaringly to grip the end of the black coloured linen shirt, he wore under all his gear. A shirt I’ve helped dressed him in before having descended into hell taken forcefully by Taehyung’s generals.

‘’You’re not my Jeongguk-ah.’’ I growl sceptically. Despite my words, things start to align in my head the lack of insanity, the overbearing emotions bubbling underneath my skin, the appearance of deeply buried emotions peeking out, fear still being something that’s hard to adjust to after all the years of bearing down on it.

The man pulls the shirt off leaving him bare to my eyes, his well-built muscles and body a perfect imitation of my lover. His tattoos are the same, the shaky one I've engraved into his skin ever present, words promising eternal love tugging at the strings of my heart, the bond to Taehyung trotting right along.

With the revelation of his skin, it's not hard to miss a bloodied bite mark over his left bicep. It strikes this rattle of cold to strike against my rising anger leaving me shaky and conflicted. I’m not one to run away but when strategy calls for it I do so, same as in the sparing matches with Jeongguk I used to make him run after me.

Pulling myself across the bed my back hits the headboard sooner than I’d like hands for the first time since I was a girl shaking barely able to hold the weapon that’s my last line of defence. Even as my walls begin crumbling down, their love overwhelming.

‘’When?’’ my voice comes out demanding, Jeongguk staying still while Taehyung props himself up keeping the distance, his aura of strength the raw power he contains making itself known. It has me almost snorting as ‘My end is inevitable.’ Phrase ringing out in my head.

A memory flashes right before my eyes, the fight at that point having gotten beyond serious a few of the generals legitimately bringing me down almost. My preceptive shifts from fighting with an always deadly Jimin to Taehyung’s own point of view, showing me the moment, he joined the fight managing to bite my soulmate, the progression of him separating us revealing he used only a fraction of his power.

Something to keep in mind. He might look like an enamoured puppy, but he is far from it. So, my soulmate’s bond was belated, emotions needing time to process unlike the pull of my own emotions as I’ve had a connection before with Taehyung.

It was his plan all along. Isolate us, kill any and every ally I’ve had, or get them to their side Seokjin the one that unfortunately aided in our descend to hell. Huh clever.

Same as using our ‘affair’ to his advantage, his love now steady almost transmitting through the bond my arm giving out Jeongguk’s sword clamouring to the ground, my soul-bound jumping forth eagerly pulling me into him Taehyung not far behind, his touch not as familiar as Jeongguk’s warm hands are but ever present.

Your eyes rolled to the dim pipes crisscrossing the ceiling of the underground boxing arena. The large room was filled with people surrounding the make-shift ring, their deafening cheers making the cheap plaster walls quiver.

“You know, what we’re doing may be illegal but at least you look amazing. You look like this all the time?” Your charming (at least, you thought it was charming) compliment received all but crickets in response. Though, you were pretty sure you saw his pretty lips twitch a bit. Whether it was into a frown or a smile, you didn’t need to know. “I’d never expect an angel to be willing to cheat in order to help their human out. Doesn’t that go against one of your billions of rules?”

With an exasperated glare, Jin scoffed out, “I’m merely protecting my mortal. I wouldn’t intervene unless necessary. This is necessary.”

“Awh, are you afraid little Jungkook is gonna get a boo-boo?”

The beautiful angel that stood just centimeters away from you didn’t grace you with a response. You grinned at him smugly.

“Well, you’re right to be afraid. Skullcrusher here has won every single match since ‘89. He’s not known to leave his contender in tip-top shape, if you catch my drift. I used to be a big fan. Now? A little bored, if I had to admit. Jungkook winning will create enough chaos to keep me satisfied for a while.” You chuckled, slinging your elbow over Jin’s shoulder, to which he moved away with an irritated side-glance.

The shrill ringing of the red bell signified the start of the match. Skullcrusher, a burly man with a missing eye and more scars than you could count, loomed over Jungkook in the ring. His clenched fist looked bigger than his opponent’s whole torso. His tough features were fixed into a hard, gnarled expression. This man looked as if he’s seen war a million times. In stark juxtaposition, Jungkook stood on the opposite end of the ring, fists raised but raw carmine terror painted across his features. If you looked extra close, you could see his bare shins tremble. Way to play it cool, kiddo.

“I think it’s pretty fucking hot that you’re getting your hands dirty,” you whispered whilst leaning closer to Jin. “I’ve been around for eons, but never have I ever met an angel like you.”

“Stop, I’m blushing,” he replied dryly. He wasn’t blushing, nor were angels really capable of such a feat.

Both of your attentions diverted from each other to the ring, where the first punch was thrown. Jungkook managed to lithely duck out of the way, sliding along the barriers and throwing a jab of his own against the larger man’s abdomen. That must’ve hurt no more than a tiny flick would’ve.

Both of you yelled at the same time.

“You’re doing awful!”

“You’re doing great, Jungkook!”

A bark of a laugh escaped you. “Don’t give him false hope. That shit is poisonous in this industry.”

“He’s not doing so bad,” Jin said, just as Skullcrusher landed a bone-snapping strike against your boxer’s shoulder. “Okay, yeah, fine. But he still needs encouragement.”

“Now or never, angel,” you whistled in a sing-song tone, red magic forming between your fingers. “Your human won’t last much longer in there.”

Gritting his perfect teeth, Jin nodded once. “Do it.”

With a maliciously delighted smirk, you murmured an incantation under your breath. Jin watched in baited interest as Skullcrusher paused in his furious blunder towards his mortal, singular eye turning red. He dropped his fists, an expression mimicking one of a kicked puppy splaying across his rugged visage. Well, as close as a man like that could look like a kicked puppy. Jin turned to look at you, observing the way your own irises were now stained with rose petals, hair floating in the air slightly as your fingers twitched, lips moving whilst susurrating a mantra of sin.

You were beautiful, but you were also deadly. It was hard to remind himself that he was meant to stay well away from you. Jin had to pry his eyes away to make sure he wasn’t staring too long.

Whilst you were keeping the burly man under control, Jin snapped his fingers and fixed his human’s broken shoulder.

The boxer, slightly miffed as to why Skullcrusher wasn’t going absolutely feral and just how his shoulder suddenly stopped buzzing with pure agony, shrugged it all aside and seized the opportunity to land a parade of jabs and punches against his exposed skin. One after another, it sent Skullcrusher toppling down in a matter of minutes. The ceiling pipes rattled as his head hit the ground. Jungkook didn’t stop, sweat dripping down his forehead, going so far as to play dirty and use his feet to throw kicks with a scarily accurate precision. Man, you liked this mortal.

Jin didn’t seem too pleased.

“Get up!” Jungkook roared, but it was all drowned out by the upset boos of the crowd. They were hoping to see another notch in Skullcrusher’s belt. With a concerned furrow of his brows, the angel beside you used his powers to tug Jungkook’s flailing body away from Skullcrusher. He certainly wouldn’t protect Jungkook from jail if he accidentally murdered somebody, that would just be plain immoral. Judging by the crystal disappointment in your gaze, it was evident that you had wanted Jungkook to carry on with his ministrations. Thankfully, you kept your mouth shut.

Disoriented, the boxer stumbled away from the large body and dodged a flying can of soda thrown at his head. With an angry growl, he ducked out of the ring, ripping his gloves off and rushing out of the arena. What was this, Cinderella? It wasn’t even midnight yet. Jin clapped his hands together to push people out of the way for Jungkook.

“Your mortal is moody,” you hummed in amusement. “He’s fun. Keep him around for me, will you?”

Jin’s golden pupils flickered from you to the green-lit exit, and back to you again. For a moment, he appeared as if he wanted to say something to you, then decided against it.

After a considerable amount of hesitation, Jin cracked his lips open once more. “I’ll be back.” His words rang in your ears and you cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at him. “After that stunt, people are going to be hunting Jungkook down. Once you’ve reached the top, there’s always going to be a million hands pulling you down, after all. I might want to fight fire with fire, is all.”

If you thought Jin couldn’t get anymore handsome than he was before, you were absolutely wrong. He looked wickedly arresting in the dim light, a taste of the fruit you couldn’t have.

Your palms planted themselves on your hips. “Would you look at that,” you drawled with playfully narrowed eyes, “Mister Pure Angel wants to see the morally corrupt devil again, huh? Here, have this. It’s my business card.” You conjured a scarlet piece of cardstock out of thin air and slotted it into his cool palms. The brushing of your warm fingers against his skin sent a jolt down his blemishless wings.

An unamused snort escaped him. “This just says meet me in hell, bitch.”

“Well, that is where I live.” Noting that Jin looked quite peeved at your jesting, you gestured for him to turn the card over. “The back’s got an engraved rune. Tap it seven times and I’ll come to you. Now go back to your human. I think he’s crying behind a dumpster. He reeks of fear.”

The angel nodded once, backing away as he said, “Again, thanks for helping out my mortal. We’re indebted to you.”

“I didn’t do it for you!” you called out to Jin, whose figure was growing smaller and smaller the farther away he walked. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was ignoring you. That was absurd, though. “I was just bored, but一and he’s gone.”

"Ah!"

Your gasp follows with a squeak that alerts the rest to appear out of thin air into the dim room but Hoseok's eyes are simply focused on one thing and one thing alone.

Two cuts upon your wrist that crosses into an "x" following bruises hidden under your sleeve so he rolls them down with eyes that turn dark and bloody at the sight. Hoseok then searches for any other area, his arm automatically reaching for your face and tilting it to the side to find more bruises down your neck.

"It...it hurts," you let out breathlessly and only then does he realize the way your body is trembling under his hold.

He lets you go, taking a brief moment to look up at the rest before setting his gaze on yours once again. "Who the hell did this to you?" He demands in a low growl that's so cold and deep it brings a shutter down your body. He can feel his own self shaking with anger as his jaw clenches and his hands ball into knuckle white fists. "Everyone knows not to lay even one damn finger on you so tell me, Y/N," putting a hand on your shoulder, he leans in with a piercing gaze that can easily kill if that were possible, "who did this to you?"

"Hoseok," Namjoon utters in a low warning with just one single word.

"Using such tactics is not going to help ease this situation." Sighing, Jimin walks over with each step making no sound whatsoever until he reaches your side and takes you into his arms, allowing your body to fit against him as he settles himself onto the sofa. "You're going to have to be a lot calmer if you want the little one to give you answers." He lets his hand rest upon your head, running his palm down and down in a repetitive manner to try and ease the rapid beating of your heart while allowing you to listen to his own steady beats.

The room remains silent as they watch Jimin do his magic, setting a steady gaze on you as you follow the example of Jimin's heartbeat to try and calm your own self down. But the memories of what that man had done to you will not leave your head even though you know being in Jimin's arms guarantees your safety.

The man who holds you takes your hand in a gentle manner and holds it out for the rest of them to see and examine it for themselves.

"An x," Taehyung says with his brows deepening, "I've seen that before."

"So have I," says Yoongi.

"What is this? A warning?" Seokjin chuckles ruefully. "He could have easily eliminated her if he so wishes."

"But the man knows that putting his mark on something that is ours makes it even more infuriating."

You shudder at Jungkook's words while Jimin sits there, thinking as his eyes does not fall away from the mark on your wrist, before he hears your whimper and the way your head buries further into his chest.

"We committed a grave sin not coming to your rescue when you needed it most. You were terrified, weren't you?" You whimper to let him know of your answer, not that he needed it to confirm your fears. Anyone would be frightened if they were up against someone much powerful than they are. "It will not happen again," Jimin declares firmly. "We'll take care of him."

You clutch onto his shirt as if too afraid he'd be gone before you know it and you don't want that more than anything. "Don't leave me," you beg, "please."

He sighs again but plants a gentle kiss to your head in a silent vow that it would never happen before looking up to meet the other's gaze again.

"Decide now," Namjoon commands. "Who's going and who's staying. We need a few of us to remain protecting the castle."

"There's no way in hell I'm staying here," Hoseok says as he jumps off the sofa. "I'm gonna shred him to pieces."

"I'm going too," Yoongi declares

"So am I," Jungkook follows.

Hoseok is already off without a second thought while Namjoon turns to you with a hard expression as he crouches before you. He takes his hand to gentle run along your hair for a brief moment. "We'll be right back," he whispers carefully.

You turn to him from hiding against Jimin and the tears that flows from your eyes make his heart tighten with anger knowing he wasn't able to keep you from such an event. "Please be careful," you tell him.

"Worry about yourself," he orders, "though you have Jimin, Seokjin, and Taehyung to take care of you." He presses two kisses to your eyes before standing tall again. "The man who did this to you will not be seeing the light of the day ever again."

Yoongi: 

Most nights Yoongi would be out working late, doing God knows what to try and keep his life undisturbed. He had instilled a lot of trust in you. After all, you had never done anything to make him question your loyalty.  That is until he came home one night and saw you slipping your shoes on with a small bag next to you. He flicked the light on and had to reel in the disappointment he was feeling. 

“Going for a midnight stroll?” “I can’t believe I trusted you.” 

Hoseok: 

Hoseok was oblivious to many things but your feelings weren’t one of them. He had noticed how distance you were getting after discovering his little secret but he didn’t know how to approach the situation. Part of him had hoped that the tension would just magically disappear and that he wouldn’t have to confront you. This proved to be impossible when he came home to an empty apartment. He had tracked you down in an instant, and he found you getting ready to hop on the next train out of Seoul. 

“Let’s get one thing straight, you can’t leave me. Especially not with everything you know.” 

Namjoon: 

Namjoon was a patient and intelligent man. So when he heard that you tried to leave his expansive estate he was not surprised and was willing to let you have your fun. He knew he would be able to live a few days without you. But those few days seemed so much longer and he was seething with rage when as he waited for you in your shitty motel room. When you finally opened the ugly door he was the first to speak. He wouldn’t even be able to look at you. 

“Did you really think that I would let you leave so easily?” “What happened to us against the world?” 

Jimin: 

Typically, demons aren’t emotional and some lack emotions altogether. Jimin, on the other hand, was capable of feeling things like love and anger, both of which he was able to deal with. But betrayal was an emotion that he could never quite rein in.  He would let sadness envelop him and take control of how he reacted to different things. So when you didn’t greet him at the door, confusion set in first. Then upon discovering an empty house, all trust he had in you was gone. 

He found you fairly quickly. You were at a friend’s house, a friend he didn’t know. 

“What did I do? I can’t help that I am this way!” 

Taehyung: 

Tae was not amused, to say the least, but he knew that if he forced you to come back home he would never get you back on his side. He wanted you to come back on your own terms. Although, when you finally came back he was quite vocal about his disappointment and anger. 

“I understand that I am different, but did you have to go behind my back and leave?” “Why should I allow you to come back? Perhaps I should be the monster you make me out to be. Maybe I should end you, once and for all.”

Jungkook: 

When Jungkook caught you packing your things he couldn’t control himself. Anger coursed through him. For him, this was almost unforgiveable, almost. So when you returned a few days later, tears running down your face, he found it impossible to turn you away. He knew that he should, after all, you were human. He would only bring chaos and destruction to your life. Demons were no good and he knew it. But with you, he felt human again. 

“Please, don’t go again. I don’t think I could handle it.”