#jugnkook

“Hello sweetheart. I hope you had a good day because it’s only going to get better from here. I have a surprise for you~.” The demon is standing in the doorway now, large body taking up the space as he gazes down at you with his blacked-out eyes. He looks even more… demonic than usual. To add on to the horns and dark eyes, there’s markings all over his body now, not just his usually tattoos… almost as if ink is running through his veins. Scoffing a bit, you place your hand on his yummy stomach to push him out of the way.

“I hope you realize how creepy you are. I’d ask how you knew I was about to knock but I don’t even want to know.” Pushing past him into the apartment, you pause almost as soon as you step in. The lights are all dimed, mostly because the only light that actually shines through are red candles that sit on opposing corners of a symbol to summon… something… in the middle of your living room. Nope. This is not fucking happening right now. You’ve had a long day of stressing out about what you’re going to do, and this unquestionably isn’t going to help. Placing your head into your hands, you rub at your eyes tiredly before looking to the celling.

“What the fuck? Are you having some weird demonic cult meeting in my house because that’s not going to fly man. One spooky man lingering around the area is enough for me.” Wandering further in, you drop your backpack onto the lovely pink couch, staring at disbelief as you spot the kitchen, footsteps pattering behind you as he follows. Demon man made brownies, so fresh that they’re still steaming. Probably to butter you up for whatever the fuck he wants. Something tells you that he won’t leave you alone about this until it happens, so…

“Here, I’ll crack a deal with you since my soul is off the table. Tell me your name and I’ll do whatever you want with this ritual… Oh and grab me a brownie.” If you can get his name, maybe you can do some research on him. There’s got to be something in the billions of books in the library about him. Here’s to hoping that whatever the hell else you’re about to welcome into your home is nicer and not as sinister. Gliding over to the kitchen, he grabs one of the sweets and glides back to your spot, plopping the brownie in your hand. You wait expectantly for him to explain while he stares at you, arms crossed with a salacious leer on his face as you nibble at the brownie.

“It’s Jungkook. And yours is _____. Good talk. Now, come here sweetheart.” You step closer to where he’s standing in the middle of your living room, looking all too cocky about everything that’s going on. You’re not surprised that he knows your name though, he’s a demon after all. He has his ways. Grabbing your hand, he sits you both down around the summoning circle, flames flickering as the breeze picks up outside and drifts into the house. Miserably, you sit the brownie down on your thigh, sad to let it go so soon.

“So, what do I have to do, Jungkook? I don’t have to sacrifice a goat or anything do I because that’s a no from me dawg.” He plays with your hand a bit, looking at each individual finger before he sits it against his thigh… his warm, meaty thigh. Before you even have time to react, he places the nail of his pointer finger against your hand and holds it there, the sharp tip already pressing into the delicate skin. You startle, ready to rip your had away, before he speaks up quietly. He looks serious, long hair hanging in his eyes as the flames dance across them smoothly.

“Calm down. I’m not going to actually hurt you… too badly; I Just need human blood to make the ritual work properly. Using demonic blood won’t work properly.” Nodding leisurely, you try not to gasp as his nail slips into your skin shallowly. He holds it out over the bowl in the middle of the circle, allowing for a decent amount to drip into it before drawing back. The worst, or you suppose best, part about it is that he brings your hand to his mouth, licking at the blood in one fell swoop. The confirmation you needed is finally there, Jungkook’s tongue stretched far beyond normal as your blood mingles with his saliva. You gawk at him in disbelief, ready to start yelling about what a little perv he is before you realize that your hand isn’t bleeding anymore. The cut is completely closed, not even a scar left in its wake.

“Don’t be so stunned. Believe it or not, my spit does indeed have some healing properties if I want it to... I wouldn’t want my little human to be in any peril for too long. On top of that, you taste amazing, Sweet Blood.” Jungkook licks at his lips, long tongue flowing across the lip ring that’s pierced through his lip before slipping back into his mouth just as quickly. You continue to stare, holding your hand close to yourself before scooting over a little, trying not to let the alarm show on your face. He always manages to out-creep himself. Every. Damn. Time. The fact that he’s grinning at you with blood on the corners of his lips isn’t helping at all.

“O-kayyy then. Let’s get on with this before you actually try to eat me whole, please.” His grin turns into a sly smirk quickly, sharp teeth glinting in the light. The demon leans in closer, hot breath whisking across you face. You try your hardest to not pay attention to how good he smells; having thought initially he’d smell like burning bodies or rotting flesh. You’re kind of mad that he doesn’t, if he gets any more attractive, well…

“Oh, I’ll eat you if you want me to sweetheart. Your heart, your soul, your pussy. You name it, I’ll do it.  Now, remember the chant you used to summon me? Do the same exact thing again. Everything will come into place then, and we can have some fun.” Mouth hanging wide open, you feel heat come to you face at his remarks because what in the ever-living hell is he talking about. Choosing to ignore it, like you have with most of the shit that comes out of his mouth, you start to chant out the Latin.

Just like it did with Jungkook, the wind picks up a bit, the flames of the candles starting to burn brighter. You keep your eyes wide open this time, wanting to see firsthand what exactly happens as whatever you’re summing pops in. The lights flicker out, smoking filling the air with a poof. You can’t help but cough a bit, waving your hand in front of your face to try and see what’s, or who is, standing above you.

It’s a man. Another demon most likely, although his appearance makes him seem almost soft in a way. He looks just as demonic as Jungkook but… different overall, a different aura. While Jungkook is shrouded in darkness, this man is covered in white. White horns, white eyes, pale hands while Jungkook’s are blackened. He stands tall above you, gaze trained downward, head tilted curiously as he takes in your sitting from. He cracks a few fingers decorated in long nails, head tilting back and forth before speaking up, rich voice nearly making you shiver as he lays all is attention on you.