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❝the demon's bet❞— lee heeseung.

SYNOPSIS. Since you'd found the demon in your room the unfaithful night of your catastrophe of a birthday, consisting that you discovered you were half-demon, to getting rejected. You had spent a substantial amount of time with him, gradually growing fond of the boy as he escorted you to parties as your date. While you denied your affection for him and remained oblivious that he'd taken a distinct liking to you, he'd caught himself in a predicament. He required you in order to win his bet. You were his gamble.

GENRE. demon!au, halfblood!au, friends to lovers!au fluff, angst, suggestive

PAIRING. demon!heeseung x fem!reader ft. jaemin of nct dream, yoon and sieun of stayc, yeonjun, soobin and beomgyu of txt, yeji and ryujin of itzy, karina of aespa, minghao of seventeen.

WARNING. cursing, cliché at times, heeseung is flirty, sunghoon is kinda rude, jaemins an asshole, nicknames like "princess" or "love", kissing, heated makeout scene, sexual tension, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of food.

WORD COUNT. 16.8k

TAGLIST. @jayswannabebae @cyuuupid @aizzon @only2jake @chilledbit @jwisungzen

NOTE. this took more time than expected, it was supposed to be 10k— this is somewhat a gift for my sister though I'm a few days late. I'm wondering if I should turn this into a series since I'm on break. hint: vampire!jungwon

Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

Today was like any day in summer. You got off the bed groggily, striding past the stand-alone mirror you owned, catching a glimpse of your tired self, perceiving something black attached at the back. You brushed it off, assuming your eyes were playing tricks on you from not getting adequate rest.

Disregarding it, you shuffled down the stairs, "good morning mum," you muttered a greeting, a loud yawn escaping your mouth. You brought a hand to your mouth, continuously yawning from exhaustion as your mother wished you back with a happy birthday y/n.

Right, it's your birthday, your long-awaited 19th birthday. You didn't think much of it, shrugging it off like another day over the years, except stuffing your face with a bunch of cake.

"good morning dad," you pause to look at similar raven wings peeking from your father's back. "what's that?" you examined bluntly. "oh, good morning and happy birthday, y/n," he responded as you quipped a brief thank you and lingered remaining for his answer, your foot thumping on the carpeted floor impatiently.

"dad," You called out again, watching him bake your cake, professionally slicing a thin layer from the freshly baked pastry. "hmm?" He hummed back in outmost concentration towards the cake, your cake.

"what's with the wings? It's my birthday and April fools day, not Halloween," You said, rolling your eyes, a scoff emitting from the part of your lips. Your birthday occurred on the agonizing day of perpetual stunts and antics from those around.

Another reason you took no one seriously during your birthday is being pranked every year by friends or family. Yes, it was fun for them but was it always fun for you? Not really, but you kept those thoughts to yourself, not wanting to burden others.

You thought you did a reasonably good job of keeping thoughts to yourself. You lived life regularly as the typical routine of being l,n y/n that rolled in a loop like a busted cassette tape.

You got satisfactory grades, have a good family, live in an ornate house, have good friends, and whatnot. Though you yearned for something, for anything out of the mundane but never performed upon them, enabling them to simmer down and constantly build in your heart.

Assuming you received what you desired as your father answers your query with a laugh, "right, you can see them now..." he says, the laughter dying down as you gape at him, looking blank.

"what,"

Your mom stepped in, setting her hand on your shoulder." you see, y/n, you're extraordinary," she expressed, a small smile grazing her lips as thousands of questions spewed through your head.

What do they suggest by that? You went about your whole life believing you were the most normal individual in existence, having engrained it in your subconscious for years together, yet your mom spoke the contradictory?

"yeah, sure," You sneered sarcastically. Dad had altered his focus from the cake to you before he voiced the unpredictable, "you're half-demon, y/n."

Silence followed as your jaw fell open. Whether this was some sick April fools joke or not, you didn't like it.

"say psych," you say, a wry chuckle leaving your now dry mouth, a tight-lipped smile trickling past your front, expression screaming for help. Your mom darted to her husband, communicating a knowing gaze of sympathy, speechlessness sustaining the atmosphere.

What the fuck.

Acknowledging that your dad's how you're half demon-ness, your mom is the mortal part of the sum. Not sparing them another glance, you dash up to your room. You stood tall in front of the mirror, taking in the picture of yourself with ebony wings.

Straining your back to the mirror, you twist your head back to get a better view. You possessed black wings, along the ends dipped in red. You adjusted your long black, luscious hair that you'd grown in years together, feeling that it looked plain.

You had to admit it looked cool, but that doesn't dismiss the fact that you were lied to, not by just your family, but it turns out it included your dearest friends, whom you thought you knew everything about until you didn't.

Jayoon, your best friend, appeared by your side. She took a seat on your bed, a genuine smile painted across her lips. "hi y/n, happy birthday," She spoke, handing you her gift. You smiled at her but then stared at the same raven wings you and your dad had, your smile dropping. "so you knew too," You sigh, disappointment building inside you.

The now identified demon realized you were referring to her wings, the girl slumping her head low, "please tell me this is some sick prank everyone's in on," you say, hoping it was a twisted prank.

The girl gapes, thinking of what to convey to make you feel better by even the slightest, "i would've told you, but there are reasons no one could tell you," she pauses, pitying your disheveled form.

"but hey, you have cool wings with red ends!" she expressed cheerfully, concluding the sentence that admired your jet black wings.

"thanks, but that's the merely good thing," you convey, gaze turning frigid, "imagine being lied to by your friends and family for 19 years straight," you retort, annoyed. You head out of your room with a hoodie thrown over you, leaving yoon to herself in the confines of the four walls.

Your parents turn to you as you head down the stairs, noting the sullen expression written all over your face, deciding not to mention anything, allowing you to be. You were relieved for that, stepping out the front door.

Where were you going? To do something you never thought you'd be doing.

You checked yourself out in the mirror, a smirk spreading past the expanse of your lips, a hand ruffling through your newly styled hair. You appear satisfied with getting rid of the old, long dusky hair you had, instead opting for shoulder-length hair with freshly dyed ruby tips.

It complemented your raven wings though no one except you or your kind could identify it. You loved how it looked, promptly paying for the cut, stuffing your hands in the pockets of the navy blue hoodie you threw over yourself earlier.

A sigh left your lips as you rang the doorbell to your house's front door. You sucked in an amount of breath through your teeth, marveling how everyone would react to your hair. Especially your mother, you knew she adored your long silky hair, unable to envision her reaction to the short bob you decked with crimson flares.

The door opened, revealing the friend you walked out on previously, "where were you— your hair..." she drawled out, staring at you. You tried your best to act nonchalant as yoon stood there with her jaws wide open. You strode past her and inside the door. "i love your new haircut so much!" she exclaimed, following you inside.

"i was out acting on impulse, and I know it looks good," you express, trying hard to suppress the smile threatening to bloom on your lips at the favorable reaction.

Whipping yourself around, you watch your mother, with no particular expression painted on her face as she walks up to you. Her eyes saddened, though she considered her best to muster a smile, "it looks good," she forced out.

Your father partially denounces himself for informing you so late, observing the scene unfold. He puffs out a sough, continuing to ice your cake, giving it that finishing touch.

Hours after celebrating your birthday with your family and Yoon's family, the two being close since you both were in diapers. It struck 11 pm as you think back to today morning, ruffling the feathers on your wings, wondering how you even came into existence.

Mesmerized by your wings, you wondered if you had demon powers, subsequently extending your arm and aiming at the vase on your table, trying to activate your so-called power, laughing at yourself for attempting.

Your phone chimed, lighting up the screen. You picked it up to see it was a text from 'jaem<3,' you smiled at the contact name, clicking on the drop-down to reveal his message. It read, "meet me in 10?"

You pondered whether you should sneak out, texting him back with a "sure."

jaem<3 meet me in 10?

you sure.

You threw on the hoodie he had left behind, hoping he would recognize it and possibly realize your feelings for him.

You quietly hopped out the window, climbing down the house, trying not to make noise to go undetected. Successfully doing so, landing to the ground, sprinting off to the accustomed place you'd meet up with him.

You took notice of all the grotesque creatures around you, some of them staring at you intently, watching the gooey and disgusting things eat on the dead remains. It must come with being half-demon, I guess.

Shrugging them off, hurrying off quickly, and were thankful when you spotted him and his friends.

Just great.

Internally groaning, knowing he was chaotic with his friends, the Dreamies, as they proclaimed themselves. Approaching them rather slowly, you wave at jaemin, who reciprocates your movements, his smile gradually dropping.

You greet the others before turning to the one who beckoned you here. You found the boy staring at your back intensely, his face contorting in horror, the others remaining deadly silent.

"you're a demon." jaemin voices out his thoughts, looking at you coldly. "what," you ask, confused, thinking humans couldn't see the wings?

He facepalms, "i can see your wings y/n, at least conceal them from other supernaturals," he expresses, distressed.

"but why can you see them-" you inquire, undoubtedly lost. Jaemin sighs in distaste, "i despise your kind. I'm an angel," he says, displaying his wings at the snap of his fingers, his white feathers contrasting your raven ones.

"how did you..." you ask, your doe eyes widening. The boy flings his head back in irritation, then craning it to the side, "you must be the infamous half-human, half-demon," he speaks with venom dripping off his tongue, no longer the sweet boy you used to know.

"welcome to the supernatural side of things, y/n," he declares, spreading his arms wide open to refer to the surroundings, his face lit in a grim smile, which soon contorted into nothing as he continued, "and goodbye."

He walked away with his pale wings following as he dispersed them in a second. Alongside his friend's whom you also supposed were angels, followed him. He then turned back, "oh right, happy birthday, I guess," he uttered with a sarcastic laugh leaving his mouth.

You watched as his figure slowly disappeared, tears pricking your glassy orbs, "what a bastard," you spoke bitterly, ripping the hoodie off of you, hurling it to the ground, the tears streaming down.

You dropped to your knees, sobbing to yourself sadly. What a way to end your birthday, seeing as the time ticked to 11:20 pm, wishing you had never snuck out, hoping you were never half-demon.

Was it an impractical idea? Probably, but you didn't give two shits about it. You needed a distraction, seizing the bottle by its neck, attaching it to your mouth, and downing the alcoholic liquid whole to the ultimate drop.

"cheers to me," you said to no one, your head drooping to the table where you positioned your sullen self. You were legal by this day, so you thought it would only be fitting to consume away what happened before, from today morning till now, hoping it was an eluded dream.

"happy birthday to me," you drank the remaining liquid, feeling the burn spread through your chest. It tasted bitter, but you enjoyed it, fancied the burn, comprehending why people would declare it a pleasantest distraction.

You dragged yourself off the chair, out of place, and stepped in the direction of your house in the harsh weather because you abandoned the hoodie as Na fucking Jaemin abandoned you for your difference. No, you weren't going to think of him, don't.

You smacked yourself for being scarcely reminded of him, right after he's the one that drove you to this condition, yet you dared to think of him?! Never again.

The night was frigid, causing you to shiver, bearing the eyes of the supernaturals around you, scrutinizing your every step. You were frightened, walking more briskly, hoping you'd be back quicker. The likes of you secluded at midnight didn't sound secure.

Soon your steps turned into running, almost tripping and falling face-first to the ground a handful of times because you were tipsy, though you managed not to.

Minutes after your desperate attempt to get home, you arrive in front of the house. You panted heavily, feeling dizzy and sweaty. You climb back up your home despite being more difficult this time around, as you weren't sober.

You somehow managed to get yourself up to your room's window, holding onto dear life at the sill. You hauled yourself up while intoxicated was something, feeling like a workout.

Setting one foot to get the entirety of you up and at the window, you heaved tirelessly, handling your body onto the sill. You tried pushing the window open to enter inside, but it wouldn't budge.

Now, was your window stuck because of the harsh wind blowing? Maybe. Were you stuck outside your room in the cold by your window? Absolutely.

The day just got worse again. You're outside your window at 11:50 pm because the window won't open up. You scarcely hoped someone would magically unlock the window, though that involved you getting caught for sneaking out. And someone did.

A bright crimson-colored portal materialized in the middle of your room, firey flames surrounding the oval-shaped contraption, a towering, slender man with his black wings spread, walking through and into your room.

In the present circumstances, you didn't know if you were intoxicated, to the point you hallucinated this handsome boy inside your room while you stood out in the cold, drooling over this unknown person who broke into your room.

The unknown boy looked around your disordered room, searching for its owner, who was woefully past the window, crouching amidst the chilly night. You knocked on the window in an attempt to gain his attention.

It worked as he turned towards the source of noise, apprehending your stuck figure beyond the confines of the room. He questioned whether you were a burglar, but he quickly dismissed those thoughts, examining your drowsy expression.

You lightly smacked the window, though your light smack caused you to fly into your room, landing face-first onto the carpet floors, right in front of the unknown man's feet. You groaned in pain, mentally feeling embarrassed.

You got yourself up, massaging your nose from the pain. The lengthy ordeal emitted a hearty laugh falling from the part of his lips, "you humans are quite entertaining," he lets out in between his fits of laughter.

His laughter was then cut short by the footsteps of someone approaching your room, sending you into a frenzy. You shoved the taller man, whom you still had no idea about, into your wardrobe, a finger reaching up to your lips, signaling him to keep quiet.

You turned to the door, which cracked open to reveal your mother, looking sleepy, "what happened? I heard a loud thud from below," she questioned, as you mustered your best to act normal, "oh, I just misstepped, mom," you lied through your teeth, putting on a commercial smile.

Your mother didn't inquire further, muttering something to be more careful and a goodnight, which you returned. You ushered her out hurriedly, shutting the door instantly. You then rushed over to the wardrobe, where you had shoved the poor unsuspecting man in.

You saw him skimming through your entire wardrobe, holding those funny big nose beard glasses you were gifted last year. "now, what do we have here," he said, slipping the glasses on himself, causing you to snicker, though you were quiet.

He sat in your wardrobe, snuggled in your pair of clothes, feeling at home from the warmness. Though, the boy emitted more warmth himself. "are you going to stay there forever?" you deadpanned.

"oh right," he murmurs as he gets out of the wardrobe as you make your way to your bed, legs aching from all the excessive exercise you went through today, sitting down.

You pat beside you, asking him to sit next to you. If you were completely sober, you would've never asked him to sit next to you, let alone let him be in the same room as you.

"why are you here," you ask, thinking straight for once, turning to him, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. "oh, I just wanted to see the scandalous half-blood myself," he replies. "i have quite the reputation without myself knowing for 19 years," you state, laughing sorrowly.

Your head falls on his arm, compelling him to flinch as he realizes you're drunk, "you decide to get drunk on the day you finally can," he mutters, enough for you to hear.

"would you mind giving me the map," you start knowingly. A smirk treaded past your soft lips that the demon opposite you couldn't help but unknowingly stare. "what map?" the boy quires, disoriented.

"oh, the map to your heart, demon boy," you state, laughing a bit too hard as you fell onto him, being drunk and unable to steady yourself, "oh wow, you smell nice too—" you utter, taking in his scent. He was glad you couldn't catch the flush on his cheeks as you tripped into his chest.

"you know I'm a demon?" he inquires, noticing you could comprehend your surroundings, despite being inebriated, "yes, I can see you pretty raven wings with golden tips, mystery boy," you speak. Your honesty voicing your thoughts, still in his embrace, feeling the warmth cast off him.

"they're pretty?" he questions, this being the first someone ever complimented his wings, considering he never paid attention to them. "very pretty," you communicate, as your eyes closed in comfort. He looks down at you, "yeah, pretty," he mutters, admiring your looks as you lean against his chest.

He checks his wristwatch, seeing the time tick 11:59 pm. He tightens you in his hold impulsively, giving you a proper hug, his hot breath fanning against your ear while he whispers a "happy birthday, y/n"

"y/n, wake up!"

You groan. Why did you have to wake up from the best slumber you've ever heard, snuggling into the soft and warm pillow harder, trying to go back to sleep.

Until you hear a, "you're comfortable, huh" he spoke, a smirk lifting on his lips. You jump at his voice, coming face to face with the unknown boy from last night on your bed as you use his shirtless chest as a pillow.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE—" his large hand covers your mouth, "do you want them to find out? You snuck out, got drunk, had a boy in your room at midnight, and that you slept next to him?"

You go numb at his point, "that's a good girl," he says as he removes his hand from over your mouth, coming to cup your right cheek instead, "now be a darling, and please get up and off of me," he forces while you practically throw yourself to your feet, your cheeks reddening.

"why didn't you leave last night, and why were you here in the first place, and I don't even know your name-" you say frantically, losing your mind, but then he gets up and stops you. His hands gripped your shoulders firmly, with his eyes glowing red with gold lining as he soothed, "calm down, princess,"

You obeyed, staring right into his eyes, watching the red and gold fade from his pupil's return to their original brown color. You slightly back down from the glower which was previously present on his face.

Noticing the sudden fear written over your face, he sighs, releasing his grip from your shoulders, "i'll answer your questions, don't worry." he states, thinking where to start from, "you asked me to stay, that's why I didn't leave."

He set you down on your bed, tucking you in the covers, a hand smoothing over your forehead and hair as he watched you breathe, sleeping peacefully, smiling at the sight.

He can't help but care for you, but you were his gamble. He knows he shouldn't get attached. You were in the equation because of the stupid bet. A bet he made with the boys, he didn't want to hurt you either.

As if you read his mind, you tugged on the hand he had placed on your forehead, grasping onto it, "don't go," you mumbled, half-asleep, "don't lie to me like the others," you say with a hardening look. He blanks at what to do before succumbing to your wishes, laying beside and taking you in his embrace.

He really shouldn't be doing this.

He explained in one breath while you stared at him, wondering why he cares for you, deciding not to question it. "plus, you looked fast asleep on my chest," he jokes, snickering.

"i was here because I did want to see the infamous, l/n y/n, being the daughter of a mortal and demon, that was the right hand to lucifer," he said, telling you things you didn't know as your jaw fell. "right hand to lucifer?!" you exclaimed in shock, the boy realizing he said something you didn't know.

"also, put on your shirt, stop flexing," you voice, turning to the side to look away from his toned abdomen belonging to the man who stood opposite off. "aww, is princess shy," he teasingly says.

"it's fine, darling. Take a good look," he declares while standing still, shirtless. You conjure your courage, taking a step to him, hand now pressed on his chest, as your arm nestled behind his neck.

"you were saying?" you speak as your eyes never leave him, "two can play that game, princess," he retorts as he pulls you closer by your waist, your entire body against him.

"quite the daring one, you are," he conveys as a smirk finds its way to his lips. "now what if I," you drag, inching closer, painfully slow, towards his lips, stopping when you were centimeters apart.

"y/n!" your mother shouts from outside your door, eyes widening, shoving him into the tiny space between your bed and the wall, eliciting a groan from the boy.

Your mother barges through your door, "what are you doing?! Come eat breakfast." You ease your mom out the door that you'd be down as soon as you freshen up.

Shutting the door behind you, you grab the shirt the boy wore earlier that night, extending an arm to help him up, merely for him to reject the offer. "at least let me know when you're going to shove me in tiny places," he sneers.

He hastily snatched the shirt from you, slipping it on, flexing abdominal muscles. You were staring, you admit, quickly looking away before he could catch you in the act.

He summons the portal once more, giving you one last look, then walking through it. "the name's, heeseung," he adds boastfully, disappearing into the doorway.

->⌚<-

You wince at the recollection of your previous actions, whacking yourself for even asking such a question. It wasn't your business, and why did you care? you don't know much yourself—

You couldn't help but stop the boy, grabbing him by the arm and halting him from going further into the portal. He whipped his head to you, looking questioningly at you.

"yes, princess?" he queries, your hand still clasped 'round his arm, "when," you pause, debating whether you should be asking him this. He hums, letting you know he's listening, "when can I see again," you squeak as fast as possible, eyes meeting the floor, getting embarrassed at the 'question,'

You peek at him, only to see a beautiful smile adorning his lips, the corners of his eyes wrinkling from the smile, nose scrunching up. He was laughing, what, a sight, despite being a demon, he smiled like an angel.

"you can see me when you think of me again, princess," he says, stifling his laughter, then smiling sweetly, "i should get going," he curtly speaks, your grip on his arm releasing naturally.

You shy a smile on your face, his hand patting your head and officially stepping into the unknown side. Your smile dropped as he disappeared. You don't know him, nor should you care.

That was what you told yourself, but the more you seemed to think of him, going as far as venting about the formerly mentioned to your best friends and yoon(after she apologized for lying, that is.)

"so you slept with him?" yoon points out bluntly. Yeonjun, another demon, sat beside you in a mass group of friends who snickered at Yoon's comment.

"i didn't sleep with him— i slept beside him!" you exclaimed, defending yourself, everyone laughing their hearts out, "you still used his bare chest as your pillow, y/n," sieun sounds from the other corner of the room.

You look at her with a defeated expression, unable to evade the situation, "so, what now, you romance the hell out of a demon?" beomgyu comments playfully, the others bursting into yet another fit of laughter, this being the nth time since you gave them a rundown of events.

You hadn't told them the demon's name because maybe one of them knew him and could tell him everything you were saying and feeling. You trusted your friends, but sometimes, they were a bit too impatient with the whole waiting process.

"you could ask him to be your date to the supernaturals party," yeji suggests, being one of the helpful ones. Your entire group of friends was demons or mere mortals, making you feel at ease not having to lie to them about being a half-blood.

"but I can't contact him," you retort with a sad sigh before yoon reminds you how you could summon him, though you couldn't fathom the idea.

The others practically forced you to beckon his presence right now, though it'd just been a day since you last saw him. You tried to gather your thoughts amidst the forced silence, everyone watching you summon the demon.

You tried your best to fail at calling his presence as the group decided they would leave after you summoned the boy, whom you wished didn't show up.

You sat still, with your eyes closed, conjuring his company. You peeled your pupils open after a minute, sighing fakely, "see, it didn't work," you stop while faking your sadness.

"now leave," you finish, ushering each of your friends out the front door and making your way back to your room. You stand in the middle of the mess they had created, overstaying their welcome.

"so much for, 'you can see me when you think of me again, princess," you mock, ending with a scoff. "oh princess, I'm right here," you feel a whisper next to you while you yelp and spin around in defense with your arms in an X and one leg raised to kick.

"what are you—" you get cut off, realizing he hopped out of your wardrobe, "what were you doing in my wardrobe," you ponder, staring blankly at him.

"you summoned me," he starts, causing a smile to lift on your lips at the success, "in your wardrobe." Just like that, your smile dropped, "i did?"

"yeah, you should be more specific as to where, darling,"

You shove the butterflies erupting in your stomach to your side, "you called?" he utters in the stillness as you open your mouth to reply, "oh, are you free this Saturday?" you inquire, not wanting to bother him if he were busy.

"yeah, I am," he replies to your avail, you proceeding to ask him to the event, "would you like to accompany me to an event?" you say, hoping he'd agree, though you didn't know why you wanted him to agree so bad.

"under one condition," he begins, fulfilling the bet between him and the boys, determined to win. Your ears perk up, eager to hear his condition, "which is," you ask expectantly.

He leans closer to you, the wall almost at your back, allowing you to examine his attractive facial features. "strike a deal with me, sweetheart," he says slyly, a smug smile carrying forth as he officially pins you up against the wall, his breath tickling the nape of your neck.

The demon boy towered over you, watching as your cheeks flushed bright red, the way you failed to maintain eye contact with him, almost snickering at how easy it was to get your flustered, cute.

He stared down at you, appreciating how stunning you looked at that moment, feeling tranced by you. You liquefied underneath his gaze, his orbs flashing an intense, deep red, which you admired in pure fascination.

Your heart pounded precipitously in your ribcage, especially the mortal part of your soul, whether it was a thing. "sure," you spew hurriedly, peeling the boy away from you.

You stood to the side breathing harshly, feeling breathless because of heeseung. "then yes, I'll join you at your party and think of what you want as part of your deal," he quips, smiling sheepishly.

"my part of the deal? How does that benefit you, heeseung?" you doubt, eyeing him suspiciously, unable to blindly trust him, could you? He was someone you met once.

"a smart one, you are," he says, smiling down at his palms, the same sweeping his hair slickly, looking effortlessly stunning, "most don't care how it benefits me. They accept my deal mindlessly, y/n,"

"but this benefits me because I make deals as a demon," he lets out, and immediately his soft expression drops, hardening into a sober one.

"now, if you excuse me, I have some business to tend to," he curtly speaks, stepping to you and patting your head for no particular reason, "bye y/n, see you later if you wish to summon me," he adds, chortling, walking through his demon portal.

->⌚<-

You lay on your mattress, bored out of your mind. It was a Thursday, and you required something to do or an individual to pester since either of two would cure your short-term boredom.

And you have just the person in your mind, heeseung. So you summon him yet again, this time in the middle of your room. He appears wordless with a controller in hand, moving the joysticks feverishly.

"i was in the middle of something—" he conveys, placing the controller on your table, a sigh escaping his lips, "you called?" he says, arching an eyebrow.

"heeseung," you begin seriously, catching him by surprise, "i'm bored." He deadpans at your words, sighing, a hand swiping over his face from disbelief. "ok, let's see," he starts, then thinking of the things the two of you could do.

He asks you if you've tried using your demon powers before, which you shake your head, indicating you haven't. He chuckles and tells you to stand up.

"do you know how to extend your wings?" He asks, glancing over to your bewildered state, "nope, never," he snorts in response.

"concentrate on your back where your wings branch from, think of squeezing them tight together, and they'll do the same and think if letting them extremely free and they'll expand," he communicates, depicting each word, making sure you comprehended it.

"want to try and fly?" He inquires, pushing you to nod your head impatiently, like a lost puppy. He guides you on what to do, making you understand him.

You soon rose in the air with the help of your wings, flapping them to keep yourself up in the air, enjoying the feeling. The demon stood beside you with arms extended to you in caution.

"ok, now how do I stop," you ask, pupils darting to the boy on the ground, who questioningly stares at you, "when you want to stop, just stop," he voices, pointing out the obvious.

"no, I can't stop. I think I'll tumble to the floor instead," you retort, though you were about 20 centimeters away from your carpeted grounds in the room.

"fine, I'll let you down," he says with a big smile playing on his lips, his arms wrapping around your sides, gripping onto you firmly, "you can stop now," heeseung states as you follow along.

He places you on the floor, his arms remaining at your midriff, "you didn't go tumbling to the floor, " he teases, your arms locating their way to encase around him. Comfortable silence followed, both in each other's hold.

"you have beautiful wings, especially the red tips," the demon mumbles in the silence as you mutter a thank you. Then your curiosity peaks, causing you to ask, "why are the tips all in different hues? Do they represent something?"

You were the inquisitive kitten he thought you ought to be. "yeah, they represent status," he voices, thinking of something, staring into the air, "so humanity isn't the only ones crazy about putting each other on a pedestal, huh," you think out loud, making the demon chuckle.

"the hues represent status, gold being the highest, red following as second, with purple at the third rank and green at the last rank," he speaks, perceiving his wings while touching the golden tips.

"wait, so you're the highest rank?" you ask, wondering if you were being nosy by asking this. You glance over while the demon's pupils dive into a darker shade, "hm, yes, but I had to work for it. Nothing is free," he answers, a wry look casting over.

Maybe you shouldn't have asked.

"have you thought of a deal yet?" heeseung queries you, changing the topic. "no, I don't have anything in mind," you halt. Perhaps you did have something in your mind, though you brush it off. It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and not to waste it on an individual so lousy.

"so you do have something in mind," he says sneakily, his eyes fading from red, returning to the original hazel-like color, a small smile playing on his soft lips. "did you just invade my head—" You question, offended at the invasion in your thoughts.

Your mind was a dangerous domain, where he could encounter lots of things you wouldn't want him to, opinions like, 'oh heeseung looks fine today—' There, you merely did it again.

"thanks for the compliment, mortal," he retorts with a smirk creeping on his face sheepishly.

"you did not," you clamor, riled up by the boy, springing to your feet, reaching for him as he ran around your room. You chased him around with no signs of stopping or losing. The two weren't an option.

That was until he halted as you ran right into him, smacking your head on his shoulder. You stood clasping your head in momentary pain, completely forgetting that you leaned against the very demon you chased around seconds ago.

Seeking his chance at some playful revenge, he picked you by the waist, tickling you endlessly. You, suspended in the air with the boy's hands tickling your sides, causing you to burst into a fit of forced laughter at the fondling.

The tickling stops when another portal heeseung usual enters and exits through shows up, revealing another boy who was equally good looking.

"so this is what you're doing," the unknown boy says, voicing his dissatisfaction while heeseung lets you down, turning towards the boy, expression blank.

"if you had something to tell me, you could've called me, you know," heeseung deadpans, "I wanted to know where you've been disappearing," the mysterious boy halts, sparing one glance over to you.

"only to find you, messing around with the mere half-demon, whom we asked you to make a—" the unknown was interrupted by the raven-haired boy, "sunghoon," he warned, a slight growl escaping his mouth, eyes shining crimson.

Heeseung glances over at you, seeing you remained unfazed by the other boy named sunghoon, "i'll see you later," he says, bidding you goodbye, then wordlessly walking over to sunghoon.

The two then depart through another portal, leaving you feeling perplexed. What was sunghoon talking about? you ponder, flopping onto your mattress, feeling down.

He sighed, sitting on the chair in his room, thoughts of earlier popping in his head. After he left your room with sunghoon, making it to their dorm assigned to them in hell, he lashed out at the boy.

Hand gripping his shoulder aggressively as he harshly pushed the boy backward, plunging him to the floor. Yet through all this, sunghoon wore a lopsided smirk, "doesn't she have you wrapped around her finger. You're fighting me, your brother,"

That provoked him to lose his temper, smashing his balled fist into his jaw, eliciting a groan from the blond boy. "do you even know what you're doing right now, fighting me for sole half-blood? pathetic."

"don't call her that. she has a name," heeseung seethes through his clenched teeth, slightly lisping his pronunciation. The fistfight ended when jay found the two tacklings each other on the floor of their living room.

Jay pushed two off of one another, sighing. He scolded them for fighting. When he asked why the two fought, sunghoon ran his mouth about his beliefs that heeseung was fooling around with the very half-blood they dared him to make a deal.

"he's been fooling around with that half-blood," sunghoon said nonchalantly, glaring at heeseung, "she has a name," he retorts, trying to keep his composure.

"fine, he's jesting around with y/n," he repeats, making the black-haired stare in utter disbelief, holding the urge to plunge at him. "is it true that you've been hanging out with the half-blood?" Jay asks, directing it to heeseung.

"yes, to gain her trust, then appeal a deal with her," he calmly replies to jay, shutting his eyes after finishing his sentence.

"if that's all, can I leave?" heeseung asks impatiently, irritation adorning his face. Jay nodded, driving him to turn in his heels, striding towards his given room in the dorm he shared with the others.

Sunghoon clasped onto his hand, preventing him from doing so, "what now," heeseung questions, his tone turning intenser than anticipated. "it's not that I want to fight you. I'm just telling you that you're falling for her without knowing," the blond says, eyes darting about, brooding on how to continue.

"you know the punishment that comes with falling for a mortal," he finishes, letting go of his hand, walking away without another word before a voice emits, "who's falling for a mortal?"

Everyone halts at their motions, panning around to the origin of said voice while their eyes wide, jaws hung open. "lucifer?" jay queries, bewildered as to what he was doing here, at their dorm.

"yes, 'tis I, lucifer," the mighty devil expresses as if he jumped out of ancient times. "no need to be extra," sunghoon mutters, the others left to think that he fears nothing.

"let me have my moment, you party-pooper," lucifer spoke, feigning hurt in his tone while the demons in the hall cringed at his words, "father, it's not 2015 anymore. Get with the recent trends," they all utter in unison.

He was their father, having created them and bringing them to life to serve him and his rule. "whatever," mutters lucifer, eyes lighting in the realization that he hadn't found out who was falling for a mere mortal.

"right, now who here is in love with a human?" the almightly devil inquires, staring at the three present. "no one, I was just entertaining a client, yet someone found it far too much," heeseung sassily quips, glowering sunghoon's way.

Lucifer analyzed the scene of the raven-haired boy scowling at the other, "oh, you have a new client? who?" the ruler asks, perking up his ears in curiosity.

The boy in question could only sough before answering, "my new client is y/n," he finishes saying, knowing the inevitable was coming next.

"the l/n y/n, Jiheon's daughter?" the demon clarifies, earning a yes from the three. "So he's off probation," he says, face then contorting in glee, "i can call him over then," he declares, then strolling off, bidding goodbye, overjoyed to beckon his dear demon friend.

Now that the boy thought about it, the whole ordeal was way too funny for him, laughing at the recollection, curing his brief sorrow. Though, you remained riddled with the burdening sentiment, much unlike him.

Before you knew it, it was Saturday. The day you'd meet heeseung and go to the party as your date. You squealed at the thought. Maybe, you had taken a particular liking to the demon boy because, look at him, who wouldn't? The demon boy acts and looks like a literal angel.

Speak of the devil, word-for-word, as the said boy strode through his open portal while you smoothed out the dress you chose to wear.

The dress held a red pigment, covered with a thin black mesh-like material lined over, ending at your knees. You paired it with a black cropped graphic t-shirt over it, completing the outfit with black boots, hanging red earrings, and not much makeup. Your theme was red and black. (Outfit can be of your choice, as well.)

It was austere, but you looked gorgeous to yourself and the boy that stood behind you, lips parted as he examined you. Then pulled a smile, "someone dressed up," he paused to glance at you again mid-sentence, "but you look lovely y/n, from the red tips in your hair and wings to your outfit, everything."

You flushed at his words, feeling things you presumable shouldn't. Your eyes rake over his outfit, noting that the two of you were unintentionally color-coordinated, provoking a chuckle from you.

He styled a silk red button-up shirt that hugged him in all the right places, black jeans, a gold plated wristwatch, and dress shoes. Nothing extensive, yet the demon looked too captivating, to the point you ogled at him before snapping to your sense.

"ok, so, do I put it simply or try to be well with words?" you inquire, orbs darting to his face, glad he hadn't read your mind this time. He giggles, pushing his lips to form words, "put it simply, princess, we don't have all day, do we?"

You compose yourself, relaxing to an extent, "to put it simply, you look hot," you mused, immediately shying away, unable to maintain the composure you held moments ago, making the boy burst out laughing.

You join him, soon clutching onto your stomach as you two chortled in the evening of 6 pm, the time inching closer towards when you had to present at the invite.

Small talk carried the air till the time ticked 7 pm, when your friend yoon ringed you up, implying you to hurry because she couldn't wait to witness you and your handsome demon friend, or like she stated, boyfriend.

"shall we go, heeseung?" you ask, glimpsing at the boy you fiddled with his ring his finger wore, "oh? yeah, sure," he stated with his eyes doe and round, just like Bambi, adorable.

The boy was round-eyed because of you. The way his name rolled off your tongue like it was meant to, his stomach backflipping in response, he knew something was up with him, internally facepalming at his condition.

He whips open a portal, jesting you to go inside, but you take his hand in yours, "no, let's go together," you convey, gripping onto his hand. "if you insist," heeseung replies, stepping into the portal, hand-in-hand with you.

You arrived at the venue another step away, surprised at how fast the commute was. "that was fast," you express your thoughts, making the boy chuckle.

The walk inside the venue was quiet as you looked at the place, spotting your friends. You stride to your group of friends, tugging heeseung with you.

Your friends are more than surprised to see the raven-haired boy, "would you look at that, y/n has a date," sieun comments, while beomgyu wipes his invisible tears, "she grew up so fast," he spoke, feigning sadness.

Yeonjun approaches you, asking if you could speak to him for a second, and he means you alone. You agree, letting your demon date know that you'd be back.

He pulls you to the corner of the already bustling hall, filled with supernaturals, though a few humans showed up. "what's up," you query nonchalantly.

"what's up? y/n you can't be serious, you just strode in with the lee heeseung, yet you ask me that?" yeonjun spoke, face consorting in incredulity, handing you a cigar that you mindlessly accepted, paying more attention to what he said next.

"are you sure he isn't messing around with you or anything,"

"no, of course not. why do you say," you answer, sounding ruder than you expected, "do you even know who that man is?" he says, while you pull a blank.

He scoffs, "he's not someone you should be with, y/n. he's lucifer's number one cr—" Yeonjun was interrupted by heeseung, a hand pushing him back slightly, making him lose his balance.

"next time you talk shit about me, you might lose a few teeth," he warns, clasping your wrist in his and pulling you away from yeonjun.

Moments earlier, heeseung couldn't stand seeing you talking to yeonjun, knowing the demon you stood talking to, getting him riled up with rage. He wondered if it were the fact he could hear yeonjun speak about him to you or if he were plain jealous.

He hauled you to the table assorted with drinks and other refreshments and handed you one as he took one himself, sipping on it, the annoyance clear as daylight in his actions.

"what was that," you state, absolutely bewildered by his measures, your hand pocketing the roll your friend, the same boy heeseung shoved away and tugged you with him.

"don't mind anything your friend said earlier, princess," he says, clearly not wanting to speak of the subject further. You don't linger on the question any longer, taking a sip of the drink, noticing it contains alcohol.

You wince in remembrance of the previous night you got drunk. You felt the need to mention that you were a lightweight to heeseung, "i can't get drunk," the silk-shirted boy spoke.

"oh, I didn't know that," you respond, falling into a typical conversation with the boy, sometimes giggling. The others joined in, yeonjun presumably keeping his distance from you for the night.

The doors creaking open, earning your attention, stepped in the one that rejected you for your demon side, na jaemin. By his side was karina, someone you had grown to hate because of her two-sided nature. She had had numerous flings with multiple guys, jaemin falling for the sweet exterior like many others.

You told yourself that you wouldn't bother, moreover didn't care that he fell for her or anything about him. That's what you assumed, yet why were you burning inside. Were you jealous? Were you enraged because he chose her over you? You couldn't answer your question, head dropping to glance at your feet.

"i have a deal in mind," you blurt out, grasping heeseung's attention, which was on the two formerly mentioned, connecting the dots that the boy who just walked in had something to do with you. Namely, being the one that rejected you on your birthday.

"you do?" he asked in confirmation, clearing off that it wasn't an intoxicating thought. You nodded in response, much to his dismay. The demon couldn't help but wonder why he felt down at the thought you had an idea in mind.

Nonetheless, he pulled your drowsy state out of the massive building, walking to the behind as you leaned against the wall for support. "what do you have in mind," he asks, waiting for a reply, seeing the cigar peek out of your pocket.

He held the stick in his hand, examing it. He wasn't one to smoke, not that it'd affect him anyway; he was a demon. You drape your arm on one of his shoulders, making him peer up at you from the cigarette.

"i do have something in mind. It might be lousy to say this," you start, your intense gaze rendering the silk adorned to get slightly nervous, a first.

You weren't sure if it was because you were intoxicated or not, but the demon boy appeared attractive under the dims of the street lamp, face stout. "you look pretty," you manage to voice, though you barely wavered along the lines.

"so do you, y/n," he says, accepting the compliment, pointer finger summons a small amount of fire above it, holding it to the cigarette. A makeshift lighter, how convenient. "get to the point," he cuts short, retaining the roll between his parted, soft lips.

You bore your eyes at the scene, eyeing him clutch a drag of it. He scrunched his nose at the smoke entering his system, pulling it away from his ever so, plump lips.

You reached for it yourself, solely for him to place it between his mouth again, taking another whiff before coughing and flinging it down, his foot burying the bud to the ground. The cigar was much to his distaste. That moment is when you think you'd lost it, he was pushing your buttons.

A scoff eliciting from you, you balled his shirt in your fist, yanking him closer, your orbs growing scarlet. He watched the little act in astonishment. Oh, weren't you the brazen one?

You release the grip on his shirt. You, instead, snaking your arms 'round his neck, choosing to shift your weight on your tiptoes. You elevated yourself to his eye level, the left side of your red wore lips stretching up, exposing a canine glistening in the low lights.

Now was his chance to get flustered, spotting the red tint bloom on his front to the tip of his ears. No one could anticipate your upcoming actions, splitting the tight smirk that carried. The weighty atmosphere tensed,

"can I kiss you?"

The night was dead quiet, enough to hear the devil in question gulp harshly. To say he was flustered was an understatement. He wanted to consent to it. Was it wrong? Possibly, recalling Sunghoon's words, he could confirm the blond was right.

Yet it didn't matter right now because what was wrong felt right.

You pressed a swift chaste kiss to his lips, setting the two on fire, molding them into one figure. You move, breathily whispering in his ear, sending chills down his spine. You whispered the contents of your deal to him.

You allow yourself down, toes aching from upholding your body. Standing on the palm of your feet, you bear-hugged the demon, yawning sleepily, the situation seeming all too familiar.

The demon wished he hadn't heard the contents of your deal, hoping the time between the two could last longer. Your words and actions differed. Holding onto the false hope that'd it change, that maybe you realize what he felt when he hadn't himself till now.

He carried you on his back, walking back into the venue as you slept soundly, unaware of your prior motions. The demon boy let her friends know of your departure and began to leave.

He would've strode out the door without batting an eye anywhere else. However, why did he stand before the one who shattered your heart? Why did he plummet a punch to his jaw while the other didn't counter?

He watched as the boy spoke ill mannerly of y/n, making his blood boil, so he trod to him and loaded a punch, "keep her name out of your mouth," he clamored as the audience collectively gasped.

Will Smith—

Heeseung slammed the main door shut, opting to walk you home because he required time to sort out his thoughts. A sigh fled his lips. The demon had quite a lot on his plate at the very moment.

Advancing to the front door, he rang the bell though time clocked to midnight. The door panned, revealing one of lucifer's best men. The boy hadn't realized that y/n's father, Jiheon, was one of the best.

"come in, heeseung," Jiheon said, pivoting to the side and allowing the demon to enter inside. "how've you been, sir?" heeseung anxiously initiated. He hadn't seen the reputed devil in years since his abeyance.

"fine, it felt like a nice break," he spoke, staring at his daughter, who, heeseung had placed onto the couch, fast asleep. "what about you," he inquired, returning the query to him.

"i'm okay, i've made steady progress," the silk-shirted voiced, eyes darting around, apprehensive at the sudden occurrence. Jiheon hummed, "I can see that you've made it to the highest," heeseung responded while curtly nodding along.

"my daughter's quite a handful, isn't she? maybe I should've told her earlier," he spoke, mumbling the last part, "no, she has a lot on her mind, sir," heeseung answered, his gaze fleeting to your slumber state.

"a lot on her mind? can I suppose you might be contributing to those thoughts," Jiheon conveyed, quirking his eyebrow and chuckling. He sighed, continuing to the matter at hand.

"she's been avoiding me these days, though I know it is my fault," he paused, spilling his worries to the much younger, "just don't break hurt her, heeseung," he finished, patting the boy on the shoulder, strolling away.

"sir, how—" the inexperienced demon trailed off, wide-eyed, stirring a laugh from Jiheon. "it's written all over your face. i was once just like you," he said, a small smile prevalent on his lips.

The raven-haired watched as the older strode into his room, "goodnight, sir," he said, picking up the asleep girl in his arms, up to her room, and onto her mattress. He placed her in the comfort of her covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "goodnight, princess."

It had been days since the party, and the whole commotion of heeseung punching jaemin spread like wildfire. You'd confronted the demon for doing so yet, and heeseung ignored your question, changing the topic.

He had taken out a day before, strolling through the city with each other. You enjoyed your time with him growing fond of his company, though you weren't to get too attached as this was merely contractual.

You laid on the mattress, napping at 4 pm, tucked in your warm and comfortable bed, with no worries as you dream, light breaths leaving you softly.

Opposing your dozed off state, entered the raven-haired boy through his portal, observing the girl's sleeping state, and then pouted. The latter had got bored, coming to spend his time with you.

Though he couldn't change your feelings towards the one he now despised, he hoped that maybe, spending his time with you would, hopefully, make you return his feelings.

He steps over to her bed, watching you in your slumber with your lips jutted out naturally, witnessing your adorable state. The raven-haired whips out his phone, capturing as your eyelids fell over your orbs, the sunlight illuminating your rested face, setting the picture as his lock screen, beaming at it.

The boy leans down to you, moving the stray strands of her hair out of your face and tucks them behind your ears, pushing his lips together and leaving a feather-like kiss on your forehead.

It was now a habit when it came to you, becoming a rather genuine reaction whenever he saw you napping, unable to stop himself from kissing your forehead, not that you'd know of it.

The train of thoughts was interrupted by your sudden action of seizing his arm and jolting him towards you with great strength of someone asleep.

Due to her rash motions, heeseung toppled over onto you, arms supporting himself up on either side of you, trapping you in his frame while you were unaware and visited dreamland.

Heeseung couldn't help but stare at your face, gazes running over your captivating features. Though their current position seemed all too scandalous, he wore a smile, sighing in relief as you didn't wake from your restful state.

But of course, someone just had to open her door at that instant, the one in question being her dad, Jiheon. He stood at the door frame, witnessing the scene before him, lips part with a shocked expression.

His eyebrows then furrowed while his surprise turned into bitterness, "sir, I can explain this is not what it looks like—" the boy blabbered hurriedly to save himself.

Shaking his head in disapproval, "speak later, boy, get off my daughter right now," Jiheon ordered, the older demon's eyes flashing gold, warning the boy to do as said or face the consequences.

He pushed himself off, falling onto her bed, forearms supporting his upper body as he got off. But no, your arms wrapped around him again, drawing him into your embrace.

He deadpanned, out of all times, now? heeseung looked up at your father, eyes pleading for help, "sir, do I wake her up?" he voices, whispering. The latter nods, finding himself fighting a smile because his daughter was just like her mother, he thought while internally chuckling.

The demon boy taps on her shoulder, earning no response, a sigh escaping his lips. Your father walked over, holding onto your shoulder, slightly pushing on it merely to receive a whine.

"qhy does everyone wish to wake me when I'm asleep on this comfortable pillow," you drawl, heeseung refraining from the laugh bubbling in his chest.

"and last time the pillow turned out to be the demon boy, heeseung," you convey to your father, whom you assume is listening, but then it dawns on you, what if it's him?

To your horror, it was indeed heeseung who wore a pained expression, it pointing over to your dad, who stood right behind you. You shouted once again, arms and legs acting on their own as they shoved the demon boy off and into the tiny expanse between your bed and the wall, eliciting a groan from him.

"could you please stop pushing me here, it's the second time, and other times you pushed me in your wardrobe, and continue to summon me in your wardrobe and push me there for what joy, y/n?" He enunciates exasperated, your father looking at you with eyebrow arched, "poor boy," he expressed.

"y/n get dressed; we're paying a visit to an old friend of mine," your dad states, looking at you, expectant for an answer. "do I have to come?" you grumble, drawing a stern yes from your dad.

A buzzing comes from heeseung, causing the boy to delve his hand into his pocket. He retrieved the device that rang profusely, piercing through the calm air, startling you, making a mental note to get his number later.

"hello," he began to the receiving end of the line earning a soft reply from the gadget as he stood in the room, "what do you mean you almost burnt the place down trying to make bungeoppang?!" heeseung exclaimed into the phone, jaw craned open.

Silence followed from the raven-haired present in your room, your father's expression shifting to amusement, "who's lucy?" the curious boy questioned, gaining a chuckle from your dad. "lucy is lucifer? why would you call father that, niki," he spoke in confirmation, head tilting to the side.

"he wanted to see me?" he replied, hearing what 'niki' had to say, their conversation blurring to you, paying no mind to it, staring into the distance, lost.

You gain your composure when he bids you and your dad a curt goodbye in a hurried matter, leaving you to wonder if this has anything to do with 'lucy' as you previously collected.

You smoothed down your pearly white dress, glancing at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair, thinking which side to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You pondered over it, deciding that not pleating your hair would be the best, how he'd— No, you'd like it. To make it clear, you're making yourself look presentable for your dad's companion, not the demon boy, whom you have a slim chance of running into because daddy's dear friend resides in hell.

The chances of running into the tall man were probable, but you weren't doing this for him, you told yourself, taking in your austere yet stunning reflection, smiling in satisfaction.

You wore a simple, white, frilled dress, wearing a simple gold heart necklace yoon had given you. Earrings hung near aside your vibrant dyed red hair. You did look alluring.

"shall we leave, y/n?" Your mother calls from below the stairs, peering through the open crack as you nod, clutching onto your white purse, concluding your outfit from head to toe.

You made your way down, greeting your parents with a grin, "someone dressed up," jests your mom, a giggle accompanying her sentence, making the corners of your eyes crinkle up while you show a cheeky gummy smile.

->⌚<-

Moments later, you find yourself situated in the confines of hell itself, in a lavish-looking building, the interior decorated elegantly contrasting the image of hell.

Admiring the insides, you then settle down on the couch in what you presumed was the living room. A man stepped out of the hall opposite the one you walked through, seemingly talking to someone behind him, striding to where you and your parents sat.

"i wasn't expecting guests today, jiheon," said the older yet fine-looking figure, smiling lightly, acknowledging glancing at you and your mother, which you returned.

"would you all like some ramen?" asked the unknown demon man, whom you suppose was your dad's friend. A questioning look drew upon your father's face, provoking the demon to ramble about how he wasn't expecting guests.

Jiheon laughed in amazement at the little rant, "you're still the same as before." The man turned back to face someone you still couldn't see, "make a lot," He said sternly, "and good," he added, then attending to his so unexpected guests. "yeah, yeah, you brought me here from my client for that after all, " the person responds.

Yet your orbs stay glued to the boy that exited the hall, presuming he walked to the kitchen in a black button-up paired with Persian blue slacks and tousled wet raven hair, was indeed heeseung.

That was hot.

You gasped mentally while your gaze shifted to the floor. "y/n?" you hear your mother speak, gaining your attention from the ebony-haired, rendering your head jerking up and greet the demon, "l/n y/n." You perceive the demon smirk from your peripheral vision.

You excuse yourself minutes after, attempting to locate where the kitchen could be, earning a chuckle from the devil, whom you learned was lucifer, himself, which made you gasp. But, heeseung was the matter at hand.

"he's over there," He spoke, pointing across from the couch. The living room and kitchen had quite a stretch though the area was exposed, making it visible to the ones in the living room.

You find yourself in the kitchen after following the direction. You watch the demon boy aimlessly scroll on his phone, hair suspending over his orbs while the water boiled.

"what are you doing here?" You inquire, heeseung not sparing you a glance, making your heart drop, requiring the other's attention, "you heard earlier, lucy called," He spoke, mocking niki.

You hum in response, thinking as you initiate a conversation with him, your mother glimpsing at the two every once in a while and cooing silently to herself. How cute, she must've thought, hearing the bickering from the counter.

Your hand advances towards the boiling pot of water, taking the uncooked ramen cakes and placing them in the water. heeseung stares at your wordlessly, pupils questioning everything you did, "what are you doing,"

"what does it look like, huh? I'm assisting you, duh," you state, turning away from him and to the stove. Yet no, you can't have it go your way when he's present. He spurs you around, his large hands clasping over both your wrists, compelling your back to the plane of the stove.

"don't do anything," he warns, his grip tightening as you try to wiggle your way to freedom. You whine a 'why' annoyed that he restricted all movement with one hand.

"because you're clumsy, and you'll make a mess," he spoke, his dominant hand that went on cooking for you, lucy, and his guests. You struggle to free yourself from his grasp, granted he felt aggravated.

"stop it," he commanded, his eyes glowering down at you, the tip of your nose brushing against his chin as your orbs nervously darted to his, but you mask it beneath. A smile creeps to your face, breathing out a "no."

You irk him yet again, a tired sigh leaving from heeseung as he stares into your eyes void of any emotion, "attempt anything one more time, and I will tie your hands together,"

"kinky,"

He accepts defeat, a sough leaving from the part of his mouth, inclining his head onto your shoulder, hands still grasped tightly by the demon. "do not," he said with a flat tone, on the verge of ripping his hair out, most definitely wasn't concerned about balding.

The bickering continues while you enjoy noting his troubled face. Unable to halt your antics on the raven-haired demon, he soon gave up, serving the ramen into bowls of 5. Though his much larger hand still enclosed your hands between his, "let go,"

"no," he voiced, a smirk lifting on his countenance.

You did what you could to free yourself from the grip, and you succeeded, at the cost of the ramen's broth splashing all over you and heeseung. Pupils wide, you stood while your pearly white dress was now stained.

He rolled his eyes, "this is why I advised you to stop," he tsks. Your mother stifled a laugh from the other side, muttering, "this is why I never allow her in my kitchen." He placed the bowls full of ramen for his father, lucy, and your parents, then turned to you with an audible sigh, eyes raking over your now dirtied dress.

"come with me," he spoke, excusing himself and then walking off into one of the various halls, expecting you to trail behind him, which you did, in silence. You gawked at the countless pieces of expensive decor set about the walls.

The austere dressed stated the obvious, "hell is loaded with cash while others are stolen—" he paused, "from the sinners that nabbed them in the first place." he ended, a laugh trickling from his chest, making you beam. Eyes still glued to the multiple decorations which either purchased or looted, you dashed straight into a broad back, the owner sparing you a glance.

His hand clutched 'round your forearm, tugging you beside him, "that's my room," he pointed forward to the door blocking your entry. "your point is?" you voiced, finding the situation normal by the number of times you had summoned him to your room.

"you realize that you'd be alone, in my room with a guy, and it'd be the two of us," he deadpans, burning holes onto the side of your head, "isn't that usually how? I always summon you in my room, alone too," you retort, peering up at the boy in puzzlement.

"this is different, y/n," he conveyed, accompanied by the shaking his head, "how is this any different, heeseung?" you genuinely queried, the clueless look plastered all over your expression. He gazed longingly at you, "should I show you how," he breathed out near your ear, a glint of mischievousness visible in his pupils.

"why not,"

Daring.

The doors of his room open with a push, smug front playing on his face as you willing step inside, hearing the door shut behind you, standing before the demon boy. You gape into his eyes, wanting to witness what he'd do, "isn't this suggesting,"

He hummed, urging you to the wall beside the door was sealed, "be a princess and let me kiss you," he mused, smirking.

"not if I go first," you retorted. A cheeky smile drew upon your lips as you slanted forward, solely for an arm to push you back, tipping himself and compelling soft lips on yours.

You succumbed to the sensation of his lips against yours almost immediately, and it didn't go unnoticed by the boy, whom you felt grin widely into the kiss.

After you passed the awkward stage of how exactly to kiss, you deepened your movements, cocking your head to the side, arms progressing to his neck, enveloping it. He kissed you fervently, eyes closed, following the established rhythm which got needier, your fingers lacing into his raven locks, yanking him towards you.

He broke the connection of lips, albeit of air, chests heaving heavily. You stared at the floor while your fingers let go of his hair and raked through yours, forcing the hair out of your front, processing that you merely kissed the lee heeseung, and as annoying as it was, he's a good kisser.

He chuckled at your thought while you realized that he was reading your mind the entire time, heat searing over your cheeks at the sight of his scarlet and gold flaring eyes.

You scoffed, trying to play it cool, "not my fault you just happen to be good at everything," you drawl sheepishly, "like how you skillfully made ramen which smelled and looked good while you dealt with me bothersome self the entire while," you concluded, grumbling jokingly at the demon.

You waited for his reaction, gaining nothing but silence, causing you to wonder whether it was a wrong move that you kissed him. Sensing your doubt, he spoke, "right, your fresh change of clothes," treading to his closet, but you held him back.

Your eyes were lidded as you drew the boy back to you like a magnet, observing as he complied. You cupped his face, pressing your lips against his plump ones, the pace slower than prior, savoring the taste of his lips and the feeling.

Your heartbeat was ecstatic while heeseung returned the heated sentiment, his hands traveling to rest on your hips, fingers drumming along the expanse.

It continued the sweet, soft rhythm, your hands placed on his chest. He pulled away this time, sighing in delight and contentment. You melted along with his lean yet muscular figure, your head relaxing on his shoulder while your breath softened. He reciprocated the action, pulling you into his warm embrace.

It was evident in the air, the position, everything, except you. You stood oblivious, lost in bliss while hugging the raven-haired demon tightly, your senses in a mess. "should I get you a change of clothes now," he inquired, chuckling, his chest vibrating. You nodded curtly, replying.

He pulled away, driving you to frown, the warmth radiating off him now lost from your touch. You thought back to the contents of your part of the deal you cited to him, desiring to go back in time and change what occurred. The mentioned deal was a waste, a decision made in haste with no consideration or thought.

"turn me into a mortal again," you ushered out the deal, observing as his expression dropped, looking like his heart shattered. He wordlessly gapped at you, wavering if it were a joke, but you said nothing. Your head felt heavy, and so did your heart. Heeseung remained frozen as you closed your eyes, blacking out.

You were forced out of thoughts as he handed you a pair of his clothes, "i don't stay here much, but I tried to find the smallest pieces I have," he voiced out, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck while you beamed the borrowed clothes, just knowing you'd drown in them.

You shoved him out the room, changing into your new pair of clothes that he possessed, which made your gut somersault in glee. You didn't know what you had harbored for the demon over time though you doubt it'd do any good.

Fallin for the angel-like demon wouldn't do you good nor get vengeance on the demon-like angel.

You had sat quietly, eating what heeseung made before the little scene you caused. Your thoughts picked away at your peace of mind, and evidently, it was very apparent to those around. "are you okay?" heeseung whispered to you, worry washed over his face, lips jutting out naturally, forming a pout. To think you kissed his lips minutes ago.

You dismissed those sentiments quickly, brushing off the question while the demon casually munched on his bowl of ramen. He didn't look unpersuaded at your reply, eyeing you narrowly, "do you like the ramen?" he questioned, switching the topic.

"yeah, it's good. it reminds me of when I tried to make pancakes and failed, so I summoned you for help but made them way better," you completed with a smile, thinking back to the many memories you created the day you were home with him.

"don't banish heeseung as you did with me. Y/n is my daughter after all," jiheon jested jokingly, but the stillness dragged, gazes set on the two of you. Lucifer spared the two a glance, noting how you were seated attired in his clothes.

"that is if they wish to do so," he said, an unreadable front dawning upon the devil himself, "rules are rules." That only further soured the atmosphere as you stood up with your empty bowl in hand, excusing yourself.

You anticipated someone to call out to you, to stem you by the arm, but no one did. It added to your doubt that nothing good was to come with falling for the demon. You set the bowl in the sink, not darting at the others who remained muted, supervising your every move.

You traced the way back to heeseung's temporary room, strolling inside, plunging onto his bed while the tears brimming in your eyes fell, not a sob fleeing your mouth. You weren't sure when you fell asleep, discerning the built-up exhaustion and constant pondering whether to stick to your mind or heart.

You listened to the door click open, hearing voices whisper something along the lines, "bring her back tomorrow," who you acknowledged was your dad. "yes, have a goodnight, sir." The doorway shut, and the demon soughed, bringing his raven hair together.

You felt a warm hand atop your cheek, your eyes forcing themselves open, moving over to invite him beside you. He tried to refuse your offer and sat down instead. "i'll sleep elsewhere," he murmured, lulling you to sleep again.

You shook your head his words, hands flying to the sides of his face, delivering a quick kiss. Your sleepy eyes gave away their urge to close as they did, your arms hooking around his waist, not wanting him to leave. So he stayed.

->⌚<-

The two asleep figures were entangled together. Soft breaths left them as their chest rose and fell. A phone rang violently, coercing the boy to jolt awake, eyes ripping open, gaining composure. He squints his eyes, advancing for the phone.

He was cautious not to wake you while you cuddled him. The demon sat up, slanting against the headboard, an arm wrapping about you while he communicated quietly into the gadget.

"alright," he replied, cutting the call, inching back down to lay on his back, his free arm placing the phone on the side table. He progressed to envelop you in an embrace while you snuggled closer, your sleep-filled voice speaking, "are you awake?" sounding drowsy.

You wiggled yourself up, dropping onto his arm that held you in his embrace, "yeah, I got a call," he conveyed, eyes shutting as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, sighing in the tender moment, spiking chills down your spine. The coziness almost lulls you back to sleep.

"heeseung!" A shout resonated from outside his room, the door bursting open, eyes perceiving the scene before him, jaw craned open in surprise. You were the last person he expected to nestle against his technical brother.

The demon beside you grumbled, "what," he huffed, moving out of his comfortable position. Sunghoon appearing behind the baffled boy that initially called for heeseung was none other than jay. Sunghoon analyzed the situation as you sat up, sighing, eliciting a scoff from sunghoon.

"he's toying with you," sunghoon spoke, directing the statement towards you, side-eyeing the boy that sat about you. You stared disoriented while heeseung shot to his feet, depicting his outrage at what sunghoon said moments before. Yet he dared to continue with a sour face, "the bet was to avail a deal with you, not fool around with her," he completed, scoffing.

Heeseung's infuriated stature shoved sunghoon to the wall, turning back to your hurt and perplexed front and back to the blond boy, "stop spewing bullshit," he warned, balling the other boy's shirt. You and jay stood, witnessing it all, mouth agape.

You processed sunghoons remarks, looking down to the mattress, clenching your hand into a fist. You were confused, angry, sad, though one thing was clear, you were lied to,

"you lied too," you sneered through your words, tears bitterly pricking your eyes. Heeseung halted when you spoke, knowing he'd hurt you, lowering his glare with sunghoon, fronting you instead, "no, let me explain-" you launched a pillow at him, the power hurling him to the wall.

You faltered at his pained groan, shocked at your strength, glimpsing at your hands, realizing it was your demon side, your anger fueling it further. Everyone watched as you struggled to repress your scarlet-colored devil counterpart.

"y/n," the crouched demon voiced, a hand placed at his abdomen, coughing slightly from the hit earlier. He got on his feet, then reached for you, though you flinched at the sudden contact, lashing out at him again. "stay away!" you exclaimed, backing away.

You blinked rapidly, attempting to dismiss the demonic spirit that took over. Heeseung softened at your form, "stop trying to fight it," he spoke softly, shaking his head and soughing at the mess he'd created. He should've told you from the start.

You quieted down, breathing in and out, regaining the calmness you held, tears threatening to escape. You stilled your shaky voice, wanting nothing but to go home and be in the confines of your room and cry a river. "just take me home, please,"

The raven-haired demon gazed at your disheartening shape, considering you'd want space, away from him though he desired to explain. You had a valid reason to resent him. He had officially fucked up.

He opened his portal without a peep, gesturing you to go inside, following you inside your room. "i owe you an explanation—" he started, and you'd already had enough, your stout expression shutting him up as you motioned him to leave. "heeseung, kindly," you paused, sighing, "fuck off."

->⌚<-

Sunghoon paced everywhere in his room after heeseung returned distraught, telling the boy to leave him alone, slamming the door on him. He indeed felt despair for the two, but it was for the best. He had his reasons. He'd been in his position; he'd been in love.

He didn't want to lose his brother, have him expelled from hell for who knows how long, all over a half-blood. It had to stop before anything commenced, mentally facepalming for even proposing the bet.

Maybe there were other ways than the one resorted to, but heeseung's stubborn. Stubborn in love. He wondered if you both were alright, hoping so. Sunghoon knew it wasn't right, but someone had to play the villain.

You laid motionless on your bed as water streamed down your eyes as you had for the past 2 hours. Your phone buzzed dozens of times, yet you couldn't bother to pick it up nor silence it.

You just laid there, aimlessly, wondering why you cared whether he lied or not, whether he meant his actions or words. You knew one thing, though. That you didn't want anything to do with na jaemin but everything to do with lee heeseung.

In all honesty, he was never the matter at hand. Heeseung, the demon boy who lied to you, was. Maybe you grew attached. Perhaps, you felt something more than friendship. Were you even friends? It ached.

It wasn't any different for him. He hadn't stepped out of his room in hours nor made a noise from inside. His brothers knocked on his door, trying to check up on him, yet no one responded. They wondered if he even were in the room, too scared to open it for themselves to see.

Until Sunghoon finally came outside to see the dilemma jake and jay were stuck in. Upon hearing their reasoning, he took matters into his own hands, kicking the door open and witnessing an almost lifeless figure laid on the mattress. It was heeseung.

"get out,"

"you haven't been out of your room in hours. what are you doing,"

"that doesn't concern you, get the fuck out of my room," he fumed.

It had been days since you last saw the demon boy. It stung, knowing you'd become a subject for his toying, pushing any signs of liking him to the side, trying to grow resentment for him.

You wished that he meant everything he said and did, though it was nearly impossible seeing he didn't try to make amends with you, practically disappearing as you ordered him. Or he was respecting your desire for him to "kindly, fuck off." and so, he did.

Then why do you miss him? You summoned him almost every day, spending most of your time with him, naturally growing closer, getting attached. You thought back to when he'd taken you out for the day, making you laugh as you both walked along the sidewalk.

The wall beside you was cracked open, flowers blooming through them. You stared at the sight in awe, heeseung having caught you admiring it. "look," he said, gaining your attention, swirling his hand as a bright flame in the shape of a flower materialized in his hand.

You gasped at it, gapping in astonishment, advancing to touch it, but he clasped his hand shut, the flames vanishing. You frowned, a frustrated whine leaving you, causing the boy to snicker while patting you.

Your frown turned to a smile as you ran further to seemingly nowhere, driving him to follow forth not to lose view of you. You remember having so much fun that day, laughing like little kids, loving the adrenaline you felt when you were with him.

Maybe you should've let him explain.

You sigh as yoon drags you into the party, introducing you to some of her friends while you return the favor by introducing yourself. You did not want to be here.

Ryujin, the one hosting the party, approached you. "happy birthday!" you exclaim over the booming music. She smiled, replying, "yoon did mention you sulking over some boy, forget about him for the night, and join me for a dance,"

And so you found your way to the dance floor along with ryujin, who was surprisingly fun to be around, dancing to the music, driving you to do the same. It was probably the most fun you'd had since you told the demon to fuck off.

Ryujin beamed at your now uplifted shape, telling you she'd be back in after greeting some more guests, which you agreed to, stepping off the dance floor in need of refreshment.

You reach for the water bottle, breaking the seal on the cap, gulping down some water. You wipe off any excess that could remain around your mouth, setting the bottle down and heaving a few breaths.

From the corner of your eye, you see a tall man with his long black hair hanging over his orbs messily, flashing a charming smile that his eye smile completed, laughing at something his friend said. You continue to check him out, eyes scrutinizing his every move.

He styled a gold flower patterned black shirt, the top two buttons left unattended, exposing his collarbones. The leather jacket he adorned shined under the gleaming lights, casually paired with black ripped jeans. You were practically goggling, yet you couldn't help yourself.

He felt a pair of eyes on him, turning his head to you across the room, meeting your gaze. He sent you a lopsided grin which you most definitely returned, conveying something to his group of friends, leaving them and walking over to you.

You'd be lying if you said that gaze didn't make you nervous. "hey, sorry to bother," the man starts, leaning onto the table, glancing up at you with a glint of mischievousness.

You stretch an amusing smile waiting for him to continue. "i lost my number. could I have yours?" he concludes, fighting the urge to laugh at his line, failing and bursts out chortling.

You snicker at the failed attempt of a pickup line, "sorry, I have a strict to-do list, and you're not on it," you reply, faking a sad expression, jutting your bottom lip out, feigning sadness.

"i could make my way on it after a dance, love," he states slyly, offering his hand for a dance. You gladly accept his invitation, having no reason to turn down the opportunity from the handsome man.

He treads to the dance floor once more. Random club noise blaring from the speakers while you catch ryujin grin and wink your way, seeming excited that you were dancing with someone. "Your name?" you inquire, peering at him.

"minghao," he voices, dancing with you, surprisingly, very good at it, "but you can call me yours." You'd heard of the boy, being popular among many for his good looks and talent in singing, dancing, and flirting.

"i assume your name is gorgeous," he expresses as you mentally cringe, but you guess his face made up for it. "flattered, but I'm y/n," you speak, clearing your throat. He nods at you, twirling you around, seizing you far by shock.

The music turns up while you try to give your best on the dance floor, assuming it worked as the crowd focused on you two. This day was turning out to be more fun than anticipated.

You notice that he was stealing glances at your lips, but it reminded you of heeseung. The one boy you wanted to forget reclaimed his position in your heart instantly, all because the man that footed with you glimpsed at your lips.

You shake your head in disapproval at remembering the demon. Minghao gradually leaned in towards you, his hot breath fanning you. Maybe, you needed new memories to get rid of the old ones, you thought, shutting your eyes.

You felt his lips on yours, "minghao," but he pulled away immediately, provoking you to fling your pupils open, "oh hey," minghao pauses nervously, putting distance between you, "heeseung."

Your mood takes a 180, irritation displayed on your front, you tch, pacing away from the two. Heeseung cuts minghao short, simply ignoring the boy, running after you. You frantically search for yoon, unable to find her.

You scan the entire hall desperately, attempting to spot shim jayoon, and you do in the corner of the hall, making out with soobin. You falter upon sight, endeavoring to recall if she ever mentioned him, having forgotten about heeseung completely as he clasps your arm, gaining your attention.

You glower at the raven-haired, "let go," you order, forcing your eyes to glow ruby-colored. Letting your hand free, "don't," heeseung voiced, scoffing and grasping your arm again. This time you got dragged upstairs, where it was much quieter.

"what the fuck were you doing grinding against xu minghao," he asked, jaw clenched in what you assumed was jealousy.

"none of your business, now tell me what you had to say, or I'll leave," you threaten, annoyed by the demon.

He sighed, collecting himself, "i know you don't want to talk to me, let alone see me, but we've still got a contract bounding us," he spoke, sympathizing with you. "what contract?" you ask, cluelessly.

"the deal, the moment you agreed, the contract was bound," heeseung conveyed, ruffling the jet hair out of his face, "oh," you let out in realization, now in a dilemma of what you wanted your deal to be.

Detecting the uncertainty in your expression, "i'll give you time to think about it, princess" he spoke. He gazed at you and your red lips longer than he should've, compelling himself to speak his mind, "i meant everything I did and said," he articulated in a whisper.

He didn't know what unknown force was driving him closer and closer to you, a mere distance away from meeting your lips. You interrupt the chain of movements, "i'll do it, i'll fulfill the contract, but under one condition," you state, your hand cupping his cheek, making you look him straight in your eyes.

"that is?"

"don't lie again," you utter in a hush manner, standing on your tippy-toes, attempting to press a quick peck to his cheek, only to lose balance and peck his jaw. You feel your cheeks heat by your misstep, leaving the boy to himself in the hall upstairs.

You left the party with a lot on your mind, from nearly kissing minghao then accidentally pecking heeseung on the jaw. But you had one thing clear; you indeed have feelings for the demon.

So that's where you began while ranting to yoon about your love life as she listened to your concerns, her only reply to your whole ordeal being, "oh, yeah, I knew," she stated casually.

"what, how—"

"we've known each other since birth. How would I not know?"

You open your mouth to protest, closing it back as fast as you opened it. "that's what I thought," she quipped, lips tugging in a victorious smile, "now what's up with you and soobin," you inquire, smirking at the girl opposite of you.

She shares her apprehensions with you, much like you did to her, soon concluding that she should ask the boy out if he doesn't in a few days. Your friend didn't fail to detect the murmur that left your mouth in a breath, "as I will to heeseung, today,"

She teases you playfully for the romantic sentiment though realizing the weight of the situation, "but won't he get banished from hell if he wishes to see a mortal?" That's when you spill the contents of your master plan you thought over through your sleepless night.

->⌚<-

You paced around the room, repeatedly glancing at the rustic paintings you'd hung on the walls. Fog roamed the stretch outside your window, cold chills arising goosebumps on your skin.

The clock struck 7 pm, the sky dimming in accordance, the faint moonlight peeking through the bundle of pearly white clouds. You were home alone hence the eery silence suspended in the air, the perfect opportunity to summon heeseung.

You calmed your erratic heartbeats, settling on your mattress, closing your eyes, and sucking in a breath. You then thought of the raven-haired demon seated beside you.

Unbeknownst to you, heeseung sat next to you as you thought, yet you didn't realize. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why the boy wasn't present.

He grinned at the sight of you in bewilderment, setting his palm on the blade of your shoulder, earning a jolt from you, scrambling away from him, eyes cast open with fright, placing a hand to your chest above your heart.

You blink rapidly, gapping blankly at the boy who sported a smile, waving a hi, "what— when did you get here," you ask, staring at the boy with rounded orbs gazing right into his, "i was here the moment you thought I was, you just didn't realize," he spoke, shrugging his shoulders.

"oh," you spoke, learning that you were too lost to recognize the boy's distinct scent. "before you began about the deal," he paused, fiddling with his fingers, soon meeting your gaze, "can I explain myself?" he put forward as you nodded, allowing him.

If it were anyone but the demon you'd become fond of and even grew feelings for, you wouldn't have let them explain, wanting nothing to do with them, but your bias was evident when it came to him.

"now, where do I start,"

"from the beginning," you confirm, crossing your legs, sitting in a crisscrossed position, heeding all your concentration onto him.

"the day of your birthday, I was with the boys; I'm sure you know most of them by now, having seen them on many occasions," He directs, waiting for your answer, to which you quip, "yeah, I've seen most, and especially sunghoon," you mention the boy's name in distaste.

Picking up on the distaste, he chuckles, "sunghoon then brought up how I've not taken up a client in quite some time, then one leads to another, and he proposed that I should have you as my client. I agreed and showed up in your room while you were stuck out your window," he recollected, laughing at the memory.

You were embarrassed upon recalling, hurrying him to move on from his remembrance and continue. He soon stopped giggling, shifting closer to you, bending to your eye level as his arms supported him from the mattress.

"the more I hung out with you, the more I thought of you, wanting to spend my time with you," he confessed, reaching for your hand, intertwining it with his.

"but when you first proposed your idea of what you wanted as the deal, I realized that you were out of my reach. sunghoon caught on, and he told me to cut my ties with you which led us to fight," he paused to observe your expression, and upon seeing it was of curiosity, he continued.

"so on the day you stayed over, he saw this as a way to end things himself," he voiced, sighing at the thought, and you grimaced, "he had his reasons, not wanting to lose his brother. sunghoon did what he thought was right, so don't hate him too much," he conveyed, a subtle chuckle spilling past his lips.

"sunghoon did apologize to me and wanted me to relay it to you too,"

"i don't hate him as before since his reason was justifiable. I wouldn't want to lose you either," you concluded, beaming at him, that he returned.

"y/n, I do like you, though I can't be with you because of the rules of hell," he said, his front faltering, drawing you into an embrace, running a hand down your back soothingly. You pulled out of the embrace instead, placing a hand on his cheek, smiling, "but what if I told you I found a way around it,"

He smiled at your attempt, "there's no way around it y/n—"

"my deal is that you don't get expelled from hell," you completed, pausing for him to process your words. He met your pupils, holding your hand as he rejoiced, "that isn't stated in the rule book— you're a genius!"

His smile shifts to a pout, "but why would you use this once-in-a-lifetime deal on me," he said, his hand coming to pat your head, "most people wish for money or other materialist items, so why choose me,"

"because I like you too," you state, watching as visible panic and shock washes over him. You smile and hold his shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss. He softened into you immediately, feeling him smile against your lips.

He placed a hand on the back of your neck, pressing your lips harder against his. You ran your hands through his soft hair, tilting your neck to deepen the kiss. You pulled away, laughing from the sudden rush of happiness and butterflies invading your stomach, laying back on the bed.

He joined you, replicating your movements, moving to lay on his back as well. He draped his arm on your torso, snuggling closer, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, making you giggle at the ticklish action.

You whipped your head to him, "since you're my boyfriend, can I see your demon horns," you asked as your eyes lit up, wanting to see his horns. He covered his face with his hand, "do you really want to see them?" he inquired, dreading the moment you nodded eagerly.

"I usually hide them, but I'll allow you to see them once," he sighed, unveiling the horns on top of his head. You looked in fascination at the red horns that weren't large as most depicted, "they're cute, surprisingly," you stated, continuing to play with them.

You set your head atop his chest as it rose and fell, now accommodating your head above it. The silence was comfortable, "lucy will be infuriated, won't he," you say, snickering, "i think he'll be more infuriated when he finds out that everyone has been calling him lucy,"

Maybe, the large hand pressed to your back, your lips hard at work, teeth clashing against the others, every frivolous motion that made the moment seem just right with all details in place. Your knees weakened as your bottom lip was clawed at, eliciting a quiet whine.

His haste motions paused as he pulled away, hand shifting its warmth from back to your waist, another resting on the nape of your neck, drawing you back to his mouth. You locked your fingers around his hair, tugging his head down to connect his lips with yours.

It wasn't what you'd expected when you summoned the raven-haired you so harshly yanked at, provoking him to groan in between your heated kiss. Not that you opposed the situation, more so finding yourself enjoying it.

His grip tightened around your waist, making you part the lips he worked at without catching a breath. He seized the opportunity, sticking his tongue inside, fighting his way to dominating your tongue. You grew tired of constant nudging, giving up, and letting him win willingly.

He smirked in victory, swirling around the tip of your tongue with experience. Your heart thumped in affection as you panted, clutching onto his shoulders.

He dragged his mouth over to your jaw, marking it up. You held your bottom lip hostage, clenching it, not wanting to cause any loud noise.

He wordlessly embraced you, lifting you off your feet and onto your head, sliding in beside you, bear-hugging you. "that was great," you mutter, shying over, avoiding his teasing expression.

You turned the other way, showing him your back, making him chuckle merely to snuggle onto you, his nose brushing at your earlobe.

He pressed feather-light kisses around your ear and neck, causing you to shudder at the affectionate motion. "i would know you liked it if you didn't say so since your whine said it all," He retorted, chuckling as you hid your beat red front in your palms and supposedly away from his teasing.

"yn," he drawled from your chair on the other side of the room, his eyes boring into yours. "what?" you questioned, your orbs still glued to the book you read while heeseung shifted in his seat, "how do I look" he inquired, striking a random pose.

Nonetheless, he looked breathtaking, "i need an honest opinion. Let me read your mind," he spoke, a sheepish smirk quirking on his front. "no, wait—" you hurried out while you came up with a master plan.

"i'm going to read now,"

You sighed in reply, knowing what to do. Heeseung's eyes gleamed ruby, gazing intensely at you. You thought of the familiar tune in your head, playing it from memory, and much to your liking, the demon was speechless.

His jaw hung open, "did you just," he paused, trying to make sense of what you'd done telepathically, "rickroll me—" he concluded, shutting his open mouth, stepping over to where you sat, playfully tackling you.

"and what if I did," you teased, returning his energy, "you're unbelievable," he said exasperated.

"i know, but you love it," "i do, indeed princess."

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