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Deals with a Demon (1)

demon!jungkook x reader  

( also another supernatural!bts, they’re all different species in this one! )  

Part 2, 

description: all children believe in fairytales until they are proven wrong and demons do not fall in love. yet this one is fated and punished to do exactly that. 

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warnings: illness, mentions of death, future smut 

okay i know i’m basing these off my fave shows but still. it’s based off a korean odessey. 

at nine years old you were seeing the world through rose coloured glasses, well almost. your life wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t exactly the worst either. you had your full life ahead of you. that was until you got sick,  your small frail body is laying on the hospital bed. fast asleep. the demon lowers his face close to yours, you are so close to death. a smirk has formed on his lips, your little eyes flutter open and he doesn’t expect you to see him but your eyes land on his face. when the demon has realised you’re staring at him he stands away from you, confused. how do you see him? is it because you’re dying? 

“hello.” you say softly, your voice cracking when you do. your voice is so small and crackily that the demon  almost misses it. offering a smile back to you he perched down next to your bed. the demon isn’t particularly sure what he’s even doing in here, he sometimes finds himself watching people, uninterested but interested all at the same time. but there was something about this room, and your soul. it was like the sun, shining brightly, but the demon jacked that up to your soul getting ready to leave, he’d never witnessed such a thing before. 

“hello, little one.” his voice crawls out and he leaned against the railings of the bed. you’re so close to death that he can smell it. the smell is intoxicating. 

you try and angle yourself so that you can look at his face, he looks so much like an angel. even in your bleary state of mind. you smile again at him and he smiled back so you ask the question. “are you my angel?” you asked him and he laughed. 

“not quite little one.” the demon says. “maybe i’ll explain to you one day.” 

maybe you’re young brain has formed up an imaginary friend, one that nobody else can see because any nurse that seemed to enter the room really doesn’t take much notice of him. he talked half the night with you, a boost of energy coming to you and you weakly push yourself up. 

“what is your name?” you asked him. 

“jeon jungkook.”  he may as well tell you, you wouldn’t remember it anyway. 

“jeon jungkook.” your little voice repeats it and you smile again. 

“what’s your name little one?” he asked. 

“Y/N Y/L/N “ you say and you’re quiet for a moment. “can i ask you a favour jeon jungkook?” you ask him. 

his brows twitched and he almost frowned. he didn’t do deals or favours with humans he wasn’t one of those deal making demons, plus it was against the rules. he never had. but he supposed, you’d be dead soon, so what would it matter? 

“what can i do for you?” he asked. 

“can you protect me from the monsters and stop me from dying?” you asked quietly.

 monsters? what monsters? the only monster in here was him. the demon smiled. he couldn’t do that, people died all the time. and you were close.  “of course.” so he holds out his hand offering it to you his pinkie outstretched. your small hand has lifted and you curled your small pinkie around his. it would be harmless wouldn’t it? 

“is it a deal?” you asked yawning, ready for sleep, which the demon took as something else. 

“it’s a deal.” he smirked. 

over fourteen years later you still every now and then thought of your angel, the one who had saved your life.  and you’re getting on with your life. that whole night had just been a dream as far as you were concerned. after turning twelve your family moved to Australia where you lived until you turned you were old enough to move out on your own and when you did you managed to secure a job in Seoul. You’d only been there about a week. you’re not new to the culture and the language  you‘ve been studying since you were small. 

but working at this place called big hit seemed like the perfect scape goat to get out of home and live by yourself. you were happy when the job was offered to you more or less on a plate and you weren’t sure why but you weren’t complaining. you just needed a new life, one that was your own. you loved your parents, you really did but, it didn’t mean you wanted to be stuck under their over protectiveness forever. you fix the bottom of your dress as you walk through the unfamiliar building, having gotten a job as a.. now that you think about it, you don’t know what the job is. 

you frown at the thought as you walk through the doors of big hit entertainment and looked around almost immediately, a woman stands in front of you. “ miss Y/LN ?” she asked and you offer her a small smile and a nod. “ right this way, miss. “ she gestured where you had to go and you followed, your heels clicking off the floor, they made you so uncomfortable but you wanted to impress at least someone. the woman opened the door and you walked through looking around, your eyes falling on the man in the suit who stands up, bang pd nim as you knew him as anyway. “ahh, miss Y/L/N.” he smiled walking over holding his hand out. 

his hand is larger around yours but you smile brightly shaking it with a strong grasp. “nice to meet you too, sir.” you speak and you look around. he offered to take you  a tour of the building and you gladly agree you wish to see where you’d be working from now on and bang pd nim would be more than happy to show you. 

you’re walking around for about half an hour when he takes you to get a coffee, explaining your job, which is basically an assistant to him, helping him with the band known as bts. when asked if you knew anything about them you sheepishly admitted that you didn’t. you’d expected a different reaction from the laugh you’d gotten but being sheltered your whole life meant that you didn’t really know much about anything, but it wouldn’t take long to find out. 

unaware of the six pair of  eyes on you, bang pd nim hands you the mug of coffee and you hold it in your freezing cold hands. one set of eyes is missing, and he’s yet to show his face. “the demon better hurry his ass up.” namjoon grunted under his breath. the eldest looked towards him. “he’s coming. i can hear him.” only gaining another grunt from the leader, the vampire next to him shakes his head and they all look back to you. you’re like a beacon of light. like the sun. glowing, brightly for all to see. 

it’s when he appears that namjoon growls an insult at him, only for the demon to snarl back in response. despite all being different and in no way connected, they all worked well, and most of the time got along well. keeping up appearances was sometimes difficult but they got on with it. “what exactly are we here for again?” the demon scowled, sure yes it was a day off but this was important apparently jimin pointed “ the new assistant. that’s what we’ve been called here for.”  

sighing, another dumb fucking human assistant that would either be a plaything for one of the elder boys or be fired in two weeks for doing something stupid. “her.” taehyung pointed in the direction to show the demon, jungkook turned with a scowl to finally look at you, his doe looking eyes have widened and it’s like he’s frozen. he recognises your soul almost instantly bright, shining as clear as day. “tfuck..” is what he hears but doesn’t realise he’s said it just as you and bang pd nim have turned, the older man is pointing towards them, because he wanted you to meet them. you’re smiling, and he realises that you are you, still shining as brightly as you were the night he fucked everything up for himself. 

“ah, the boys.” bang pd nim started and you turn to look but your heart stops. and every member notice the way you and jungkook are looking at each other. seokjin can hear your heart pounding wildy now and he glances at jungkook. you’re so startled at the sight of him that the cup of hot steaming coffee slips from your hands the mug immediately shattering and the hot liquid has not only splashed onto your bare thighs but has burned your hand from slipping out of your grasp. everything has fallen silent and you’re first to break the eye contact because you think you’re going crazy. you had imagined him. 

“i’m so sorry.” your voice rushed out and bang pd nim shakes his head helping you calling to the boys to get something to clean up. you’ve picked up all the shattered pieces except one and a hand throws itself outward to pick it up just as you have and your hands meet in the centre. an electric shock vibrates up your hand and you pull away with a flinch, the larger hand still there and you look up, eyes meeting those doe ones that you had never forgotton about. 

“move over.” yoongi has gently moved beside the demon who’s still beside you, to help clean up the coffee. bang pd nim has had someone else take the remains of the mug away and you stand up just as jungkook does both still staring at each other and you only look away when pd nim speaks. “i thought you didn’t know anything of bts?” he asked and you smile, a tight lipped smile. “i don’t.” he laughed at that and shook his head. “the boys, miss Y/L/N.” and he pointed. “this is their leader.” 

you look towards him and he holds out his hand. “kim namjoon.” he smiled slightly, and you’re instantly taken with his dimples, you’ve never seen such a thing, you nod, looking from him to to kim seokjin, then min yoongi, park jimin, kim  taehyung and jung hoseok,  lastly him. the angel. your angel. 

he, despite wanting to disappear holds his hand out to you, which you take hesitantly, waiting. if he says the name you’ve thought about for years then you just might die. you wait, fingers lightly pressed against his hand and he says it. feeling lightheaded as you wait while holding your breath because you might pass out.his voice is almost like velvet but that’s not what gets you, it’s the name. 

“jeon jungkook.”