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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 years ago

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Witness : 18

Ensnared

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Character(s): dark!Bucky, later dark!Steve, too

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

Summary: Just as our reader is coming to terms with her situation, things get a little more complicated.

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“You been to the shop yet?” Steve’s voice interrupted your thoughts. The moment you had gotten into his car you had zoned out. The last few days had been confusing. Ever since your car had shit out and you had been further entrapped between your keeper and the man next to you. Even two days after the fact you were still sore from Bucky’s last visit, he had been alarmingly absent in the last few days. Worse was that you found yourself wanting him to show up as thoughts of him sent ripples up your spine. He had somehow conditioned you to want him, if only physically. Your body was countered by the loathing which filled your mind; both for him and yourself.

“No, I...haven’t had a chance,” You shifted in the seat and forced your gaze from the building passing outside the window. The drives hadn’t become any less awkward, especially since Bucky had questioned you on your attraction to Steve. Sure he was a good looking guy but he was also a murderer. Much like his buddy, he was a paradox. You couldn’t deny that his eyes were gorgeous or that his muscles didn’t perfectly line his shoulders under his finely cut button-ups. “Might just look into a new car. That old one…” You trailed off, not giving much effort to finishing the sentence. You hadn’t really thought about what to do about the car.

“Well, me and Bucky leave tonight. Another mission,” He pulled into your lot, shifting into park as he spoke, “Maybe you can rent a car in the meantime...you sure you don’t wanna borrow mine? I can leave it here and catch a cab.”

“I can’t do that. You’ve already done more than you should,” You unbuckled your seatbelt, offering a weak smile, “I’ll be just fine when you’re gone.”

“Yeah,” He sighed, glancing out the windshield and back to you, his blue eyes foretold of intrigue. You tilted his head as his chest rose, a breath drawn deep as he weighed his next words. “I’ll miss these little rides...time spent with you. Alone.”

“Ah, really?” You sounded like a child. You were ready to grab your purse and go. The heat was spreading up your chest, crawling along your neck, combusting as he finally looked at you. “I should get go--”

Before you could finish, his mouth was on yours, smothering you as he pushed you against the seat. He was almost on top of you as he leaned over the console, his hand cradling your head as he caught you by surprise. He kissed you as if he would devour you then and there, your arms trapped between your bodies. You struggled against him, your squeaks confused for moans as you could barely breathe.

Finally, you managed to turn your head from him. “Steve,” You rasped, “Please, you--we can’t.” He slowly pushed himself away from you, sitting back heavily in his seat. “It’s not--not professional.” Your hand was on your chest as you tried to steady your heart. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, I--” His eyes were sharp and a smirk curved his lips, his eyes watching you close. His voice betrayed a darkness which had risen to the surface. He swallowed as he tried to suppress this carefully controlled impulse. He cleared his throat and his expression turned placid; he was suddenly the golden avenger, valiant and gentle. “I’m sorry. I just...I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. Kiss you, that is, and it got the best of me, you know?” He reached you, softly caressing your cheek, “You’re just so…” He measured his next word before he finished, “Pretty.”

“Uh,” You looked out the windshield and then the window beside you. What if Bucky was watching? What if he had seen it and thought that you had welcomed it? “It’s, I just...I don’t think it would be very well received if you and I, well, you know, we work together…”

“I understand,” He rescinded his hand and nodded. He gripped the steering wheel with his other and smiled. “I can wait. I mean this is temporary right? You have what, a couple months left? After, when you’re somewhere else, we’ll do this the right way?”

“I, uh, dunno,” You said evasively, “Really, I…” Your lip was trembling as you nervously reached down for your purse, “Ask me then and we’ll figure it out, okay?” You tried to sound calm but your voice nearly cracked as you reached for the door handle, “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem,” He seem completely unfazed by your indecisive response. “I’ll be back on Tuesday morning. Same time?”

“Sure,” You opened the door and stepped out, “Sounds good.”

“See ya then,” He chimed and you closed the door.

The moment it shut you saw his face change; that same shadow came over him and you turned away quickly. It was the same look Bucky got when he had you at his mercy. A desire so deep and dark it could not be sated. You hurried away, your paranoia fueling a hasty retreat as you feared him following you. When at last you were inside and the door locked with a buzz behind you, you caught your breath. You had to tell Bucky, but how could you explain it without incriminating yourself?

Tuesday morning. The weekend seemed to breeze by after Steve's departure though in the moment, the minutes seemed to drag by. You had replayed the scene which had unfolded in his car a thousand times and imagined that which would follow once you told Bucky. You had to tell him; those were the rules but you couldn't be sure how he would react. Maybe he'd praise you as ‘good’ for your honesty but it could be countered by remonstrance for leading Steve on. Even if it had been unintentional. You weren't the type to read too much into flirting, usually seeing it as less. This time your total obliviousness could see to your oblivion.

You had woken up early as sleep hadn't come easily. You were in no way looking forward to seeing Steve even if it did mean you wouldn't have to take the subway. Maybe you should just learn to tolerate public transport but you had tried that. There was little arguing with the super soldier. You had been so overwhelmed by his descent upon you that you had agreed to carry on the whole carpooling fiasco. You couldn't imagine it leading to anything but more trouble.

Your phone buzzed and you reluctantly scanned the lock screen. Steve's message blipped up in a floating rectangle; ‘I'm here ;)’. You swiped away the notification and grabbed your jacket. It was growing even brisker in New York and soon the autumn leaves might even blow to winter flakes. You had your purse on your elbow, phone still in hand as you locked the door. Your phone rumbled again: ‘Tonight’ was the single-word promise of Bucky. You sent it away as you had the previous message and your keys shook in your hand, jingling in reflection of your sudden anxiety. Yes, you would tell him tonight. At least if you were straightforward he might have mercy. Pfft, you smiled wryly at your hopeful thoughts as you took the stairs one at a time. Bucky was not the type to forgive easily.

Steve's car was pulled up almost right to the door, idling in a slant unconcerned with other drivers. You braced yourself for the tension which would stifle you once your opened that door. He smiled as you climbed in beside him. “Good morning,” he chimed as you balanced your bag on your lap and buckled your belt, “How was your weekend?”

“Short,” You answered, deflating under his unwavering gaze. Monday had passed uneventfully and surely this day would more than make up for the lack of bullshittery. His eyes strayed from your face, lingering on the nylon stretched across your knees. You shifted uncomfortably and tried to ignore his errant eyes. “How was your mission? If you can tell me?”

“It was a mission.” He answered dryly, finally turning his attention to the wheel and pulling out of the lot. “Lonely…” He said cloyingly, “Boring. It's almost too easy these days. These idiots Stark has us going after are like fish in a barrel.” He seemed to catch himself before he could ramble, “Well, I'll spare you the gritty details.”

A chill washed over you as a flash of the parking lot filled your mind. You bit your lip in sudden terror. This man was the same you had witnessed on that fateful night, heartlessly slaying a man for a dollar sign. You had heard the value he placed on life and it was utterly horrifying. He would have as little regard for yours if it was offered up for a stack of bills. Your chest was tight and you felt the panic rising.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve had come to red light, his hand on your shoulder as your eyes had fixed blindly on the road ahead. You shook your head, trying to ward off the fear which had overcome you.

“S-sorry, I didn't sleep very well. What did you say?” You clasped your hands on your purse strap.

“I was asking about your car. Any progress?” He didn't sound like a murderer. He almost sounded like a normal person genuinely concerned with your troubles.

“I got approved for a lease but I just gotta go to the dealership and choose a car…” You had been looking into a solution; a way out of this carpool but your mind was too frazzled to focus on anything for too long. “Still trying to decide if I want to add to my bills. I think I might just get a subway pass and wait till my life's a little more...stable.”

“Hmm,” His eyes were on the road ahead as he thought. “What if you were to stay at Stark Tower? I'm sure Pepper doesn't wanna deal with an endless line of temps and you seem to fit well.”

“I...dunno,” Your cheek twitched nervously. What excuse could you make not to stay? It was well-paying job, not too far a commute, and rather cushy if you did say so yourself. If it wasn't for the predatory super soldiers, it'd be perfect.

“I can put in a good word for you,” He offered, the shadows of the parking garage rippling over you as he pulled into Stark Tower. “Your three months would account for your probation period and then...well we could go to HR and have all the messy stuff sorted out.” He killed the engine and looked to you as he spoke, “I mean, I've been thinking of it and you and me, that's barely a conflict of interest. Tony and Pepper are married, Vision and Wanda are together, Nat and Bruce even had a bit of a fling there for a while. And you, you're not even on the team. You're a secretary. We don't really work together. Just in the same building on occasion.”

“Steve,” Your voice was whispy as if it was caught in your throat, “Woah, I… I'm flattered really but I have a lot going on right now.”

His eyes dilated for a second, his face darkened for just a glimmer, but his facade quickly resumed. He smiled. “I get it,” He nodded, “And I don't want you to rush into anything just tell me that when you are ready, you'll give me a chance.”

“Uhhh,” You stammered, trying to think of anything to escape.

“Come on, you can't deny that there's something here,” He reached over and touched your paled knuckles as you gripped your purse nervously, “Just give me a chance when the time comes. Can you do that?”

Your leg was jiggling and you forced it to stop. You nodded dumbly, desperate to get away before he could jump you again. “Fine, fine. Just not now, you know? My life is...complicated.”

“Sure,” He smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. “I can wait.”

How long would you be able to delay him with these empty promises? You suspected he wasn't the type to forget and you'd already learned that he did not take no for an answer. You stepped out of the car, ready to bolt but keeping your calm enough that you could follow Steve into the main building. You suddenly remembered Bucky and the conversation that awaited you. How on Earth would you convince him that you were being good?

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howdoyouspellepiphany · 6 years ago

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The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: 5238 words

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, mention of weed and alcohol and violence and of course, ignorant author

Note: I kind of know how Tumblr works now. Yay

Previous chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Yoongi glares at the ethereal vampire before him. He leans in forward to light a cigarette located in between his lips with the tip of his finger as his eyes never escape hers. There is a briefcase full of Korean Won that Styx had promised she’d convert his savings from Danakes to Won on the side of his foot while the two stares at each other. She has a flimsy outfit on and she clearly hadn’t been to Vivere Corp. today judging on the outfit she has on and the tiny droplets of fresh, ghoul blood on her blood red dress. The pale, much shorter vampire queen before him sits on her desk, cross-legged as she twirls her glass of human blood. Yoongi can tell the blood is expired by the smell but human blood is human blood. Expired or not, vampires still lunge at the opportunity of getting blessed by the exquisite taste.

“What do you say, Yoongi?” She asks, eyes shining red and Yoongi hates it when she thinks she can manipulate him. If Yoongi is agitated, he is doing a darn good job at masking it. He blows the grey smoke at her face and Suran makes a face. “Are you going?”

“You’re telling me that humans are selling mermaids in the underground and none of us knew about it?”

“That’s what my resource told me.” Yoongi makes a face. He doesnt know what Suran is planning but he isn’t playing along.

“Is your resource that dead ghoul’s blood on your dress, noona?” If Suran was nervous, it is evident when she quickly look down to her dress to find two patches of blood on it.

“He’s not dead yet, Yoongi.” Suran rebuts as she stresses on the last word before his name. The ghoul is darn near that status and Yoongi is very much aware of it. “You don’t have to pretend to be so virtuous in this side of the world. What matters is that everything that belongs to you are being stolen away from you. One, by one.” Suran said, putting her glass down. “And imagine if I didn’t catch that ghoul who had committed treason to you.” Suran knows it’s futile trying to convince Yoongi but she has to at least try once. “One casuality is hardly any difference.”

“A life, is still a life, noona.” Yoongi exhales again before taking a much longer drag.

“Devour and live.” Suran spits it out like venom in her mouth. “That’s the Vescor motto. That’s the motto you build this organisation on. You can’t be sorry for every life taken.”

“What was his crime?” Yoongi mumbles. He really doesn’t want to deal with Suran. She doesn’t think much of other’s lives. To her, it’s all a game of chess. One pawn down, and she takes out her horse.

“He committed lese-majesty to you, Yoongi.”

“Proof?”

“He sided with the humans to capture those mermaids!” Suran tried to keep her tone as believable as possible. If Yoongi knows the real reason why she had caught the ghoul, she would be damned.

“Did he really? He’s a ghoul. Ghouls are hardly afraid of their own food. Can you really believe that a lion is petrified of a lamb?” Yoongi stands up in distaste and throws the cigarette stick on the floor before he stomps on it. Yoongi gives the black-haired woman a glance and makes his way to the door. He makes a mental note to drag Jeongguk to Stockholm (according to Suran) where a mermaid is rumoured to be auctioned off. Yoongi was willing to let the whole fiasco with the ghoul go because he got the information he needed out of it. Suran (as always) have gone out of her way and had done more than she should have. There are times when he appreciates it.

And then there are times like this… When he absolutely despises it. He hates it when she pushes his limits and forgets where she stands. Yoongi doesnt like putting her in her place. It’s usually Jeongguk or Namjoon’s job but at their absence, he has just got to get things done himself.

“You’ve become weak.” Suran said, pushing the glass off the table as it crashes on the ground loudly. Yoongi stares at the thick blood pooling on the brown cashmere carpet as it soaks in the material. “You disgust me. I might as well pledge my loyalty to the boy with green hair.” Yoongi’s eyes turn black at the mention of a certain boy with green hair. When Suran had noticed her little slip, she quickly turned to Yoongi with a naïve wish of it being left unheard.

But that isnt the case.

Her punishment starts now.

Suran’s eyes are clouded and what she sees is no longer what she recognizes as her room in Vescor but her own personal hell. She recognizes the mansion anywhere as it crumbles down with a whip of the monster’s tail. All her senses are blocked and taken away from her. She is completely in Yoongi’s mercy and the only thing she seem to be able to hear, see and feel is the heat beneath her feet, the screams of her deceased mother, getting bitten to half; still alive by the monster Yoongi is taking the shape of.

The blackness in Yoongi’s eyes had seeped into his blood vessels around his eyes and face, turning them black too. Yoongi has never smiled before but in this form, but he’s smiling now. The smile serves as a goad to Suran, as he puts on a smile that looks eerily similar to a Glasgow smile - the one that is very much similar to how her severed little sister’s head had on. Yoongi’s tongue had turned to that of a snake as he hisses out in distaste. Yoongi’s pale, soft skin turns scaly and his horns had come out of his head. His hands had turned to claws and they are much bigger than his usual pair.

He had turned into her worst nightmare. The creature that resembles a dragon that once killed her mother in front of her when she was at a ripe and tender age of 14.

“Should I just kill you now before you commit lese-majesty to me, Shim Suran?” Even Yoongi’s voice doesn’t sound like him. It sounds cold, void of emotions – void of Yoongi.

“N-No. I would never. You know that.” Suran whispers as she chokes for air. She had royally fucked up and she knows it. “M-My loyalty is only for you.” Suran is running out of air and running out of time. Tears are welling in her eyes and her throat burns. The blood she was drinking are insanely loud thumping in her ears and if it gets any louder, she would really lose her ability to hear. When she blinks, tears stream down like waterfalls as her fingers numbly try to pry his grip from her throat but to no avail. She has never seen Yoongi so pissed before and now that she’s seen it, she’s very sure she doesn’t want to see it any time soon. She would have never thought Yoongi would use her weakness against her.

“What do you know about the green haired boy, Suran?”

“Nothing.” Yoongi tightens his grip. ‘Bullshit’, Yoongi thought. Suran rarely ever opens her mouth if she doesnt have a lead. “I’ve got a name.” She whispered before Yoongi lets his grip around her neck go. Suran drops to the floor, on the pile of blood and shards of glass. She can hardly feel the pain when the glass stuck in her skin as she cries in pain, in sadness and most of all, fear.

For the first time in her life, she fears Min Yoongi.

“Talk.” Yoongi said, in his normal voice as he crouches in front of Suran. He sees how she visibly shakes when he gets too close as she desperately tries to keep her hysteric cries in. Her vision is still clouded behind her tears as she tries to keep herself calm.

“H-He goes by many names.” Suran swallows, keeping her gaze down on the floor, fixated on the blood pooling beneath her. “What I know is that he calls himself Ji.”

Without anymore time to waste, Yoongi stands up as he straightens his jacket. “Clean yourself up and text me the location in Stockholm. I’m leaving with Jeongguk by tomorrow. And please keep in mind that I was being merciful on you. If you cross the line one more time, I won’t hesitate to kill you, Shim Suran.” Yoongi said as he left without a glance or a reply. Suran only lets out choked sobs. She knows she had fucked up and she’s scared. She’s so fucking scared.

One thing she knows is that sleeping is going to be a bitch now that she saw the creature biting her mother into half, all the while the woman was screaming to her for help.

By the time the mint-haired prince leaves Vescor, it was a little over twilight and notices how the moon has made its appearance. The stars were strewn across the vast darkening sky, forming constellations above his head. Yoongi knows what each star meant; he knew the story behind each star as he finds himself staring in disdain. Astraea, the goddess of the stars was once his history tutor. She had taught him the history of man-kind, the Divine and the Fallens. ‘The stars have seen so many things and have lived as long as I’, Yoongi remembers the silver haired goddess said as she continues unravelling the stories that Yoongi doubts are suitable for kids his age. But that’s just how Astraea has always been for the Goddess of the stars have never lied. She isnt one to sugar coat things which makes her the least favourite of all but she managed to become Yoongi’s favourite.

Other than being his tutor, Astraea had also become a story teller. Unbeknownst to those who lives under her stars or to those who lives around them, her stars tells stories differently every night. If he tried hard enough, he would have understood the story of the stars tonight but alas, the light pollution of Seoul had ruined it.

From where he is, he knew what each star is for and how they connect with each other to form shapes and figures like that stupid horse and human hybrid and the maiden, Virgo. Astraea also told him that humans, Divines and Fallens alike are all connected like the stars. They are all just stars in the vast universe, connected to form a constellation by an unseen line. It is similar to the popular Japanese belief – the red string of fate but rather than tangled threads, Yoongi prefers being another star in Astraea’s galaxy; another star to form a much more complicated constellation with a story behind it.

Despite that, the stars have never really stood out to him before for he doesn’t think they’re particularly any special. Rather than being amazed at the stars, it is Astraea whom they should be amazed at.

As Yoongi walks away from Vescor, he overheard a girl telling her lover that she has never understood the stars before until she meets her girlfriend, tracing the freckles on her lover’s cheeks. The other girl had giggled shyly, a warm pink surrounding the pair of lovers. “Your freckles have now formed the constellations of my love.” She said before giving her girlfriend a kiss on the lips. Yoongi doesn’t have anything against same sex lovers but if the lover claims that her girlfriend’s freckles form the constellations of her love, then her love resembles Cetus. He left the pair of lovers be and walks off.

He doesn’t understand the whole stars concept and why humans have the need to ‘fathom them’. They can barely see the stars with all this light pollution and neither can they make out constellations so how can the stars ever be fathomed? They are missing yet another extraordinary story Astraea is trying to tell them from above.

They are but a ball of gas lightyears away from Earth. They could be scattered all the way around the 9 realms that surround them and he still thinks its shit.

Rather than the stars, the ruby earrings he’s going to buy for Jin as a gift of reconciling are much prettier.

And so, Yoongi had ended up buying the ruby earrings for Jin and a sapphire necklace for a particular boy whose smile makes his eye disappear into small crescent behind his cheeks.

But when the prince got home, he had changed his mind and gave the sapphire necklace to his little brother instead.

“You got me a gift?” Jeongguk asks, bewildered. It isnt like Yoongi had never spoiled him with gifts before. Instead, Yoongi had given Jeongguk mountains of jewellery – jewellery that came from the finest stones of Infernum some of which Yoongi doesn’t wear. It isnt a secret that his little brother likes being pretty. It isnt a secret that Yoongi likes watching his little brother being all pretty wearing the stones he gave him. But this time, it’s different for the mint-haired prince had bought Jeongguk a very expensive, very much not what Jeongguk would wear – a sapphire necklace. It freaked the younger out. Nevertheless, Yoongi knows that Jeongguk will keep it on anyways.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want to do with it. I don’t care.”

“For whom did you originally buy it for?” Yoongi keeps quiet as he hands the other box to Namjoon who is on his supercomputer with his glasses on.

“Give this to Jin-hyung wont you?” The prince said as he lays on the floor. Yoongi has been walking all around Seoul for the right type of stone and quality to buy for his best friend. He knows that if he were to buy Jin a pair of shitty quality ruby earrings, the latter would have thrown the gift away, thinking it was an insult on Yoongi’s side and that’s the last thing the prince wants.

“Yoongi-hyung! Tell me!” Yoongi groans at the sparkly eyed Jeon jeongguk.

“Stop being a nosy brat and fuck off.” The oldest demon said without much venom to it. “Anyway, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m obviously helping out at ‘Bunga’ tomorrow. Jesus knows how Hoseok-hyung has been putting up.” Jeongguk laughs mainly to himself as the younger disappears to the kitchen.

“Accompany me to Sweden tomorrow.”

“Why?” Jeongguk asks in the kitchen as he presses the button on the kettle and the sound of water boiling fills the house.

Namjoon stopped working for a while as he stares at the computer screen. “Guk-ah!”

“Yes, Namjoon-hyung?” The younger is rummaging the cabinet for some ramyeon. When the younger found it, he smiles in victory.

“Are you makng ramyeon?”

There is a small silence as the younger hesitated on answering. When he realises it’s futile to lie to his brothers, he answers with a dejected sigh. “Yes.”

“Make some for me.” Jeongguk stares at the 5 packet-ramyeon in his hands and frowns. He had planned to eat all 5 alone long before he had gone to the Mediterranean and long before the two came back from Infernum.

“No.”

“Come on, kid. Please.” Namjoon had resumed working as he got into the deep web, finding for information brokers that may help him and Jackson find a boy with green hair.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Just make him the god damn ramyeon.” Yoongi had been listening quietly to the conversation and he was getting frustrated. He wants some too.

“Do you want one too?” Jeongguk grumbles from the kitchen, mumbling something incoherently under his breath.

“Not if you put in weird ass things.” Jeongguk was about to put in the liver of a human who has never drank or taken any drugs he bought at a high price on his way back from the Mediterranean. He wraps it properly and hid it in the back of the freezer, hopefully his elder brothers don’t realise it.

The first time the two older demons had asked the younger to make ramyeon for them, the younger had put in human teeth, eye balls, and a few other unidentified organs into the ramyeon for ‘extra flavour’.

‘Kid’s got issues.’ Yoongi said once to Namjoon, pushing the bowl away. Yoongi has never been one to be fond of organs. Especially not human organs.

‘We need to make him stop hanging out with Suran-noona.’ Namjoon thought, pushing the eyeball around in the ramyeon as they watch the younger gulp down his portion of the ramyeon. Namjoon had stabbed the eye out as he licks his lower lip in delight. The kid at least gave him a blue coloured eye.

“I won’t. I’m over that phase. Although I might put in those blue eyes Namjoon-hyung likes.” Yoongi stopped talking. He knows how much Namjoon likes the sweet blue eyes and he couldn’t bring himself to say no to even that.

Ah, Jeon jeongguk had truly grown. Much selfless now than when he was still a little brat.

“Gukkie, surely you’ve heard of a mermaid.” Yoongi answers, his arm over his eyes.

“It’s just a rumour, hyung. Surely you don’t believe it. How can humans capture the mermaid so easily? They swim fast and are stronger than 3 men combined.” Jeongguk asks from the kitchen. “They’ll get out on their own. They’re strong enough to bend steel. Even Jin-hyung aren’t strong enough to do that.”

“It isnt a rescue mission, Guk.” Yoongi said as he makes a face. That’s not what they’re going for. “Suran told me that the said kidnapped mermaid is the only eye witness to the huge massacre of the People of Poseidon a week ago.” Yoongi hears a soft ‘ah’ from the kitchen. Surely jeongguk must have caught up. His main goal isnt rescuing a damsel in distress. His main goal to find out who the little fuck who had gone out of his way to lay a hand on the People of Poseidon. And if the mermaid cooperates, he will let her go but if she refuses, then Yoongi has no business with her and what happens afterwards is free game.

“Yeah, okay. I can get it done.” Jeongguk said and almost immediately, Yoongi hears his little brother calling someone on the phone. The blonde young demon didn’t have to wait long. His call is picked up by the first ring and a sharp ‘yes’ is heard.

“It’s me. We’re coming.” Jeongguk said in Swedish fluently and he had hung up the same time the kettle went off.

Yoongi finds himself awake still awake on the floor of the living room where he had originally laid on as soon as he got home. He is aware of the water dripping noisily onto the dirty dishes jeongguk had promised to do after they had done eating a few hours ago. The said demon is deep asleep, still wearing the sapphire necklace Yoongi had given him earlier. Namjoon is snoring at this point, the light from his computer is the only light source in the room apart from Seoul’s light seeping into the room.

He doesn’t know why it feels very nostalgic to hear water dripping as he lays on the cold floor. It feels like he has been in this position for so many times it feels like his body is accustomed to feeling like that. And all of a sudden, his heart beat increases. It feels like someone is coming, someone is watching him and someone is out to hurt him.

But who?

He is the most powerful one. He is the prince of Infernum. Who dares to come up against the prince of darkness himself? He is Hades’s son. His very name elicits fear and his presence smother people.

Yoongi pulls himself into a sitting position and the first thing he sees is the brown piano next to the balcony. It feels like the moon is goading him for the shine on the run-down piano seems to be more prominent than any other surface in the area. He suddenly feels a sense of loss and want and things he doesn’t understand anymore. He has never felt this way before so why is he feeling all this gush of emotions all at once at a time like this.

He runs his fingers through his mint hair in frustration. “Ah fuck.” The demon gathers himself off the floor and makes his way to the door without his jacket. He isnt sure what he wanted but he knows he needs to get out from the house. It makes him feel smothered to be in that house. The piano, the floor, the water dripping. Everything. It feels too real to be an imagination and too vague for it to be a memory.

Yoongi found himself buying some alcohol and some weed he had bought from a pusher at an incredibly high price for such a shitty grade for an equally shitty excuse of it being a weekend. He had rolled it himself and lighted it up as he walks towards the Hangang Park with the bottle in hand and a smoke in between his lips. He had wanted to just release some air and hopefully to be alone but what he find are couples snuggling into each other. It’s at least 2 in the morning and humans are still up and about. If only they know the other creatures lurking in the night, waiting to devour them.

He did find it, at a place where there’s hardly any lights around and away from the Han River. He had finished his second smoke and was rolling a third joint when he came across a remote area from the noisy park filled with light and sight pollution.

What he didn’t expect is to find a pink-haired boy with in a blue wool sweater on the bench, sitting with his legs near his chest as he stares up in the sky. Yoongi wants to approach him but how does he do that without looking like a creep? There isnt a better way to do so and he thought he’d just find another place. Besides, it’s not smart to be in a place where there isnt anyone around them as witness. Yoongi would have lost control at Jimin’s scent considering he hasn’t been sleeping around after Ken had turned to Jimin that night.

To Yoongi’s surprise, just as he was about to turn around and leave, a figure whose existence he hasn’t noticed coughed a tad bit loudly, meeting Yoongi’s steel blue eyes in fear before scrambling away. And this time, those deep blue eyes are swimming in fear when he notices that yoongi had noticed him in the same sweater from earlier and the spots of dark red only deepens. The boy with dark blue eyes only gave one look at the pink-haired boy before leaving his spot behind the thick bushes that the park provides. Yoongi couldn’t help but notice that the boy is paler than this morning. What happened to him in a short period of time? Why isnt he in Aphrodite?

Yoongi wanted to leave along with the boy when Jimin turns around to find the mint-haired prince with a surprised look before fading into a soft smile. Although the face he has on is a friendly one, his eyes are searching – wondering. When the pink-haired boy’s brown eyes finally meet his, he gave Yoongi a more honest smile – a smile that’s different from all the times he had on when he was in the café. It feels sincere, raw and Jimin. It didn’t meet his eyes but at least it reflects the emotions he was feeling. When his usual white turns to a melancholic blue, Yoongi replies his smile and clears his throat. What was Yoongi supposed to do? Leave? The prince lights the joint in between his lips using a lighter he brought around for show as he exhales out a puff of smoke.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Jimin said and Yoongi scoffs, sitting next to the pink-haired boy on the bench. He takes a deep drag and exhales away from Jimin and before he can throw it on the ground and stomp on it, Jimin had taken it from his grasp and places it in between his lips. “It’s puff, puff pass.” The boy mumbles as he takes a puff and exhales as he watches how the grey smoke fade into the night sky. The effects must have slowly kicked in after he finished the joint by himself whilst the prince watches with the corner of his eye. “Why are you here at this hour?”

“Wish I could ask you the same question.”

“Too bad I asked you first, right?” Jimin said teasingly as he takes in the final drag and throws it on the ground and stomps it with the heel of his Converse. Yoongi smirks at the reply as he shrugs.

“I couldn’t sleep. It feels smothering to be in the house.” The prince had leaned into the bench and looked up in the sky to find stars shining over their heads. It’s much easier now to see the stars without the artificial lights blinding it.

Jimin nods in response. When he opens his mouth, Yoongi prays that the younger doesn’t give his insight. He doesn’t want a reply or a response on how they’ve been there and try to make it better. He just couldn’t sleep. It’s not that deep. And his prayers must have been heard by someone because Jimin had replied the answer to his question. “I am waiting for someone.”

‘Ah, that’s why he was looking for someone when he saw me.’ Yoongi stays quiet, not wanting to press on the matter. If he wants to talk, he will.

“I used to have a best friend,” Jimin starts, staring into the sky too. “we used to meet each other here every night at 2. It was the time when it was the calmest and this is the only place in Seoul where the stars can be seen.” Yoongi wonders if the best friend Jimin was waiting for was already there but for some reason flee away when his cover was blown.

“Does he ever show up?” Yoongi asks and Jimin shakes his head.

“At this point, I’m just hoping. I mean I’ve been waiting for years. He never once showed up. I guess he thinks I’m mad.” Jimin chuckles before his lips form a thin, grim line. “I am still mad but he’s my best friend.” Yoongi stays quiet as he wonders what the best friend had done to make such a sweet person like Jimin mad. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” He apologises with an awkward laugh and Yoongi looks at him. He’s not sorry. The both of them knows it as the human boy reaches out for his cheek and strokes it backwards till his fingers find his nape.

“It’s fine. If there’s something you want to vent, let it out. The stars will keep them safe and I’ll remember it.”

“Stars.” He said, running his fingers through his pink locks. When he breathes out and the wind gently blows, Yoongi’s nose caught on an extra substance that he has been ignoring. The smell of booze. Jimin has been drinking. But of course, his scent masks it out easily. Yoongi had to control his breathing and not breathe in too much. He might get intoxicated in Jimin’s scent and that won’t be the wisest thing to let happen. “I guess that’s what he is.”

By the end of the night, Yoongi had concluded that Jimin is the sun, his ex-boyfriend is the moon and the best friend is the stars.

It was a tale of love, friendship and heart break.

The two couple are the sun and the moon that lights up everyone’s sky, who loves each other so dearly, their love blinds all; including themselves. They love hard and fast but fate had been cruel to the pair of lovers.

It is never up for debate that Jimin is the one who had given the moon its light – the warmth, the euphoria and love. In turn, before, the moon had reciprocated his feelings as well.

And then sun had given another gift to moon; one that he regrets forever.

He had given moon his stars.

He had introduced the moon to the stars and all of a sudden, the moon was seen with the stars and they’re the duo that lights everyone’s dark days.

And there’s no longer light and love in the moon’s gaze. Only burnt out love and a forgotten passion for the stars that had become his new sun.

Yoongi had watched how Astraea’s stars had moved according to the story and he knows at the back of his mind the goddess had accounted the story told by the boy next to him. It was a secret shared by only the three of them and the rest are being swept by the wind so no one will ever know.

It was dawn when Yoongi walk Jimin back home.

The younger had let Yoongi walk him home with his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, making the prince lose his grip on his thin thread of control a couple of times before he held onto it twice harder. Yoongi isnt sure why he refuses to just take what he wanted. He has always been good at that. He could have just kidnapped the pink-haired boy and do whatever the fuck he wanted to do to him but for some reason, he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to hurt Jimin. It may be because he reminds him of his best friend, Yaksoku or he makes great coffee. He doesn’t know which but he’s not going to hold back the moment Jimin asks for it.

“We’re here.” Yoongi mumbles, nudging the younger boy a little.

“Can we walk around the complex again?” Jimin asked and Yoongi really couldn’t say no despite walking around the complex and taking a few detours for the third time now.

“You need to sleep.”

“But I feel safe and warm with you. Besides, the necklace always showed me pretty colours when it’s around you.” Jimin whines.

“I thought it freaked you out.”

“It’s pretty.” Jimin yawns. “Can we please walk around one last time?”

“Alright, one more time and I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” Jimin wasn’t lying. He really thinks the colours the necklace shows are pretty. By this time, he already has a few favourite ones. Jimin isnt an idiot. He is far from that. He had been the class president throughout the years he was in high school and had always managed to get nothing less than 90% on his tests. He knows that no matter how weird it is, the necklace somehow is connected to Yoongi. It doesn’t make any sense to him and Science couldn’t be used to explain it but he remembers vaguely that Yaksoku had told him that the necklace was given to understand her friend better but when did Yoongi ever gave her the necklace? She had it on even before he stayed with her.

When Yoongi nudges him again, Jimin pouts and looks up to the male. “Keep your promise.” Yoongi said and Jimin stays quiet as he scans Yoongi’s features. The man before him couldn’t be a day over 30 so why is the necklace reacting so much with him? Maybe he was wrong and the necklace isnt reacting to Yoongi. It was probably someone else. “Jimin?” Yoongi calls out, frowning.

Jimin wanted to try the hypothesis but maybe later when they’re more acquainted with one another. “Will you be coming to the Promise Café today?” Jimin asks and Yoongi flashes the human his infamous gummy smile as he ruffles Jimin’s hair.

“I’ll drop by.” Yoongi promises and Jimin feels a nostalgic warmth creeping up in his heart.

“I’ll take that as a promise to make you a banana chocolate milkshake and a cup of coffee.” Jimin smiles as the prince mumbles an ‘ok’ as he stays put and watches the pink-haired boy walk into his meagre apartment.

Yoongi was about to leave when Jeongguk had called his phone.

“Hyung, we have a problem. Styx-noona had reached out to me in a hurry. The New Rule of Infernum had walked into the castle and he has an army with him.”

Chapter 6

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