The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|33| Little bit of a pickle

Chapter 33: Little bit of a Pickle

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WARNING: Mild (lol don't be hopeful yet) Mature Content and Gore Content.

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Jungkook exhaled softly, his eyelids slowly parting.

He stared at the mirror above him, his reflection piercing- like it always would.

He blinked, raising his hand overhead, ofcourse it was detailed the way its supposed to be.

But Jungkook knew it better, from the very moment, that the sight, was all but a dream- an enchantment.

Jungkook couldn't recall anything specific he'd come across to trigger an enchantment upon himself.

(A/N: enchantments are dream-like landscapes that depict a fragment of their desires. Its casted by an object or a being or purely based on intuition of a foreboding.)

Yes- there indeed was a person who he suspected in the back of his head that was no where a mortal with whom, he'd crossed paths several times... but Jungkook decided to ditch the idea.

There was no reason to fret over it.

Its not like that person could willingly step in front of him eitherway- unless, ofcourse, death is what he wanted.

Besides.... he's being taken care of already- so Jungkook didn't want to dirty his sleeves.

Maybe it was his carefree personality was what gave an impression he was an absolute fool.

But that can't be all for the King of Hell, now could it?

Jungkook was more than what he showed and despite the insinuations he had no intention of changing anything about himself-

After all... there was no man a greater fool, than calling the Devil himself, a fool.

Jungkook groaned a little, not liking the way the enchantment had turned his auspicious dark ceiling into a sparkling metallic warm gold.

It wasn't like Jungkook was an emo or anything-

It just pissed him off that the reflection off of his mirror wasn't the only thing stabbing him in the eyes as of for the moment.

If the enchantment really had to put him in his own bedroom that had a make-over with nothing else enchanting about it- Jungkook swore to curse the next five generations of the enchantment.

What even is the point of being stuck in a bedroom with nobody else in it?!?!?

A get away to Las Vegas sounded more like an enchantment that Jungkook would have thoroughly enjoyed.

Jungkook let out an irritated sigh, ready to snap himself out of the enchantment- a technique, that he alone knew how to exercise... but his actions paused just as his eyes skimmed to the figure that stepped into the room.

A shimmering stygian band with gold engravings stood out on the figure's forehead- a metal, no different than the Devil's own blade, Caelesti.

The translucent white cloth draped down the slender torso, tan limbs and chest teasing through but not enough to savor it.

Although, it wasn't the long-abandoned crown of a pair down in his realm and nor was it the mourning robes, that stunned Jungkook to his bones, rather it was the person that had appeared in his enchantment.