❝the demon's bet❞ - lee heeseung.

3

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"