❝the demon's bet❞ - lee heeseung.

9

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?"