❝the demon's bet❞ - lee heeseung.

10

The night was dead quiet, enough to hear the devil in question gulp harshly. To say he was flustered was an understatement. He wanted to consent to it. Was it wrong? Possibly, recalling Sunghoon's words, he could confirm the blond was right.

Yet it didn't matter right now because what was wrong felt right.

You pressed a swift chaste kiss to his lips, setting the two on fire, molding them into one figure. You move, breathily whispering in his ear, sending chills down his spine. You whispered the contents of your deal to him.

You allow yourself down, toes aching from upholding your body. Standing on the palm of your feet, you bear-hugged the demon, yawning sleepily, the situation seeming all too familiar.

The demon wished he hadn't heard the contents of your deal, hoping the time between the two could last longer. Your words and actions differed. Holding onto the false hope that'd it change, that maybe you realize what he felt when he hadn't himself till now.

He carried you on his back, walking back into the venue as you slept soundly, unaware of your prior motions. The demon boy let her friends know of your departure and began to leave.

He would've strode out the door without batting an eye anywhere else. However, why did he stand before the one who shattered your heart? Why did he plummet a punch to his jaw while the other didn't counter?

He watched as the boy spoke ill mannerly of y/n, making his blood boil, so he trod to him and loaded a punch, "keep her name out of your mouth," he clamored as the audience collectively gasped.

Will Smith—

Heeseung slammed the main door shut, opting to walk you home because he required time to sort out his thoughts. A sigh fled his lips. The demon had quite a lot on his plate at the very moment.

Advancing to the front door, he rang the bell though time clocked to midnight. The door panned, revealing one of lucifer's best men. The boy hadn't realized that y/n's father, Jiheon, was one of the best.

"come in, heeseung," Jiheon said, pivoting to the side and allowing the demon to enter inside. "how've you been, sir?" heeseung anxiously initiated. He hadn't seen the reputed devil in years since his abeyance.

"fine, it felt like a nice break," he spoke, staring at his daughter, who, heeseung had placed onto the couch, fast asleep. "what about you," he inquired, returning the query to him.

"i'm okay, i've made steady progress," the silk-shirted voiced, eyes darting around, apprehensive at the sudden occurrence. Jiheon hummed, "I can see that you've made it to the highest," heeseung responded while curtly nodding along.

"my daughter's quite a handful, isn't she? maybe I should've told her earlier," he spoke, mumbling the last part, "no, she has a lot on her mind, sir," heeseung answered, his gaze fleeting to your slumber state.

"a lot on her mind? can I suppose you might be contributing to those thoughts," Jiheon conveyed, quirking his eyebrow and chuckling. He sighed, continuing to the matter at hand.

"she's been avoiding me these days, though I know it is my fault," he paused, spilling his worries to the much younger, "just don't break hurt her, heeseung," he finished, patting the boy on the shoulder, strolling away.

"sir, how—" the inexperienced demon trailed off, wide-eyed, stirring a laugh from Jiheon. "it's written all over your face. i was once just like you," he said, a small smile prevalent on his lips.

The raven-haired watched as the older strode into his room, "goodnight, sir," he said, picking up the asleep girl in his arms, up to her room, and onto her mattress. He placed her in the comfort of her covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "goodnight, princess."