Jung Hoseok Oneshots

Wings

'Demon, angel, all the same thing if you go back far enough, or cut deep enough' -  Kelley Armstrong

Angels and demons are enemies. That is common knowledge. Bizarre really, how can you have angels without your demons?

They hunt each other, demons keep the wings as trophies, angels, the horns. It was a never ending game, or war, depending on which side you’re on.

Walking up the polished marble floor, your footsteps echoing eerily into the dimmed room, you ignored the pinned up art—you’d seen them many times before anyway—and approached the slender figure who was seemingly engrossed in the large painting in front of him. Standing next to him, you silently looked at his side profile, the graceful slope of his nose and beautifully tanned skin so deceiving to his character. Looking back at the busy painting, a depiction of a battle that wasn’t easy on the eyes, The Fall of the Rebel Angels, Peter Bruegel. Of course this depiction was beyond ridiculous, you were there when it happened anyway, so was the man next to you, and he seemed to share your opinion too.

"Look at this shit," he shrugged, "this is propaganda," he pointed a disapproving finger towards the canvas.

You raised an unamused brow at him.

"Why do demons always get the short end of the stick? We don’t even look like that!"

You looked down, puffing out a laugh.

"They always make us look…vile, and you guys always look so heavenly," he finished sarcastically as you rolled your eyes waiting for his next words that he always made a point of saying. "But I know the truth," his sly eyes finally gazed right at you, his knowing smirk containing both your secrets. "You’re just as ruthless."

"Did you invite me here just to be dramatic, Hoseok?" you retorted, but couldn’t help the lift of the ends of your lips.

To this, Hoseok turned his whole body to face you, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. "You know me so well," he said, lightly shaking his head. "Anyway, this isn’t the only reason I wanted to meet up, come with me."

He turned on his heel and strutted towards the exit with his usual unparalleled confidence, expecting you to follow—which you did.

You and Hoseok were unusually civil. With him being a demon and you being an angel, you were expected to stay well away from each other, unless to hunt. But you both made a pact to never hunt each other. Maybe on your part it was stupid to trust a demon, but Hoseok hadn’t tried to harm you in any way.

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"Well, this is a surprise," you exclaimed upon seeing the picnic displayed in front of you, the sight instantly made you frown— had your demonic companion become soft?

"No," he replied after seeing your expression, almost as if reading your mind. "How dare you even think that."

You laughed with him before sitting down on the blanket. Looking around you noticed it was quite a secluded area that Hoseok had picked, probably because you two shouldn’t really be seen together. As of this, you removed your jacket and allowed your true form to show. Your feathers folded neatly from your back, feeling the ends trail the blanket. You sighed contently as you felt the air ruffle your feathers, completely oblivious to the burning gaze from beside you. Hoseok had busied himself with pouring drinks, the fizzy pink beverage looking so pretty in the white china cups.

"Here," he passed the teacup along with its saucer to you before pouring his own drink. "How has hunting been this week?" he asked with a straight face, which was highly unusual for the ever smiling and flirting demon. Nevertheless you dismissed it.