Strike A Match ✓

TWELVE

"Why do you keep on appearing in these obscene dreams? Why are you here?"

The angel questions with a roughly beating heart, watching as the devil tilts his head back whilst keeping eye contact with him.

His honey-like skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat, causing it to look candied and the angel is afraid he has to withhold himself from wanting to lick up the droplet that ever so slowly trails down the side of his neck.

"Me? I could ask you the same thing, pretty. These dreams work both ways. Why do you keep me up thinking about you? It is ridiculous for someone like me to care about anything else other than karma and yet.." He quiets down at the end, the utter edge of his lip curving up in a smirk.

"The difference between you and I, is that I don't lie to my own self. I know what I want, why I want, how I want, when I want," He steps closer to the white haired, an absurdly erotic chuckle leaving his throat.

"Just admit it, little angel. You pretend you're walking up there with your head in the clouds while in reality, you long to get your pretty dovey white feathers ruffled by me." He whispers in his ear at the end, his fingertips trailing down the sides of his arms.

"Y─you're wrong.." Taehyung mumbles, yet he feels as if he's about to throw up his own heart.

"Am I, darling? You see, I haven't forgotten about the very first dream you had of me. Tears of pleasure were running down your cheeks because I just felt so, so good inside of you." He rasps, and the boy starts to tremble.

He keeps silent, eyes casting down to witness the gentle touches on his arms.

"Jeongguk?" He voices, almost inaudibly.

"Yes, pretty?" The man retorts back, tone irrationally sweet.

"Please." He says, biting on his own lip.

He can feel himself letting go.

"Please what, angel?"

"Please touch me more," He whispers in return, hating himself for saying it out loud but loving the absolute thrill of allowing it to happen. "You feel so good.."

"I am not good, little angel," The man mutters lowly, his lips almost grazing the boy's own.

"But when it comes to you, I'll be the best."

Taehyung gasps for air as he shoots upright. He jumps to his feet and starts looking around like a madman, only managing to calm down when he realises he is all alone.

He sits back down, rubbing his face with his hands in bewilderment.

That felt far too real.

Honestly, he doesn't know what to think or feel anymore.

With an exasperated sigh, he stands back up and proceeds to check what duty he is supposed to fulfill today.

Once he realises he has to watch over an assigned human, he dashes towards the main gate and lets himself plummet down the sky. He closes his eyes enjoying the cold rush, a few of his feathers escaping his wings and floating above of him down at their own pace.

Within an hour he finds himself sitting in a cafetaria in a high school with a small looking boy across from him with big, round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

He smiles softly at the sight, glancing down at the open book on the table with the toughest mathematic formulas he has genuinely ever seen.

"So who is this?"

Taehyung flinches, hitting his knee on the underside of the table and he wants to yell at himself for making it look like a chair miraculously moved by itself for a second.

Luckily, all students present were too engrossed in their own business to pick up on it.

Turning his head, the angel nervously nibbles on his bottom lip.

"This is Johnny Whitlock. A straight A' student who has ambitions to get far in life."

"Whitlock? Why does that name sound familiar?" The devil questions, rising up a brow.

"His father passed away in a tragic car accident recently. I came to retrieve him the other day, remember?" The angel sadly smiles.

Jeongguk hums in response, staring at the boy in front of him in silence.

That silence only lasted another minute however, when out of the blue a small group of broader, more muscular-looking boys appeared at their table and surrounded the other kid.

"Well if it's isn't little nerdy Johnny.. How's your dad doing? Oh that's right.. he died."

Taehyung's heart tugs, an angry expression embedded on his features as he glares at the group of boys around the scared and now crying kid.

The last straw for him was seeing a carton of milk get emptied on top of his head. He gasps, about to stand up for the poor victim when a warm hand ever so softly grasps onto his own.

"I got this." Jeongguk winks at him, and for some reason Taehyung doesn't even think twice before sitting back down.

He watches as the devil taps on the bully's shoulder, biting on his lip seeing the boy snap his head to the side.

"What?!" He exclaims, accusing the other boy next to him.

"What? I didn't do anything." He stammers.

"You're lying─"

Tap tap.

His head snaps to the other side.

"Stop that!"

"It wasn't me, I swear!"

However Taehyung shrieks out in surprise when he watches Jeongguk push one of the boys to the front, causing him to collide with the bully.

"Are you out of your damn mind?!" He roars.

"I─I'm sorry─"

The angel slaps his hand over his mouth watching the scene unfold before him when Jeongguk gives all the other boys a solid push, and suddenly they're all on the ground punching and fighting each other because 'none of them did anything.'

Turning his eyes back to the devil, he watches as his eyes turn bright red once they're set on the wet mob of hair of the victim, causing some smoke to evaporate into thin air.

Within seconds his hair has dried up.

"There," He grins, proud of himself as he sits back down.

Their orbs lock and Taehyung wears an unreadable expression.

"What? They had it coming. It's called karma." The devil smirks, tilting his head.