Once Upon A Dream | Jackson Wang x Reader

05 The Sigil

Your fingers caressing the mark and tracing it before running slowly up Jackson's arm. As your fingers move up, the mark moves as well.

A burning sensation roaming up Jackson's arm as the carved sigil creeps higher and higher.

"I'm sorry for the pain," You mumbled.

You're watching Jackson's attractive face flinch as he tries to ignore the burn when your fingers move the sigil up his bicep, over his shoulder, and then to his sturdy and sexy chest.

You stopped. Your hand pressed firmly to Jackson's chest as you lean forward, stealing a kiss once again from his open mouth.

He startles slightly. Next thing he knows, your kiss distracts him from the pain as your soft lips press into his.

Jackson deepens his kiss. He wraps a hand in your black locks as he nips your bottom lip, tugging teasingly on the piercing there. And now your hand is trapped between the two of you, stuck to Jackson's muscular chest where his heart races beneath your hand.

When he pulls away, you whimper, not quite ready for the kiss to end. Jackson's hand moves to yours, lifting your fingers off of his chest, and setting your hand aside.

He lifts the neckline of his shirt, looking down to see the sigil carved into his left pec muscle. Then he looks up at you, cocking a brow curiously as you meet his gaze with your inquisitive emerald eyes.

"Why there?" Jackson asks. His raspy and sexy voice slightly breathy with the desire he barely restrains.

Again, you just smile.

"They don't look for them there. Like you said," You chimed. Your long elegant fingers creeping their way back up Jackson's torso, drawn to the mark you made.

"But on my chest? Why there?" The hazelnut-haired wizard repeats.

And you just shrug, not wanting to admit that you placed it there so your mark is left on Jackson's heart, that even when it is burnt or fades away, he will not forget the seductive demon that he summoned.

"Now... The mark is moved already to your chest. What else would you like from me, Master?" You asked. You're licking your lips when Jackson's gaze instinctively goes there.

Actually, it would be so easy for Jackson to lean forward and kiss you again. It would be so easy for him to take your inviting bottom lip between his teeth and torture you senselessly. Instead, the young wizard slides you off his lap and stands, surprising you at the withdrawal.

"I want nothing from you right now. Think I just need some sleep," Jackson says. His dark eyes are cold as he looks down at you.

You wince from the infernal pain burning through your veins, though you try not to show it. Yet, you just flash Jackson a smirk instead.

"That's fine. Go ahead and take a good rest. You may sleep," You purr, sliding to the far side of the bed and tapping next to him.

"Alone. I always sleep alone," Jackson demands. Those cold words cause more pain to rush through your veins. You ignore the sensation before standing so you're right in front of Jackson. Now you're just a few inches shorter than the hazelnut-haired wizard.

"You shouldn't summon demons if you want to remain alone. Despite what many think, they still feel. They still have opinions and wishes and desires. And you ignoring my existence is really starting to piss me off," You hissed before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Jackson reaches for you again. His fingers pass through the deep green emerald smoke before he sighs. His hand clenched into a fist.

"Great. Just fucking great," He curses, slamming his fist into the wall before yanking the shirt over his head.

Jackson went to the cracked mirror hanging haphazardly in the corner of the room. He looked into it and noticed the demon sigil glowing brightly on his sturdy and broad chest.

He lightly touches it as he huffed. There was a strange and weird glimpse of feeling in his chest, it feels like a fraction of affection-

Jackson was startled as the mark burned his finger almost instantly. He hisses and pulls his hand away, glaring at the mark in the mirror.

"Stupid demon," The young man grumbles as he yanks his blue jeans off. He collapses into bed as fatigue seeps through him.

Jackson tried to sleep, but he couldn't help. The young man finds his mind wandering to you.

"What the hell was she blabbing about? Do demons really feel? I only assumed they followed the commands of their masters..."

Jackson thinks before sighing and rolling onto his side. He stares out the grimy soot-covered window across the way, his view speckled with brick, skyscraper outlines, and several twinkling lights from the buildings beyond.

The sun had set some time ago. And now the dark night sky has engulfed the entire gloomy city. A smog plume rushed past his window, and the young man huffed again.

Jackson hates it here.

He hates the rules and regulations yet this is the only place that he's ever known. It's the only city he's ever lived in.

"Were there really other worlds and planes and dimensions out there? Were multiverses real?"

His Master, Mark Tuan, said that demons come from the infernal plane. So that must mean others exist as well, right?

"And if so, how many have Eve Lilith seen? How many times have you been summoned to seduce 'your masters'?"

That question causes a weird knot to tighten in Jackson's gut. He grunts in annoyance. His mouth instantly curling into a frown even though he has no right to be jealous, if that is what this feeling is...

"Are you curious about me? I can show you if you wish..." Your deep and sensual voice heard in the darkness. It's ringing loud and clear in Jackson's mind as the young man lays on his bed.

He subconsciously reaches to his chest, touching next to where the mark is burned into his skin, thinking about if he truly cares.

"Should I listen to the demon and trust her? Either way, she probably has something interesting to show me."

"Please. I want to know your past," Jackson says aloud before a plume of green smoke wraps around him. The smoke covered his eyes for a moment then blinded him completely.

Jackson fights down his panicking urges. Instead, he focuses on the other sensations around him. His body still lays on the bed, yet when his vision clears, he can tell he's no longer in his room in an abandoned warehouse in Dongdaemun.

Now he's dazzled by bright sunlight bouncing off crisp water. In front of him, stands two people.

One man dressed in a blue and gold blazer with a royal insignia embroidered in the pocket, and crisp clean white pants. And the other is a smaller female with common and humble cotton clothes, the sleeves rolled up to expose small demonic marks.