ENTICEMENT

Chapter 1

"Can I tempt you?"

The silky words slipped into Jungkook's ear like liquid satin. He shook his head a little and turned away from the manikin in a navy suit he had been examining so he could face the speaker.

The demon before him was jaw-droppingly handsome. Taller than the average human male. Jet black hair swept up off his forehead, flawless skin of pale alabaster, luscious lips the color of a red rose in winter. A regal slope to his nose, jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His narrow shoulders were covered in an elegant black damask jacket, accented with gold thread, and long legs swathed in simple black slacks. The heels of his oxfords clicked together, buffed nearly as shiny as the demon's brown eyes.

"Kim Seokjin, custom tailor for those with the means to afford me. Welcome to my humble atelier, mister..."

"Mr. Jeon, Jeon Jungkook, it's a pleasure to meet you," Jungkook replied, forcing his voice not to tremble as he shook the demon's hand. Humble, ha .

"Mm, the pleasure is all mine."

To say that Jungkook was nervous would be an understatement. He was a young angel, only earned his wings the week previous, and he could not screw up his first mission.

The demon gave Jungkook a once over, long-fingered hand propped on a narrow hip as he tapped his chin. "You certainly seem like you have the means, and my poor boy, you are in desperate need of my services."

The angel looked down at himself. His cream suit was standard issue, complete with a red collar and gold lapel pin of a nine-pointed star. He thought it was okay, but his target clearly disagreed.

"What occasion?"

"Sorry?"

The corner of the demon's mouth quirked up in amusement. He had caught Jungkook staring.

During training, the young angel had been taught that some demons were beautiful and that they used their appearance to their advantage while carrying out their nefarious schemes. He had never met one in the flesh before though, and it came as a genuine shock. Lucifer himself was a fallen angel, it was rumored by his classmates that he was the most enchanting being in both heaven and hell. But Jungkook doubted whether the devil himself could be more beautiful than the demon in front of him.

"What occasion do you need to dress for?"

Ah, Jungkook knew the answer to that question. It had been in his briefing material. His superiors really should have included a picture, maybe he would suggest it once he went back upstairs. "Um, a black-tie wedding. One of my cousins," he replied, managing not to stutter as the demon began to pluck at his shirt collar.

"Black to a wedding, I like your cousins thinking," Seokjin said with a laugh. A throaty chuckle that edged on raspy. It sent an involuntary chill down the young angel's spine.

"Yeah, he's a fun guy. Anyway, what do you recommend that I wear?"

"Hmm. A tuxedo, that goes without saying, crisp white shirt, black dress shoes. And a bow tie, of course."

The demon's gaze swept from one of Jungkook's shoulders to the other, as if he were measuring the angel with his eyes. "You're so broad Mr. Jeon, and so tall . A tuxedo will suit you well. Come, let me show you the fabrics."

Jungkook let himself be led deeper into the shop. It was a lot larger than he first thought, oak paneled walls, copious amounts of emerald velvet and dark leather. Seokjin sat him on a wide quilted sofa and then disappeared behind a curtain with a flourish of his slim wrist.

The young angel had been hand-picked for this assignment specifically because he fit the description of the demon's preferred prey. They were always tall, broad, and dark-haired. The men were at least. From his briefing, Jungkook knew that the demon calling himself Kim Seokjin had a habit of seducing and then bribing members of the aristocracy, sometimes corrupting both parties of a relationship separately.