✯Deal With The Devil✯ (IT'S BACK!)

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"Bye Amethyst." The boy said quietly, gently closing the door behind him.

"Bye Ryan." I whispered at their car, even though it was already long gone.

"Amethyst?"

I turned around with fire in my eyes.

"You. Why do you think you have control over me! You were so sweet, and nice, and gentle! Look at you now..." I muttered, crossing my arms.

"Oh Amethyst... there's a reason to everything. If you knew, you'd understand, sweets." He smiled.

"Sweets my ass." I mumbled, jogging back up the stairs.

"Don't you want to change? You've been in that outfit for two days now. It's absolutely stunning because I picked it out, trust me. I'd want to wear it all the time too."

"How humble of you." I scoffed, elbowing him and heading to the guest room.

But he just shook his head with disbelief, following me into the room.

"I stocked the closet with comfortable clothes. You're welcome~" he sang out, entering the walk-in closet and smiling.

"Impressive, Mr. Kim." I sighed.

"Call me Eric." He laughed. And it was a genuine laugh; not one of his smirks.

"Yeah... okay." I smiled back, staring into his eyes.

"Well." He said, clearing his throat after a few seconds of intense staring. "I'll let you change."

"Okay. Be in the living room, we need to seriously talk." I said.

"Whatever you say, big boss."

I changed into black ripped jeans and a white shirt, slipping my feet into the fuzzy bunny slippers in the corner of the room.

"So. We have a lot to talk about, clearly." He said, waiting for me outside the door.

"Yeah. Let's go."

We proceeded downstairs together, and sat on opposite sides of the room on long black couches. They were the type that were for decor and not comfort, so they were hard and made my back hurt.  I had to readjust my position every few minutes, so my spine wouldn't completely break.

"I get to ask questions first." I announced, as he nodded in my direction.

"Fire away."

"Who are you, how old are you, and why are you letting me stay here?"

"Well." He began, uncrossing his legs. "My name is Eric Kim, real name is Jinsoo. My age is complicated... by your standards, I'm 24 years old. And I'm letting you stay because you're my friend. Are you not?" He finished, as I nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, fair enough. But... I still have so many questions. Why did you say you were the son of the devil? That's kind of weird, to he honest." I chuckled, fidgeting with my necklace.

"I said that because I am the son of the devil. Isn't it obvious? You don't see a resemblance?" He said, his voice satire.

"Oh, shut up. Why really did you say that?"

"I have no idea. I may have been high on something." He laughed, obnoxiously winking at me. "Don't tell my devil dad, am I right?"

I rolled my eyes, letting a small smile peek through.

"Also; what happened on your date? I mean, I obviously know how it ended-"

"Hey hey, you don't know everything! Do you really think I slept with a girl I met at a shop?" He said with disgust. "You really think that lowly of me?"