BTS X Reader - Scary / Supernatural Imagines

Satan's Son

An exaggerated groan leaves my mouth as I pull myself up and trot out of my room, down the hallway. I go down the stairs and make my way to the kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the tap. Taking a sip I turn to make my way back to my room but I bump into a taller figure. I cough up some of the liquid and drop the glass of water, I close my eyes waiting for the crash but I don't hear anything. I slowly peak open my eyes and start to hyperventilate and shake. I can't move. It's almost as if something is controlling my body. I couldn't yell either. I finally look up at the figure I had run into. Soft blonde hair, sickly pale skin, evil dark eyes and a devilish smirk. His presence alone made me feel off like he was truly demonic and his aura... sinister. My eyes make their way down to his hand. He was holding the glass of water.

"Well, this isn't how I had been picturing..." His low voice echoed through my kitchen, sending chills down my spine. 

"W-what?" I mustered up all my strength and courage to speak.  He looked me up and down and laughed.

"Right, how rude of me. Min Yoongi," He reached his hand out to me. "Satan's son." The man looked me dead in the eyes with a straight face.

"T-The de-devil isn't r-real." A loud cackle sounded throughout my empty house from his throat. His hand dropped to his side. I just continued to stand there, my feet had been restricted by some force.

"Oh, believe me, honey. The devil is real and he is a fucking cunt. You do not want to find yourself anywhere near my dad or he'll tear you up. He has a whole section of hell for your family. There's quite a lot of your ancestors down there. Burning." He ended with another loud and evil laugh. 

As I'm standing there in shock I close my eyes to think about the situation. Late at night, alone in the house, a little high on painkillers, tired as fuck. Hey, this could be a dream? Like one of the lucid dreams or some other shit like that that people talk about? Let's test that theory. I gather up the energy and push against the force holding me down to grab my glass of water out of the man's hand. I have a solid grip on the glass and my eyes travel from my hand to his eyes. He stares back at me with a look on his face like he's curious to what I'll do next. I attempt to pull the glass from him but he doesn't budge. I pull again. Somehow he's decided to play a rough game of tug of war with me as he pulls the glass so hard resulting in me... in his arms.

"Can I have my water back?" I'm confident at this point that this is all inside my head so I have no fear asking calmly for my drink.

"What's the magic word?" He whispers, so close to my face that I can feel his breath on my lips.

"Please?" He blinks back at me before completely disappearing. 

I stumble back a little at the loss of contact since he was kind of holding me up with his hand on my hip and the other on the glass. Not to mention the force that suddenly left when he did. I go to put my lips to the glass hoping that the drink will probably wake me up before realising that my once clear and thin water was now a burgundy and thick liquid. My face scrunches up at this and I turn back to my sink pouring the contents of the glass out. Turning on the tap with the intention of rinsing out my cup to refill it, the same dark red liquid leaves the faucet. I never normally get angry at people but I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me as I know that this was technically me fucking up my own dream. Maybe playing along could be fun?

"MIN YOONGI!" I screamed, really angry that I couldn't peacefully prepare a glass of water for myself.

"You called?" He appeared beside me leaning against the kitchen counter.

"What the fuck, dude? Let me drink." A smirk grew on his face that I'm surprised I'd describe as hot. It's kind of funny actually; him being the 'Son of Satan' whilst also being hot as fuck. You would hope that was the case anyway but... it's just fun that it is.