King Dice x Reader Oneshots |DISCONTINUED|

Dance with a Grim Reaper

Well, Another one! Yay! A KD x Grim reaper!Reader...

Anyways, this is story is based on another Korean Drama(WHY DO I GET GREAT INSPIRATION FROM KDRAMAS??) that was amazing and sad lol.
Enjoy this lit story...:3

Narrator's POV

Being a grim reaper is not that difficult, all you have to do us to go to the river Styx to guide the poor souls that left their bodies. Thank goodness there is such thing as this river, a bridge between land and hell. You often feel sorry for those souls who died in such tragic ways. From suicide to murder, they deserved to go to heaven, but they committed grievous faults. They have no choice but to accept their fate. The weird thing about yourself is that you would always entertain them with weird facts or even jokes. Monsters from Hell were sometimes asked you why are being kind to them, which you replied because you were kind before you died.

How you became a grim reaper was just simple origin to explain easily. You died because someone killed you, for you killed 10 people that were giving death threats. Since you're a wealthy person, you became a grim reaper. When a royalty or wealthy person died in any ways,and they committed deadly sins, they will live again as grim reapers. You actually enjoyed this job, even though it's kinda boring. One day, after guiding two couples who died due to homicide, one of those demons quickly gave  you a envelope, "From the Devil himself!" He quickly said, and bowed fast with a nervous smile. You opened the envelope, and unfolded the red paper. It was written in golden ink, and the cursive writing was beautiful. It probably took hours to achieve this. You looked at the demon, who was looking down with embarrassment, "You are dismissed." You sweetly replied, and he bowed once again & immediately walked fast to the other side, "An invitation? I thought everyone is invited? How suspicious." You said to yourself, after reading the whole invitation.

You went to your room, chose the appropriate attire for tonight's party. You chose a black tux, and your favorite accessory: A black fedora hat with no design. People don't understand why it's necessary though. Your answer is always because it's your favorite hat since you're young & alive. You changed your short dress into the black tux. People never seen you in any pants or top. Only in your skimpy clothing. The good thing you will always wear your black jacket during your jobs. You took your black coat from your closet, and wore your normal shoes that you often wear whenever you're outside from hell just to obviously guide souls. You went outside from your room, and unlocked your door. You don't have to wear makeup though, for you don't have anyone to look good. Well, some monsters & ghouls perhaps admired your body, thanks to your short dress...

The party was all surrounded by drunk idiots, and more people gambling their souls. You don't have any sadistic side, but you often laughed in secret due to their stupidity, but also pity them. There's nothing you can do except watch them with pity that is not obvious. You decided to the dancefloor, just to observe people. You are not into dancing, even though people asked you to dance with you. You always refuse their offer, only for them to feel guilty, or mad. You don't mind their reactions though. You went to the corner to avoid interaction. You looked down to avoid eye contact, when suddenly, "My, My~ Th' Grim reaper decided to join th' party~" A charming & masculine voice. You looked up, and saw the die man himself. He was wearing his usual lavender tuxedo, except has a small  pin on his left collar. You immediately looked down, all slightly red. You died a single lady, and you had experiences with men being too arrogant or rude freaks. And the good thing is that you were able to avoid them: By not socialize or even walking with your good friends. 

"Yeah...I'm in a party." You replied with a nervous smile, while still avoiding contact. The music was a energetic & a bit fast jazz, creating a hilarious chaos in the dancefloor. You really wanted to laugh, but not at this moment though, "W-well, I-I need to go now." You whispered loud enough so he can hear you. You walked away to the opposite side, "H-hey, (Y/N)." KD sternly said, and the weird thing is that he never called you by your name. He would call you sweet nicknames. From "Flower" to "Darling." And you really hate them that you wanted to slap his face, but you don't wanna kill him right? "Shall we dance~?" You turned yourself to face in front of KD, and he offered his gloved right hand. You were hesitant at first. He's probably tricking you, or something else suspicious. You took his hand, & he grinned that made you almost nosebleed.

++Time Skip with both of you dancing through the run rhythm++

"To be honest, it's weird that you didn't die when you're dancing with me." You suddenly whispered, and trying to contain your laughter. It's a joke when your friend was holding hands with you, for walking around. KD suddenly laughed suddenly, for he got your joke. You then laughed softly, still waltzing with him, "Hey, KD. I enjoyed this night with you." You said with small smile & your face became a dark shade of red, "I, as well enjoyed the night with doll like ya' " He replied with a smirk while playing your hair. The night lasted long, and it all started from a waltz with the manager.

"Wh't kind of hat is that? I've nev'r seen that before." KD suddenly asked while sitting beside you in the bar, "It's fedora hat, sir. I just love this hat since I'm a young child." You replied in a monotone voice, "I thought that's for men." He politely replied with a small grin on his face, "I told you it's my favorite hat." You said while taking your hat from your head, and admiring the texture and plain color. You smiled to yourself, for the hat reminded you of parents giving you this hat as a present, "Are ya' sure ya' don't need any design?" He suddenly asked while getting a bit closer, "Y-yeah. I'm sure, KD." You quickly replied, just to avoid him getting more close to you. Thank goodness he got farther from your face, gaining his posture. Well, that was close. Both of you enjoyed the drinks, and none of you got drunk, because you ended up going outside to inhale fresh oxygen

"Why are ya' wearin' a tux?" KD asked in the sudden moment. He's full of curiosity in you, "I actually love tuxedos, but I rarely wear them to cover myself because I'm not allowed. " You explained with a bright smile with no sarcasm. He hummed with approval and nodded with a smile...

Well, that's all...yeah
Listen, I know it's weird and all, but hear me out. It's in my mind since the first story.

Anyways, farewell!