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2 | ENSLAVED SOUL

失われた少年

❝his soft pale skin traced his,
jimin remembered the day a beautiful boy had
asked him for directions, but his mother had called
the boy a demon and drove him away.❞

They said not to dance with the devil — however, it is not up to them whether they dance with the devil or not. His tongue traced his lips, nibbling on a woman's ear with a husky growl humming from his throat, in amusement of the woman's desperate pleas. Her moans bounced off the walls of the room, the bed rattling in rhythm with the noises slipping from her lips. The sound of skin slapping, his tongue trailing down her neck to her v-line.

The sound of a phone ringing blocked the noise of the moaning woman, however, the male had simply rolled his eyes and made the call his priority. "Y-Yoongi?" The female had whimpered, though the man had no regard for her despite the female being in the middle of an orgasm. The sore woman attempted to reach out to the standing man, "Fuck off. My coworker's calling." He snapped, his mood completely switching from his amused one earlier.

"What the fuck do you want, Hoseok? I was in the middle of something." The bad-tempered man growled on the phone, he could hear nothing but a laugh on the other end of the line, "I can't believe I cockblocked you on the right time. It's whatever, you know you really can just get any woman and even man you want, Yoongi. None's stopping you." Yoongi merely rolled his eyes, "I don't like being interrupted."

"But uh, anyways, Namjoon wants you to take over his shift, he's going on a spree with Jin or something." Yoongi rolled his eyes, he has to take over Namjoon's fucking shift again because of his boyfriend, "Seriously. Why do they need to be so fucking gay for each other?" He protested, slipping on his white collared shirt and sleek jacket, the woman behind him, groaning, "Fuck. Are you really leaving now? While I'm like this? What the hell?" 

"Karen or whatever, shut the hell up. Do you really think I give a shit about what you're doing? I don't know, get someone else to fuck you up. Or use your fingers, I really don't care. I'm leaving anyways." He didn't even know why he was putting in the effort to talk to her, his mood completely changed because he had to take over Namjoon's shift again. He did not enjoy working overtime, he left before the woman could slip another irritating protest out of her lips again, she was only good at sex. Conversation wise, she's boring as hell.

"Yoongi, you don't need to go to the office to meet Namjoon. He was just planning to stop by the nearby high school. Namjoon said there was a good ass soul or something, he said if you finished his job for him, he'd let you have it." Hoseok simply informed on the other line, Yoongi sighed, the job was simple enough, and he'd at least get something out of it, so he agreed. "Fuck, fine. That shit better be good or I'm gonna beat up Namjoon." 

"Missed a good fuck 'cause of him." He sighed, his fingers lacing through his dark hair. Past the lashes, he disappeared as soon as he had come, the scenario around him had warped into the environment of a high school, he looked at the file that appeared on his hand, Namjoon must've already passed it to him before he even asked him. "That little shit." He grumbled, finding himself in the middle of a bathroom.

He could hear the sound of vomiting and muffled sobbing from one of the stalls. He oddly felt familiar, "Pathetic." He heard calling out from one of the stalls, the voice had definitely triggered a buried memory in his mind. He froze for a moment, demons usually don't remember memories from their childhood, they're erased because a demon's childhood is the vulnerable, at least the most emotional moment of their lifespan.

But here he was.

He was lost, he didn't know where he was, doe eyes framed with thick eyelashes looking around, almost tainted with the sight of tears and rosy cheeks. The boy had been wandering for hours, and without having control over his own abilities, he couldn't transport himself back to his home. He started whimpering and crying, lost without a sense of direction.

"J-Jin?" He murmured, one of his friends had better control over his abilities, Yoongi had hoped the older demon would come to help him, but there was no sight of another person aside from a young human boy. Although he was told to stay away from humans, the boy had gone anyways. His lips parted for the questions in coming to find out where he was, however, he only stuttered out incoherent words.

He knew he wasn't supposed to be talking to humans, but he had no other choice. 

"Hello..?" He attempted to talk to the human boy, though the boy seemed to be in a daze. Out of reality, he murmured under his breath but Yoongi could only make out a single word. "Pathetic." Yoongi knew it wasn't directed at him, but rather at himself. He felt a swell of pain from his radiating sadness, he emitted pain, and you could see his empty eyes.

Despite the beauty of the tragic doe eyes, he was broken. He could see multiple scratch marks on the pale skin of the boy. "Hi." He cleared his throat, the greeting seemed to snap the young boy from his daze, though he did not budge the first time. "Oh.. sorry." He trailed off, though his eyes remained empty when they looked at Yoongi.

As if he was scared of Yoongi.

Yoongi took out a drawing, that was done by natural means since he couldn't use his abilities. "Do you know where this is?" The location was a specific area where Yoongi was told to be in, in case they had gotten lost in exploring the human world. The boy was simply about to tell him, had it not been for the sudden grip of a woman's hand on his wrists. The woman glared at Yoongi, tension behind her glare and scolded the boy. The woman stared at him.

"Demon. Filthy demon, leave my child alon—.." Though she was cut off by her own child, who protested, "Mother, he was simply asking for direc.." The sentence was cut off by a stinging slap from her mother, only to drag him off looking back to the beautiful boy that he hadn't even gotten the name of.

How tragic, because whilst the boy was being dragged away. Yoongi could see his soul beneath those empty eyes, he was enslaved, tied to the sins of his own mother. A rare case, Namjoon told him about, Namjoon was simply fascinated by the various forms a human's soul can have, while demons do have momentary souls, in a human child's body, but the body rots over time to develop into a full-fledged demon.

Unfeeling.

They were supposed to get rid of memories when young demons coexisted into a human child's body, yet Yoongi had remembered every single detail regarding that day when he first had met that type of soul.

That boy, who had been gifted with a soul capable of happening after thousands of generations, gifted with a soul so beautiful, tragic and.. delicious, had slipped past his fingers back then simply because he was unable to take away souls.

But the moment he had stepped into that bathroom, the sickly sweet scent hit his nostrils, it was almost unbearable. Yet it was also a beautifully feminine scent, sweet and soft, almost innocent and pure, but also tainted. That's what made the scent.. unique.

It wasn't simply pure, but it was tragic.