Heaven on Earth (P.JM x M.YG) | ✔

January 10th [2018] / / Crimson

"Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi." A wave of darkness surrounded the mint-haired seventeen year old. He couldn't exactly see the source of the taunting, yet clearly amused voice, but he could tell who it was the second his surroundings went pitch black. "You haven't exactly been well-behaved ever since I granted your wish, have you?"

"What do you want? I've been keeping up my end of the bargain; no one knows about the deal. That was the only condition." His tone became increasingly frustrated with every syllable slipping through his plump lips.

The other being only tsked condescendingly, a cold, malicious laugh echoing through the 17 year old's ears. "Ahh, yes. But just letting you go on would be boring, wouldn't it? And it would be quite contradicting if my entertainment was boring." The pale boy felt a hostile, arrogant air surrounding him as he clenched his fists until crescent marks were firmly engraved into his fair palms, crimson trickling out of the multitude of fresh cuts.

"What else could you want from me? You know damn well that I could have just as easily ignored you and went on instead of caving in. You owe me this." The boy was shaking out of pure anger, his heart palpitating restlessly, as if the organ wanted to jump out of his chest and hurt the vile thing keeping him from freedom. His blood ran cold the second another disgusting, almost heckling laugh rang out through his skull.

"I don't owe you shit." The creature viciously spat, the words sending chills down Yoongi's spine. "If anything, you're the one who owes me. You should've known it'd be nothing, but downhill once you agreed. Your naivety is adorable, Yoongi. Did you really think I'd let you be happy without intervening? Well that's not how it works."

The voice suddenly increased its volume by what seemed like a million decibels, piercing through Min's ear drums as he fell down with an earth-shattering scream.

"I may not possess the ability to hurt you, but I can hurt the only person you came back for in the first place if you do so much as rub me in the wrong direction, kid." X threatened, evoking a frustrated screech from the mint-haired boy as he fought all urges to stay on the ground and got up, striking a menacing stance.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on Jimin. You can play with me all you want, but don't drag him into this." He yelled at the blackness, maniacally looking around in an attempt to locate the source of the revoltingly grotesque tone.

"You dragged him into this the second you told me his name. You have no one to blame, but yourself and as long as we're playing, we're playing by my rules. You should really learn to read the fine font, Yoongi." The perpetrator almost sang, rubbing salt into the paler's open wounds.

"I'll do anything, just don't touch him." The boy desperately yelled, running a bloody hand through his matted hair before letting it hang loose again. His body was shivering as he subconsciously scratched the back of his palm, a bad habit that came to light whenever he got stressed, leaving countless scars on his pale skin.

When the vile creature responded, Yoongi felt a vicious smile in its voice. "Funny that you mention that."

A pause.

"Because you're not allowed to touch him anymore. At least, not if you want him to stay safe. I'm warning you. You could've had it easier, but this is your lesson."

With a cruel laugh, it delivered a final blow that hit the younger's ears as harshly as a loud crack of thunder.

"Don't piss me off. We can always make it more difficult for you or, if you want to go the dirty route, for Jimin."

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OOHOOHOO NOW THIS IS WHERE THE DRAMA STARTS