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[Don't] Follow The King Of Hell - MY

☽Pairing☾ ; Yoongi | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Fluff | Comedy | Supernatural | Slight angst???

☽Word Count☾ ; 2.6k

☽Summary☾ ; Being stupid enough to sell your soul to a crossroad demon as a twelve-year-old, was worth it for that one Zoo trip to see your favourite animal, or so you thought. Worse was that you didn't wish for more confidence and not being afraid to socialise with new people, but awkwardly following around your mom or best friend all the time at social gatherings. Now that they aren't around, who is the next one to protect you from all 'evil' and not having to speak up about yourself, than the King Of Hell himself?

☽Notes☾ ; So erh... i found this in my notes, on my phone.. that i wrote a few months ago but never finished it? . But it's already long. Regardless, if people are interested, i'll finish it. Don't worry, it kind of has a closure ending already, so it's not like i have left it off on a huge cliff hanger. It's just, I can see where i was going with this in my notes but i'm afraid it'll be too long??? or it won't?? I don't know anymore??? Enjoy the preview, i guess??? Hit me up if you want more?? 

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Arriving in hell, where everything seems normal compared to the world you were born into, it felt stranger than you had imagined. Already feeling out of place - not that you didn't deserve it, since selling your soul did mean, your name was scrabbled on a list of newcomers. There were oddly enough, houses and apartment complexes which only turned worse for the better, as if you have never left 'life on earth'. What scared you, wasn't the crowd of people with blood and galore on their entire body, but that you were perfectly intact but not around anyone there, to put words in your mouth. Teleportation was practical for everyone and you just got the hang of it, but it didn't matter to which place you settled for, it was never empty. People, demons, angels and goddesses were crossing each road or filling up every bench. Walking with your face down while captivating the pavement, you tried to at least say "hi" to whoever came by, but it never happened. Trying to give up and hide in the nearest bush to ease your crippling anxiety, you noticed this petite guy sit on the bench between two cherry trees. He seemed at peace, with his big black headphones which blocked any complaints from the outside world. He was the perfect target. Sneaking up close to get a better look, you heard his beautiful hum that reminded you of a song that felt familiar.

"Don't try to play me, kid. I know you're behind me" Caught in the act, your mind went blank and even your body stopped moving. You watched him take his headphones off while turning around to glance at your now, frozen state of fear. His skinny fingers swaying in a circle, making your body function on itself to stand in front of him. You were basically numb, watching his beautiful yellow eyes flash and a distasteful smirk played on his lips. He was pale but perfect intact, like you. A jaw line so sharp it was shining at the red sky, while his features was more human than any other creature you had stepped by. Ripped black jeans and a distressed T-Shirt, only letting his collarbones peak out of the top. While a few spots on the shirt, revealed his snowy skin.

"Who are you?" He questioned, glazing an eyebrow of annoyance and curiosity to make your mouth gap with your shakiest voice. "Y-Y/N" A different hum came from the back of his throat, while trying to remember each slave that came by.

"You were the one that fell down the stairs and died? How clumsy can you be? Even a month before your birthday, and the 10th year anniversary of your contract?" He snickered, almost mocking you by your clumsy ass that early morning. An elevation of a deep stare made you gulp, not even letting you speak of how that even happened. His voice was raspy but captivating by his smooth vocals, soothing your ears to satisfaction.