bts ship imagines

taegi - my demon au

in which dark!yoongi summons demon!taehyung (picture Taehyung dressed like Wings era with Wings Jimin grey hair)

Yoongi walked through the dark bookstore, long fingers running over the spines of thick, dusty books. He mindlessly browsed, not really looking for anything, when he felt a strange texture beneath his fingers. Yoongi stopped and pulled out the book. It had a royal purple velvet cover, but it was lacking a title.

He picked up the book, feeling the hefty weight in his hands. The pages were handwritten in a beautiful calligraphy. Yoongi looked around the store, and seeing no one, slipped it into his brown messenger bag.

As soon as he got home, Yoongi sat on his couch and began to read the book. It told the story of a man named Taehyung who sinned, turned into a demon and thus trapped in a book by Satan, forced to serve anyone who set him free. The tale entranced Yoongi, and as he read it, he fell in love with the main character. As the story reached it's climax, he breathlessly turned the pages until he turned the last one. On that last page was a picture of the most beautiful man Yoongi had ever seen.

Was this the author? Or is it Taehyung?

Yoongi squinted to read the small words underneath the book.

I lie in wait
For the one to take
My hand and make
Me their soulmate
Say my name
And I am your's
Taehyung

Yoongi whispered as he read. When he finished speaking Taehyung's name in a low voice, the room went dark. His head shot up as he heard footsteps.

"Hello?!" Yoongi called, jumping up.

The lights came back on to reveal the man from the book kneeling before Yoongi in a glowing circle. He had deep red eyes and silvery hair. He looked the epitome of elegance in a dusty purple suit.

Yoongi's mouth fell open, as he asked, "Are you...Taehyung? Or am I hallucinating?"

Taehyung laughed softly. "Yes, my lord, I am Taehyung here to serve you. No, my lord, you are not hallucinating. The book is not a work of fiction; every word is the truth."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed as he extended a hand toward Taehyung. "Then, are you really a demon?"

Taehyung looked at Yoongi's outstretched hand. "Yes," he murmured in a deep voice, "I am a demon, and everything in that book is true. Are you sure you want to take my hand, my lord? If you wish, you can send me back to the book and you can live your life as normal."

Normal. Yoongi chuckled to himself at that word. His life was far from normal. He was struggling with music, his family was gone, and all he had was a giant empty house and a fortune with nothing to do with it. He had no friends. All he wanted was some company. After thinking, Yoongi thrust his tattooed hand closer to Taehyung. "I don't need someone to serve me. I just need someone."

Taehyung smiled a boxy smile as he took Yoongi's hand and stood up. "I need you, too. But I'm warning you, I'm not a good boy, Yoongi."

Yoongi smirked for the first time in years. "Neither am I."