hell is heaven with you [namjin au]

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| namjoon's pov |

The world works in mysterious ways. One day you're on top of the world, and the next thing you know, you're below it.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm in Hell.

Not the kind of hell where people are somewhere they don't want to be. I'm talking about literal Hell. Mr. Satan and all of his glory.

While I was actually alive, I wasn't very smart I guess you could say. I did nothing with my life and took it for granted. I never found love, never made friends, and never apologized to my family. I'm kind of glad that I never found love though. First of all, I was a dangerous man and being in love would've gotten in the way. Second of all, I was gay. A fag, some might say.

When I could actually feel emotions other than anger, I used to hate that word.

Fag.

It used to leave a foul taste in my mouth whenever I said it. Now though, a perk of being dead, the taste is no longer there.

"Namjoon, come here and do something useful, you piece of shit," Someone said from outside my house. I stopped cleaning ashes from my floor that I dragged in and opened my front door.

"Ah, Yoongi, what a pleasant surprise!" I say sarcastically as I walk out, my arms open and welcoming. Yoongi is probably one of my closest friends here, other than Jimin, of course.

"Don't be sarcastic with me. I'll beat your ass," Yoongi said, looking up at me. I chuckled and shook my head as he stood with his hands on his hips. I swear he acts gayer than I am sometimes.

Of course, demons can't feel love. It's impossible.

Well, let me rephrase that. It's impossible for demons to love anything other than demons.

Yoongi and Jimin are my only friends because all we have is each other. Apparently, even in Hell, people still hate gays. Even if we're not technically human anymore, they still discriminate. We're obviously not the only gay people in Hell, but we're the only ones in our district. We rarely see any people outside of our district. The whole entire 'You'll go to Hell if you're gay' thing is fake. I mean, sure I'm gay, but that's just a coincidence. If God hates gays, why would he put them all in Hell with all the other gay people? That wouldn't really work out well I think.

"What do you need?" I asked him.

"I need a buddy to go to Heaven with me," He said casually. In Hell, there's different 'ranks' we'll say. Basically, I'm a worker, Yoongi is a messenger, and Jimin is a welcomer. Yoongi is a messenger, which means he has one of the highest ranking jobs in Hell. He gets to deliver messages to Heaven that are important. Jimin is a welcomer which means he stays in Hell and 'welcomes' all the new comers that are making their way into Hell. I'm a worker which means that I get to go onto Earth and scout out people that are going to die. I have this list of people and a quota by the end of the day. 100 people each day. Whether it's of old age, getting hit by a train, or getting murdered, I collect all the souls that are on my list. You're a soul before you become a demon. It's the luck of the draw to become a demon and I guess I was lucky.

Yoongi, Jimin, and myself don't really like talking about how we got into Hell. All I know it that Jimin was a stripper. I wasn't really surprised when he told me. Apparently God doesn't like people to pump and dump it. If you catch my drift.

Yoongi stole a piano. I still don't understand how he managed to pull that off, but he did. Ironically, he died by a piano falling on him kind of like a cartoon. Karma I guess.

"It's my only day off. I only get one day every 5 months so why should I waste it going with you?" I said, crossing my arms as I watched his face screw up into a nasty expression.

"What do you mean, 'waste it'? You should be honored to even spend a minute with me!" He yelled.

"Calm down shorty. Where's shorty number 2?" I asked him, looking around the area with my eyes.

"Don't know. I'm kind of on a time limit by the way so are you coming or not?"

"Why not? What could happen?" I walked back to my house and made sure I locked it before walking back to Yoongi. "Well, let's go shorty!"

I looked over at him with a smile crossing over my face as he flipped me off with an emotionless face.

an;

sorry for the boring chapter, i have to explain a lot for the story to make sense. anyways, I was inspired by a dan and phil fanfiction i read, so thank you to the author who inspired me! (can't remember the name of the story, sorry!)

~ anon <3