[DISCONTINUED]MASTER//TAEKOOK

-10-

"Kim Namjoon!"

"Oh lord, here we go." Namjoon whispered to himself as he got up off the couch and walked over to the room where his husband was.
"Yes dear?" He asked dryly.
"Don't you yes dear me, I work all day and what do I come back to? The house a mess and the toilet paper not restocked. If it wasn't for me, this house would collapse!" Jin snapped, his arms folded and his chin held high.

"Sorry." Namjoon muttered, looking at the 'mess' which really only consisted of a few toys belonging to the little girl that Jin looked after sometimes spread out on the floor as she napped on one of the couches.
"Sorry isn't good enough mister. If you're going to be my husband, you need to start acting responsibly!" The taller complained, his arms folded as he stood in a feminine way.

"Alright dear, won't happen again." The  black haired man answered his lover's nagging, walking and sitting back onto the same couch in the same spot.
"It better not Namjoon or else you're going to cook your own food for a week." The elder added, now more calm and stomping over, sitting down next to his husband with his arms crossed and a pout spread across his lips.

"Joonie you know I love you, I only nag you because you don't do certain things." Jin said softly wrapping his long arms around his husband's shoulders and attempting a side cuddle.
"Yes I know, I love you too." Namjoon answered, grinning wide as he closed his eyes, letting his lover cling to him like a koala.

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"Master Hoseok?" A man called out, a black mask across his mouth, blacked out glasses across his eyes and a grey hat covering his black hair that fell across his dark coloured eyes.
"Yes Yugyeom what do you want." Hoseok answered, swivelling his black, leather chair to face the young man who entered. "I thought you might like to know, Min Yoongi is alive." Yugyeom answered, playing with the long sleeves of his oversized, black, fluffy hoodie.

"Interesting and useful information thank you gyeomie, you are excused." The orange haired male smiled before turning his chair around.
"So Min, you're alive again, huh?"
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"Gyeomie are you alright, did he hurt you, did he do anything to you?" Kunpimook asked, running over to the boy and hugging him. "Bammie I'm fine, don't worry he did nothing." The black haired boy answered, pulling his face away from the other's shoulder to look in his green eyes. Yugyeom brought his hand up to run his fingers through Kunpimook's silvery white hair and he smiled when the other smiled.

"I'm glad you're alright." The taller boy grinned, looking to the right as Jackson and Mark entered the room.
"Is Yugyeomie alright?" Mark asked, rushing over to check the boy down, he held the raven haired boy's hands as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and examined his arms. "Mark I'm fine!" Yugyeom exclaimed, smiling a little before leaning back into Kunpimook.

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"I'm a demon, Jimin." The man explained, reaching out to place a large, pale hand on the boy's shaking arm.
"W-What? No, this is n-not possible." Jimin stuttered, shoving the hand off his arm and stumbling back.
"Jimin please, believe me." Yoongi begged, looking into the small boy's honey eyes with a pleading look.
"If you are a demon, then make a deal with me." The silver haired boy stated, sitting upright on the wooden bench and crossing one leg over the other.

"Jimin trust me, you don't want to make any deals with a demon." The other explained, trying to reason it was a bad idea and not to do it.
"But Yoongi, you are my lover. I want to be with you for eternity so make a deal with me." The younger answered, looking into the demon's dark eyes.
"Alright, if you're sure. But there is no turning back from here." The raven haired demon answered, walking closer to the other and holding out his hand.

The silver haired boy took his hand, shaking it firmly twice, before leaning in and kissing his soft, plump lips.
The demon pulled away first, his eyes bright crimson, fangs visible in his mouth, and his silky, raven hair fallen into his forehead. It was a sight indeed and to Jimin, it was a beautiful one.
Never before had he seen such a breathtaking person.

The smaller boy suddenly yelped.
He felt as if his mouth was being scraped with a metal rod. Yoongi suddenly wrapped his long arms around him, gently stroking the boy's hair as he screamed and yelled.
Suddenly the pain stopped, and the demon let go, making the boy walk over to the dirty, small mirror that was above the toilet.

He looked into the mirror and opened his aching mouth to reveal a red engraving of a pentagram on his tongue. Jimin covered his mouth with his petite hands and made eye contact in the mirror with the raven haired man behind him. "You didn't s-say I would have this on my tongue." He whispered, his eyes immediately averting to avoid eye contact with the demon.

"It represents our contract, I can't remove it until our contract is over."
Yoongi answered, bringing his hand up and wrapping it around the earl's wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth.
"J-Jungkook doesn't h-have one." Jimin added, turning around and looking at the demon.
"He does, it's just always hidden. It's on his right cheek." The older said, tracing the boy's bottom lip with his thumb, making Jimin open his mouth. The contract now on show.

"So I'm officially your master?" Jimin asked, looking up at the demon, his honey eyes wide. "Yes you are, but don't treat me like a slave, I'm still your hyung!" Yoongi answered, hitting the earl's arm playfully as he said the last few words of his sentence. "Okay well... for your first order, I want you to get me out of this madhouse." The younger demanded, as he said these words, the contract on his tongue glowed faintly and became visible as he spoke.

"Yes, my highness." Yoongi answered with a smirk on his lips.