Till Your Body Burns Up
Seokjin sat at the bar quietly, swinging his legs and watching Yoongi polish glasses as the club patrons gossiped around them.
"Did you hear, people are saying the new king's in town."
"What's this one's name again, V? Real original."
"Keep your voice down!" the smaller winged demon said fearfully, in reference to speaking the king's name out loud. Like the guy was fucking Voldemort or something.
Though they did both start with a V now that he thought about it... Jin chuckled to himself even as the random demons continued their silly conversation.
"I'm told he's even crazier than the last one, too."
"Wouldn't be surprised, all those powers trapped in one body is bound to make anyone a little loopy."
"Guh, now I'm all freaked out. Let's go home, okay? He could be anywhere..."
He watched the odd couple fly off, amused.
Jin had never paid much attention to gossip, but he understood why this certain topic was so popular lately.
Every 1000 years, a new demon king would spawn, a creature so powerful that even just mentioning their name would call forth nightmares, or so the stories claimed.
Seokjin already knew the new king was passing through the city on his way to the capital -to assume his spikey throne, no doubt- but he also knew that the idiot who'd just plopped down next to him couldn't possibly be said dark prince.
He leaned back and eyed all the empty seats running along the bar before staring pointedly at the kid who chose to sit directly next to him.
The newcomer was young, with pastel hair and a lollipop stuck between his pale lips. Jin could admit the boy was cute, but he could also tell that he was a rather weak lesser demon; he didn't even have any discernible features for him to tell which faction he was a part of, just two dainty horns sticking out from his messy hair. Hell, maybe he hadn't even made his full demonic transformation yet, which meant he wasn't on the menu, sadly. He didn't kill children.
"Can I... help you?" he finally asked when those pitch black eyes continued staring at him unblinkingly.
"Hi, my name's Taehyung. I'm new in town," the purple haired boy at his side said cheerily.
"That's nice," Jin drawled, stirring his drink absently and giving Yoongi -his best friend, boss, and bartender of Club Suga- an exaggerated eye roll that had the other snickering.
"What's your name?" the boy continued, not seeming discouraged by his initial response in the slightest.
"You're barking up the wrong tree, kid," Yoongi cut in. "He's way older and way stronger than you."
"I wasn't talking to you, was I?" the demon hissed, finally looking away from him to eye Yoongi darkly. But then a boxy smile lit up his face, and he turned back to Jin as if nothing had happened. "Now, what were you saying?"
"Uh, it's Seokjin," he answered, amused as he once again looked to Yoongi, who was giving the new guy a rather wary stare.
"Seokjin," that deep voice sing songed throatily. "Do you come here often then, Seokjin?" he asked happily, elbow now propped up on the bar so he could lean on it cutely.
"Well I work here, so yes."
"Interesting. I've never had a job before, do you think they'd hire me?"
