Yoonseok/Sope one shots

Welcome to Hell

Yes, this is excactly what you think it is- Kubo

    "Seok ah!" A dark-haired boy trailed Hoseok's footsteps, 

     "Weren't you sent to kill me?" Hoseok chuckled, still walking.

     "I mean, yeah, but you're really cute. Like, reeaally cute," Yoongi said, flashing a gummy smile. Yoongi hovered around Hoseok, playing with is hair and tugging on his backpack as he was walking to school.

     "Well, not physically kill you, we've been over this. I pester you and ruin your life, then you kill yourself! Don't hate me, it's my job" Yoongi put his hands up defensivley. Hoseok let out a hearty laugh, he swung to punch Yoongi but he missed since, well, Yoongi was what most people would consider, a ghost.

    *record scratch*

      I bet you're wondering how this started huh? Well, let's go back to where it all happened. Two weeks ago, in the home of an 18 year old sociapath, trouble was brewing. Min Yoongi stood over the body of his only family, his mother, whom he murdered in his sleep. This may seem impossible to you but, if anything is impossible, Yoongi's never heard of it. It was 3am and he dragged the body out to a graveyeard sluggishly. He really needed to stop doing things like this, it was gonna get himself killed...killed, that's not a bad idea actually...

     After he burried his mother, he stood before the grave he dug for himself and stabbed himself in the stomach. 

     "Another one bites the dust" he sang to himself as his body fell into the ground like a ragdoll.

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     He opened his eyes to be met with a blinding light, 

     "A-am I in heaven?" He put his hands up, trying to see.

     "Oh no, honey, far from it," A soft voice in front of him spoke.

     "Then why is everything so, bright?" Yoongi asked, finally being able to see the figure in front of him. It was what looked to be a guy, in his twenty somethings. He had longer silver hair and he fashionably wore several chains with a buisness suit.

     "Where am I? The goth convention?" Yoongi muttered to himself, "So, are you like Satan or something? I'm quite prepared to live in eternety in fire, you see it's a kink-" The man put a lean finger to his lips,

     "No need to share your kinks with me, thanks though. I'm Kim Taehyung, call me whatever you want, and welcome to Hell!" He threw his arms up melodramatically and fell back into his seat. He set his arms on his desk and stared at Yoongi, as if he was examining him.

     "Where's the fire?" Yoongi asked.

     "We're undergoing renevation, you wouldn't believe the chaos it's caused..." Taehyung's gaze wandered off, as if he remembered some horrible memory. Which, isn't far from the truth. Yoongi chuckled and took a seat at his desk.

     "As I was saying," Taehyung cleared his throat, " since we're renovating, there will be no burning and torturing as of now. The boss wants to go to a more modern approach to eternity of suffering. We've gone to recruiting people, which is why you're here, Yoongi." Yoongi's eyes lit up, even though he was dead he found the unknown exciting.

     Taehyung pulled out a drawer in his filing cabinet, it seemed as if it went on forever. He picked through files and finally found one. He opened it and walked back to his desk.

     "Yoongi Min, you were 18 and had an odd infatuation with death. You felt little sympathy for anyone and felt as if your life would turn for the worst someday so you lived wrecklessly. You have an interesting history, it even creeps me out a bit," Taehyung paused, he pushed his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose, "so, you killed your mom in your sleep and decided why not get it over with, huh?" he said, more mater-of-factly.