Not A Pact || T. Kim × Reader [demon!AU]

.𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

Before we start, YES, I DO KNOW WHAT AN EPILOGUE IS. Please just read the chapter, it's explained, I promise ;_;

Also! I'm not a native speaker. If you see my grammar die or writhe in agony at some points, please point it out for me. My English may not be the best, but I'm willing to make it better!

Well, then... Enjoy!

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A lone silhouette stumbled down the road, hardly keeping themselves up and using the nearby wall for a support. Their eyes were clouded as they struggled to breathe, even though there was no visible wound on their well-built body.

If anyone was to spot the man in distance, they'd think he's just either drunk or drugged, because the lack of injures could only hint as much. At a time like this, in the middle of a night, no one would consider that the person may be simply ill. And if they were to die in the meanwhile, no one would notice, ensured that they just passed out at their own wish.

The man was more than aware of that. But as a representative of anything but the mankind, he also knew that no human streaming now down the street would be able to give him a helping hand. And neither would he ask for one at this moment, when all he needed was to get to that particular place and nothing could stop him from doing so, even the black liquid that started to drip from his ears, but which he couldn't care less about.

A beastly growl echoed somewhere and the man froze, turning his head instantly, staring boldly into the darkness of the nearby alley.

"Hoping for something?" he spoke, staring daringly into a pair of violet eyes that glistened in the dark. Raising his head proudly, the man's lips curled into a soft smirk. "Go on, if you dare."

The growl echoed once more, but only for a brief moment before quieting down. Steps could be heard, but instead of a beastly creature, a humane silhouette left the alley, looking forward with no less of a bold smirk on his face. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants.

"You've got a death wish" the still violet-eyed man noticed, returning the smirk. "It's not a good place for you to be in. Not at this time."

"It's exactly the time at which I want to be here" the injured one replied instantly, looking away, unbothered.

"You don't look well" the man commented. "If you're about to die, you can as well do it now and be useful to someone else" he noticed, raising his eyebrow.

"Thank you very much, I'm planning on staying alive" he huffed, turning his back to him and moving forward.

"Then better hurry up, before the chance passes by."

He looked over his shoulder, eyeing the man suspiciously.

"You're not coming?"

"Not worth the effort" he shrugged. "Good luck" he added, but then, as though uncaring, his eyes only followed as the man stepped forward, clutching onto the wall for a support it could barely provide.

His breaths became shallow, but he didn't hesitate. What kind of stubbornness was it – the violet-eyes man couldn't tell. But if the other wanted to stay alive despite the illness that was on its way to destroy his very existence, then he had no say in it. It's not like he particularly craved the man's death. He felt quite indifferent.

His eyes followed the stumbling man till he got bored. With a bit absent-minded expression on his face, he used his tongue to fiddle with the lip ring connectedwith a thin, silver chain to the collar of his blouse.