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

.𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝

half hour ago

Jin stood next to a counter, fighting with a sachet of sugar. Trying to touch the paper cup of McDonald's coffee, he hissed at how hot it was. Taehyung stood next to him, staring at him with slight amusement, but not daring to interrupt the show, even when the man accidentally spilled the whole sugar out, looked around to make sure none of the workers could see it, pushed it all off the counter with his sleeve and decided to take another sachet.

"Want some scissors?" Taehyung asked with amusement.

Jin rolled his eyes. Ripping apart another sachet, he poured the sugar into the cup and then put the cap on, completely forgetting about mixing it with the liquid, which Taehyung didn't really feel like reminding him of.

They were spending the most average day of their lives. It's been a while since Taehyung could leave his apartment without worrying about black liquid spilling from all the holes in his head. The illness kept him in place for the last few weeks, getting worse and worse every time he tried to do any action more demanding than going to kitchen or bathroom.

"Where do you have yet to go?" Taehyung asked once they left the restaurant and stepped down the street. On this day, Jin announced he has some matters to tend to and he agreed to bring bored Taehyung along.

"I ordered an extra key in the centre, I need to pick it up. You comin'?"

"It's not like I have anything better to do."

"You don't have anything to get done here?" Jin tilted his head to the side. "I don't want to be intrusive, but shouldn't you be thinking of a way to... you know..."

"That's what I'm doing" the man shrugged. "There's no difference whether I do it sitting in an apartment or going out. But lying depressed and considering the upcoming death is totally not my thing."

"So you're seeking inspiration?"

"Kinda?" Taehyung's face twisted in a frown as he glanced at the other, but the very next moment he looked away and just focused on the surroundings, as if the conversation never happened.

The shopping centre was nearby and they entered it in the next few minutes. The temperature outside was fairly hot, so the running AC was a huge relief. The place was giant, with multiple floors and a lot of alleys to get lost in. The whole centre was a modern one - like literally most of those which were built in this century. It was around noon, so the alleys were mostly empty as not many people were going shopping at this time, probably busy with their daily duties. The few young faces were surely the ones that decided to skip some of their classes.

The air was calm. The whole place was filled with ease.

"The shop is on the second floor, it shouldn't take long, but you can look around if you w-"

Taehyung stopped suddenly, making the other stop as well and turn around, staring at him worriedly.

"Hm?" He waved his hand in front of the other's face, bringing his attention to himself. "You OK?"

"That smell."

Jin frowned, trying to focus, but various kinds of smells mixed themselves together: smells like any of demons could sense: the aromas of foods of all kinds, chemicals and fabrics, humans.

However, among all these scents, he finally felt something faint that he briefly recognized. He was almost sure it was the same scent he felt yesterday, and it unmistakably didn't belong to a human.

"What's the..."

"It's his. That old prick's" Taehyung muttered, frowning. He looked around, trying to find the scent's source. "How is it possible..."