demonic (Taekook)

4

The sound of birds and distant traffic fluttered through Jungkook's mind. He felt a comforting warmth gluing his eyes shut, willing him back into sleep. 

He stretched out his limbs and found an unexpected soreness residing in the muscles of his legs and arms while his head throbbed sharply. He stirred and pried his eyes open, wincing at the bright light filtering in through his window. He sat up gingerly, relishing the pain that filled his whole aching body and looked around. 

He was in his own apartment. 

He yanked the blanket off and sat on the edge of the bed as his heart began to hammer in his chest. Brief flashes overtook his mind. Deep guttural incantations in a foreign tongue. Pain. Flames and shouting. Overwhelming fear that threatened to drown him, pinching his lungs until he was on the verge of hyperventilating. He clutched at his chest and shut his eyes, willing himself to calm down. After a few moments, his heart was slowed and breathing normal again. 

Jungkook cradled his head in his hands and dug through his mind, trying to find out how in the hell he managed to get back to his apartment. He was no longer covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. His torn black robe was gone as well, replaced instead with a plain t shirt and sleeping shorts. A new form of panic began to rise. How did he get home? What about all of those men? Surely the rest of the people attending the gala would realize their absence, or maybe the fact that the lower floor of the mansion was ablaze would have caught their attention. He scrambled out of bed, ignoring his sore legs and pounding inside his skull. His hands were quick to flick on the television and find the channel for the news. A headline flashed across the bottom as the new anchors continued their pointless story on some lady who got stuck in a tree.

"Choi Corp President and Board of Trustees Killed in Devastating Fire"

He sat and stared, reading the headline three more times before switching the TV off and moving to find his phone. After a quick search he began reading an article written a mere 12 hours previously.

He skimmed the contents, looking for particular details

"Eight men missing, 7 found dead including the president of Choi Corp"

"The lower floor burned and collapsed"

"Bodies still being excavated from the wreckage"

"Remains of Jeon Jungkook, 21, still missing"

Jungkook felt violently sick. It was all real. Everything. As much as he thought it would all have been a terrible nightmare, it wasn't.

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Jungkook fell in and out of sleep, his head still painful. He found a large gash on the side of his skull, vaguely remembering the splitting feeling after he was thrown back. His body was bruised, but the worst of the damage was on his hand. He wrapped the long cut in a rag before setting out to buy actual medical supplies. He avoided the hospital since he was suspected dead and had no way of explaining how he escaped the mansions flaming basement if he was discovered by the authorities.

The air was warm and thick with humidity even as the sun was already setting, the warm blanket of night begging to cover the sky. Jungkook set out, making his way to the convenient store on the corner a few blocks down from his apartment complex. He grabbed what he needed and paid, ignoring the store clerks eyes on his rag covered hand.

The night began to get colder, the humidity that hung in the air settled, covering everything in a damp coating. Jungkook felt an unease creep up his neck shortly after he left the convenient store. He stole a quick glance behind him and found no one, yet the feeling that rose the hair on the nape of his neck persisted. He moved briskly, ducking at every turn he could, taking the long route back in hopes to lose whoever was tailing him. He slipped out from a main road into an alley in order to cut across to the street his apartment complex was on, but before he could, a figure stepped out of the shadow of the building and approached him. The man was tall, hands dug into his denim jacket. Jungkook felt a slight fear well up in his stomach but drove it down.

"Are you the one who has been follow-"

He stopped abruptly, the fear he pushed down surged over him one again, freezing him in place.

The man had gotten close enough for Jungkook to see his face. Those dark honey colored eyes that seemed too unnatural to be human gazed down at him.

He dropped the bag and ran out of the alley, back the way he came from. He shoved past people, heart thrumming in his ears. His legs carried him a block away before he ducked onto a back road that led between two large buildings. He leaned against the wall, lungs heaving for air and head pounding. His eyes flickered towards the way he came, checking to see if he was followed. He sighed in relief, the coast was clear. 

Jungkook turned to continue on his way but found himself running headfirst into another body. He fell back, hands catching his fall, a small gasp of pain as he felt the skin on his palm tear open again. One look up had him scrambling backwards. The demon was faster this time, taking one long stride forward before he caught Jungkooks arm. Jungkook stared up, eyes wild with fear. The man kneeled, cradling his hand in his own. A looks of concentration overtook his smooth features as he watched the blood well up in his palm. He reached behind him and brought forward a familiar looking plastic bag... the same one Jungkook had dropped.

He held his hand firmly, keeping it from trembling, as he wrapped the bandage Jungkook had bought around his hand. The white gauze turned red as the blood soaked into it, but soon stopped. Jungkook watched the process, eyes wide, not daring to cast his gaze upwards at the being in front of him. The demons hands were graceful, not gentle, but in no way harsh, Jungkook watched them work until he tucked the last stand of bandage and released his hand, standing up and brushing his hands off.

Jungkook stared at his bandaged hand, not being able to comprehend the situation. He raised his gaze up cautiously, a look of confusion overtaking his features.

"You're welcome" The demon glared lazily down at him, hands dug into his jeans pockets. If Jungkook didn't know better, he would never be able to guess that the guy in front of him was capable of killing grown men with on hand and then dissolving into smoke.

Jungkook regained a shred of his composure, taking a few steps back when he was finally got to his feet again. The demon watched with an amused expression.

"Wa-why are you doing this" Jungkook fought to control the slight waver in his voice.

"Yah... you don't even say thank you? You'd be dead if it weren't for me you know." The demon rolled his eyes, one corner of his mouth down turned in a half frown.

Jungkook froze, the words confirmed his suspicions on how he had been able to escape the Presidents mansion a few nights ago.

Some of the fear dissipated as he realized if this demon wanted to kill him, he already had multiple chances to. Jungkook felt some confidence come back to him "Who are you?"

The demon pursed his lips, thinking the question over. "When I was a human, I was Kim Taehyung... but I have been known by a few other names."

"Kim Taehyung..." Jungkook tried to name on his tongue, surprised that a demon had such an average name.

Taehyung watched him intently, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips at Jungkooks actions.

"I do-dont know what you want with me, but please just leave me alone" Jungkooks voice wavered as he cast his eyes to the side, afraid of Taehyungs reaction to his not so subtle command

Nothing happened, Taehyung was silent, and after moment, Jungkook brought himself to look up at the man, but instead found himself alone in the alley way.

He made his way back home, exhausted and slightly shaken. As he lay in bed, staring at his wrapped hand, he wondered if his request had worked, if it would be that easy to get rid of a demon.

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