demonic (Taekook)

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Jungkooks mind was buzzing as he sat on his bed, staring at the wall. He didn't know what he should be doing anymore. He was dead as far as the public knew, and if he was discovered, he would be forced to explain how they summoned a demon and he somehow managed to escape with his life because of said demon while all those other men died horrible deaths. 

So believable. 

Jungkook sighed and rubbed at his temples. He needed a job or some way of getting money if he wanted to continue paying for a place to live, that much he was sure of. 

He didn't feel safe leaving his apartment, but apparently wasn't safe inside either as the events that morning showed him. He brought his hand up and mindlessly grazed his lips, not believing that a few hours ago a demons mouth was pressed to his own. It felt so different... Jungkook expected it to hurt considering Taehyung was a demon, but when he felt those teeth graze his bottom lip, they were not the jagged fangs of a monster like he imagined. He shivered, chills running down his spine and mentally cursed himself for thinking that some incantation on banishing demons he found on the internet would actually work. It was clear if he wanted Taehyung to leave, he had to dig into real dark magic, not the child's play the President and Board of Trustees dabbled in.

Jungkook gathered himself and set out, deciding the best place to start was getting another job.

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"So... you dont have a resume... Jeon Junghyun?"

Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

He went to the first place he thought of when it came to a job. The old ramen shop was under the radar to say the least. The disheveled shop resided in the less desirable side of town, it was run down and didn't even look like it was open to any outsiders point of view. The place did have great soup though.

The old man, the owner of the shop glared down at him for a moment before shaking his head. "Alright... we need a new dishwasher, so if thats okay with you, you're hired." Jungkook nodded graciously, not believing his luck. The man handed him and apron "You start now."

By the end of his shift, it was already 12 at night. He decided that he in fact hated his new job. Washing and endless amount of grimy ramen bowls, scraping the leftover contents out, touching the slimy muck that was once food. He smelled like a mixture of fish and dish water.

Jungkook trudged home and reflected on the many regrets he had in the past few weeks. He missed his old job where all he had to do was sit in a cubicle all day and file papers. He wanted to go back to being a twenty one year old with a steady job, a nice apartment, and a bright future, but instead he now had a demon problem and some highly possible PTSD.

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