Taekook Oneshots

Demons

(So this is based off of the following thing I saw on Ssleepy_panda  meme book and honestly I couldn't resist it. Potentially tw : Mentions of hell, demons, and stuff like that? A bit of humour as well lol)

"Honestly, though, it would be the best thing ever. Your friends are screaming and crying, holding onto each other as they descend into the flames, waiting by the gates of hell, and you just walk into the waiting arms of your demonic lover. How epic would you look?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes at me. "Look, it's unrealistic. You're not gonna find a demon running around just anywhere, are you?"
"Come on, hyung, it'd be so cool! Imagine the status you'd have in hell if you fucked a devil."

"Jungkook, please stop talking, I think my brain is bleeding," Jin says dramatically, pleadingly, and I roll my eyes.
"No, carry on, you have a good point," Hoseok says eagerly, "and I can imagine how cool it would be. Seriously, guys, think about it."

"I'd rather not," Namjoon says, and I sigh, dropping the topic reluctantly. The relief in their eyes is clear, but the idea sticks with me. It's possible, I know it is. I've just got to find the right demon lover. And then I'll prove them wrong. 

It takes me a while, maybe about a year, to find what I'm looking for. Demons are basically impossible to find, especially since the vast majority of the population doesn't believe in their existence. So it's hard to figure out who's just pranking me and who's really a demon or devil or whatever they're supposed to be called. I don't really know. There's not enough info on what they are.

After all, there are so many theories around what death holds for everyone. There's no certainty that hell even exists. But I know that if it does, I've been destined to go there from the very beginning. It's just who I am.

But then I find him.

At first, I don't even consider the idea that he could be the person I've been searching for this whole time. He's too beautiful, too elegant, too innocent to belong to the fires of hell. Surely, the person I'm looking for will be much more - how can I put this - hellish?

In reality, he's stunning. Golden, sun-kissed skin,  warm brown eyes, an infectiously bright boxy smile. He suits any outfit ever, and there's something about him that makes me want to take him in my arms and protect him or squish his cheeks or something similarly soft. That kind of thing.

And yet, as I slowly get to know him, I find myself noticing tiny things that could hint at his true identity (as a demon, I mean). The way he sometimes vanishes into nowhere for a while for no apparent reason, and I don't get to speak or interact with him for weeks. The way his eyes sometimes lower to the floor when my friends joke about my longing to fuck a demon, as if he's considering it. The way he sometimes gets almost too jealous when I mess around talking about other guys. As if he believes I've already sold my soul to him.