nine percent imagines

fan chengcheng

was inspired by watching mack daddy performance.
chengcheng x demon!reader

the scent of old red roses filled his room. you're back again, just gone for like 15 minutes.

"hello chengcheng," you greeted.

"yeah, i know you're there and all, but can you not interrupt me? i have to cram this 3000-word essay tonight, and you're not helping me," he complained.

you looked straight into his eyes and chanted. "you shall work in your essay and not pay attention to me."

he sighed. "you know that weird, nonsense, hokey-pokey, bunkum, claptrap, humbug, and taradiddle of yours doesn't work on me." you stopped chanting and sat straight on his swivel chair.

"well, that mini soliloquy of yours is quite beautiful. you even used five synonyms of the word 'nonsense'. impressive. now, go back to your work," you said.

damn, i really wish she could just manipulate me in doing this shitty essay.

"you know i can still hear you, my love."

he slammed his head into the table.

***

you met him last week. yup, he didn't asked for your name yet you knew his.

your meeting was quite spontaneous and extraordinary.

he was waiting for the last train when suddenly, a bag started floating beside him. of course, he was beyond scared.

there was virtually almost no people in the train station, so he can't ask for help. he looked at it, scared that something will pop out of nowhere.

well, wish granted.

a hand popped out from nowhere, then an arm, upper torso, lower torso, and head. it was, i mean, you were wearing a black long coat, black turtleneck shirt, black short, black rubber shoes, and black sunglasses.

"what the hell is going on?" he mumbled as he tightly gripped his bag.

you snapped your head to him. "and how did you know where i came from?" you asked. then, you're suddenly in front of him. your eyes bore into his and it changed into red. you also held him by his arms.

"you should forget what you saw and continue on what you were doing," you chanted.

he gasped. "your eyes fucking changed colors. what the?"

you repeated the mantra. "you should forget what you saw and continue on what you were doing."

he started to trash around. "you should fucking stop holding me, you vampire! stop!"

you stopped holding him. "what is going on with you? i can't control you?"

and from that day, you, a demon, started following him.

"i mean, you know my name but you never told me yours," he sighed as you turned your rolling chair to him.

you were playing (levitating) with his plushies. you waved your hands as you juggled with those. you looked at his eyes. again, your eyes turned red.

"you could make a deal with me to know my name," you simply said. his room's atmosphere became...weird.

chengcheng vigorously shook his head. "and i need to exchange my soul into that deal? no thanks, i'd like my soul to be intact to my body."