HELL OR HEAVEN || Yoonminseok || ✔️

V

Namjoon held a firm grip on the metal scythe as he pulled it out from the dead body beneath him. He looked at the angel with scornfull eyes.

He didn't hate all angels no, he loved Jin but that was all. If he could he'd bring pain to all bastards dressed in white.

He snapped his fingers only for two guys in black to dispose of the victim. He sighed, not feeling as satisfied as he normally would.

The look of dissapointment struck him like a fish on a hook. He wanted more excitement. To feel like he had accomplished something but, for some reason he couldn't push himself to kill another entity for no reason.

His job is to collect souls, not just kill any random person he comes across. If anything he wishes he could stop feeling so blue.

Killing people and collecting souls usually helps him feel less depressed, but now it won't stop. He feels vulnerable, like he's missing a piece of himself.

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After the whole unexpected incident, hoseok hasn't been the same. He didn't know what it was or why he was feeling this way. Maybe he was jealous or even worse hurt.

Taehyung would always tell him everything, so why didn't he tell him the the other had a boyfriend.

He lied on his bed looking up at the ceiling with a sadened expression. Rolling on his side he turned off his bedside lamp then felt alerted when a small knock at the window was heard.

He groaned forcing himself from his comfy position to look out the dark glass. He squinted his eyes then jumped back when a shadow startled him.

It was Yoongi, of course. He looked at him with a bored look, opening his window with a grunt.

"Let me guess your here to try and convince me why hell is better?" He asks, throwing himself back into his comfy position.

Yoongi shook his head while walking closer, "no actually." He trailed off. The room felt a bit stuffy, and the walls felt as if they were closing in.

The entity adjusted his collar and looked down at the younger who looked up with puppy eyes. "Give me a chance to take you out." He suggested as more of a command than a question.

Hoseok looked at the elder then down at his oversized hoodie. Then back at the black haired charmer. "Like on a date?" He asked hoping he heard correctly.

The elder nodded, burying his hands deep into his pockets. Hoseok stared blankly at him till he spoke, "yeah". If taehyung could hide a secret from him then he could do the same right back.

Yoongi smiled cheekily, but of course only half-heartedly. Hoseok looked at the eldest with a look of curiosity. Did this make him special, that both an angel and devil himself are fighting over him?

Hoseok turned to look at the bed for a split second before his mind wandered off.

Hoseok bit his lower lip causing a bit of blood to draw. His arms were chained to either side of the bed, as Yoongis hot breath hit his exposed chest.

"What do you want baby?" Yoongi whispered as he undid his belt. Hoseok looked up with lustful eyes, just wanting to be fucked already.

"I want y-you." He pleaded, wiggling under the devils gaze. Yoongi smirked before tossing his pants to the floor. He looked down at the humans wet boxers, as his head dripped with pre cum.

"Be more specific buttercup~" the ladder teased, pulling down the smallers briefs. He took hold of both hoseoks thighs, spreading them to each side.

Hoseok licked his lips, wanting to be released from the metal that restrained him. "Just f-fuck me already!" He begged, loving the feeling of Yoongis cold hands between his thighs.

Yoongis expression darkened as he pushed down his boxers. Hoseok bit the inside of his cheeks, wiggling his butt in the process of the elder enjoying the view. He alined his throbbing cock with the shorters pink hole. "Do you think you can handle my big dick in your tight little hole."

Yoongis lustful expression dropped and he looked at the younger with a raised brow. "Hoseok!"

Hoseok frowned and blinked his eyes a few times before looking up at Yoongi. He looked around the room and sighed, "dammit." He groaned throwing himself on the bed.

Yoongi hovered over him, "what did you wish I was fucking you or something?" He joked, the smaller blushed, "ew no!" He protested.

Yoongi looked at him with wide eyes, "you did huh?!" He asked earning a loud groan from the red head. Yoongi bursted into a fit of laughter, then turned serious, "if you want me to I wouldn't mind." He mumbled barely audible.

Hoseok gasped and jumped off the bed, "rape! I will not allow you to put your Satanist hands on me!" He screeched making a cross with his fingers.

Yoongi laughed harder than before, while wiping the tears that left his eyes. Hoseok gulped, what was he suppose to do now?

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Taehyung gulped down his water bottle before tossing it somewhere in his friends yard. He looked at hoseoks front door as he stood on the porch.

He couldn't stop biting the inside of his cheek, he stopped after he began to taste iron.

He finally complied with himself and decided to knock softly hoping as to not disturb the slight elder.

A fee minutes later the door opened with a red faced Hoseok. He looked at taehyung who pulled out a two liter bottle of Sprite.

Hoseok ushered him in, gladly accepting the bottle of his favorite beverage.

Taehyung sat down on the couch with a frown, "hyung I'm sorry for not telling you I really am, your my best friend and you should've been the first to know."

He took a deep breath looking at hoseok straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry could you forgive me?" He asked. The elder pursed his lips together before nodding with a toothy grin.

The brunette happily jumped on his best friend, tackling him to the soft wool floor. Hoseok giggled, not paying any mind to the person who watched the two from afar.

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