Hearteater | kth

4. Personal Hell

"Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel."

"I don't fucking get this." I fumed, biting down on a cheese stick and chewing slowly. "I mean, last time I checked I didn't smell. I don't, do I?"

I glanced over at Yoongi who looked particularly done with this conversation. "I don't think you smell, Faye." he mumbled.

"And I'm pretty, right? I mean, at least according to human standards."

"I've seen enough human women to say that you're a ten." He admitted shamelessly.

"Why thank you, Yoongles," I grinned before becoming glum again. "So why isn't he all over me?"

The blond man gave a heavy sigh, sinking into his chair. "Honestly Faye, I think you should just drop this. Obviously there's something wrong with this dude. Perhaps his weenie is broken or something. Let it go and let's move on to our next target."

"No!" I hissed. Dropping this case would mean admitting that I can't handle it and disappointing my father when I had spent almost an eternity trying to convince him that I was competent enough of having my own thing. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of shoving my failure in my face as I crawled back to hell with my tail between my legs.

"So what do you suggest?" Yoongi groaned. "We abduct him and strap him down to a chair until he starts to fancy you?" he asked, traces of sarcasm lining his voice.

"Why isn't my aura working on him?" I ran a hand over my face in frustration. "This has never happened before and it's driving me nuts."

"That's alarming," Yoongi admitted, biting on his lower lip. "Maybe you're just losing your game."

"Bullshit," I scowled. "He just needs a little push and he'll crack, I can feel it. What if I simply need a different human form? But I'm gonna miss this one so much." I didn't feel like finding another human body to take over. Moreover, I just hoped that this would work on the first try. I didn't want to infiltrate this guy's life and make everything much more complicated by involving other people. I had done it a couple of times with tough ones like him and it never ended well.

On the other hand, a part of my brain started pondering whether Taehyung was even human. What if he was just a part of some elaborate plan my father had for me? This would explain why I seemingly had no effect on him.

"I hardly think your appearance is the problem here. I don't know, Faye. Not being able to get a guy into bed... it sounds like your father has put you in your own personal hell." Yoongi snickered.

The thought of my father playing mind games on me by assigning me this task made me feel uneasy which I hated. "Shut up," I threw my deadliest glare at him before movement at the door caught my eye. "Okay, he's here. Quickly, hide!"

"Oh, so now you don't need me anymore? W o w," Yoongi frowned but still put on his hoodie and slumped. "Should I tell you good luck? Seems like you're gonna need it." I heard his last taunting remark before he dissipated into thin air.