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Yoonjin|Only Angel pt1

Found on: ao3
Title: Only Angel
Author: bope
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Yoongi never expected Hell to be so… corporate.

Back in Heaven, they had been more martial in practice behind the guise of peace and harmony to keep the place safe, sure. But down here, there’s still a lot of military tactics to combat Heaven’s, but Satan’s dwelling along with other high ranking demons is literally a sleek 30-storey building with all-black windows and silver metal accents. Walking through the highest floor now, Yoongi would suspect that he was sent in an office on Earth instead of in Hell if it weren’t for the tails, horns, claws, or black wings poking through the demons’ office worker clothes.

He supposes this is better than actually being sent to Earth as a human. This new job isn’t so bad anyway , Yoongi thinks as he knocks on the huge black oak doors at the end of the corridor.

“Come in,” a voice from inside calls.

Yoongi has to suppress a gasp every time he enters the office to report to the boss, Kim Seokjin, a.k.a Satan a.k.a the hottest man Yoongi has ever seen. The spacious office is as black as the rest of the building and shines as if it’s made of crystal, with some maroon colored couches and tables, and yellow flowers in gold vases in some parts of the room. The lesser demon has long been sanitized to such opulence thanks to the guys above, so Yoongi doesn’t really care about all that.

What he cares about is the man looking out of his ceiling-to-floor windows behind his desk to view the rest of Hell, bathed in the city’s red glow. Seokjin’s stance is relaxed but strong; his shoulders drawn, as usual, making his white button down stretch across his back and chest a delicious amount. His black leather tail is swaying only slightly, showing interest but not too much. And oh , his horns are out: two thick, wine-colored appendages at his temples, just touching his black hair, curled and curved like a ram’s. The biggest horns in the land.

Yoongi fully stepped into the room, the oak doors closing with so much weight that air ruffles the black feathers of his wings when they shut. He approaches the front of the large desk confidently. Today’s news is the most valuable out of all the ones Yoongi has given so far after all.

“Proceed,” Seokjin commands, his back still facing the messenger.

“Well, nothing much, sir,” Yoongi drawls out with fake nonchalance, going so far as to drawing random patterns on the table with his finger. “I just found out that the next batch of souls to be brought to Heaven is a huge amount, even angels guarding the armory are going to decrease in number.”

Seokjin turned his body slowly upon hearing the news, projecting an image of calm. But the fire in his eyes are recognizable to Yoongi when they meet his. He’s got the boss’ attention now.

“And why would they do that, exactly?” the devil asked, sounding as if he was challenging Yoongi. The lesser demon shivered slightly.

Yoongi places his hands flat on the desk and rests his hip a little on the edge. “Oh, just the usual reason how the people up there think they’re so good at hiding where their armory is. Typical angels don’t even know where it is. So they think it doesn’t have to be guarded as much even on a day when their defenses are centered by the entrance, weak everywhere else.”

“And you weren’t a typical angel, I’m guessing?” Seokjin asks with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrow.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be here right now if I was, sir,” Yoongi purrs out, emphasizing the honorific and eyes filled with mirth. He doesn’t miss the way Seokjin’s tail swats around the air silently. “Shall I tell you when it’ll be now or--”

“We’ll discuss it in the next meeting with the generals,” Seokjin decides, cutting off Yoongi’s question. He walked forward to his chair and sits. In this position he has to look up at Yoongi a little to maintain eye contact. “You’ve done well, Yoongi. I didn’t expect you to bring such important news as early as now.” Seokjin gives a small, pleased smile at the messenger that makes his wings flutter a little.

“The job gives me a lot to be motivated about,” Yoongi replies lowly but a little coy. The demon folds his arms on the desk and shifts his weight on his elbows, head resting on his palms, his body bent teasingly at the hip. Yoongi even flutters his eyelashes towards Seokjin and says, “But maybe you can give me something more? Hmm, like a reward?”

Seokjin cocks his eyebrow at Yoongi, but he looks more amused than annoyed. He doesn’t seem to mind the messenger’s invasion of his space either. “Well, I suppose I can give you a promotion. It’d be a bit too fast, honestly. But you’ve been quite valuable, especially as a high ranking angel. Fallen, that is. So I guess, I can make it happen.”

“That’s generous of you, sir. But I was thinking of something simple really,” Yoongi smiles as he speaks. When Seokjin doesn’t ask further, he finally says with a pout, “I just want a kiss.”

He watches as Seokjin’s pupils change to golden slits for a second before turning back to their original black rounds. The devil gives him a kind smile. “That can be arranged.”

Yoongi is beyond surprised that his tactics worked that he failed to process how Seokjin was already leaning in and grabbing his chin gently to pull it towards him. Soft, plump lips land on one of Yoongi’s cheeks which quickly colors red. Seokjin was already leaning back on his chair when Yoongi realizes what just happened.

Yoongi shoots up from his position on the desk and cups his kissed cheek. “What was that? I wanted a kiss on the lips,” the messenger groaned.

Seokjin lets out an amused squeaky laugh and shrugs. “You can’t get the best rewards right away, Yoongi. I have to keep you motivated for more if I want you to keep getting better at your job, no?”

The blush travels to Yoongi’s ears as he takes in the implications of Seokjin’s words. Motivated for more? Does he mean… It took all of his self-restraint to keep himself from squealing.

“Now, if there’s nothing more,” Seokjin doesn’t end his sentence and just gestures towards the oak doors, his expression a bit neutral but definitely more lively than at the start of the meeting.

Yoongi stands up straight, gives a pretend salute to Seokjin and a gummy grin before turning around to strut to the exit. He knows he’s trying too much, but he can’t help but exaggerate the sway of his hips on his way out. Especially when he hears the crack of Seokjin’s tail before the doors slammed shut.

"Thank fuck!"