Spicy Bangtan || Ot7

Yoonjin|Only Yoonjin pt2

Today Yoongi is determined to finally get to kiss Seokjin on the lips. He’s been giving updates on how Heaven is doing recently over the past few days, but all he’s getting are fleeting kisses all over his face except where he wants those lips the most. But today, oh, Yoongi’s got the most interesting news in a while and he bets Seokjin will agree with him.

He knocks on the doors and only opens them when he’s invited in. As usual, since Yoongi’s first request, Seokjin is sitting casually on his leather couch drinking wine as if he’s at a lounge and not in the middle of work. Whatever, he’s the boss. The change of location of their meetings is a progress of Seokjin’s openness to the fallen angel, at least Yoongi hopes so.

Seokjin pats the space beside him while he busies himself with refilling his glass, not even looking at him. The lesser demon can’t help but roll his eyes at how his boss still acts unaffected and uninterested. But Yoongi isn’t called a good observer for nothing; he’s Hell’s messenger and spy after all.

On the way, Yoongi was about to speak when Seokjin beats him to it. “Would you mind if I do without the horns today?”

The messenger doesn’t really understand what his boss meant so he just gives an unsure nod. Slowly, Seokjin’s horns retreat into his temples until only his dark hair is seen on the top of his head. Yoongi can’t help but freeze on the spot and let his jaw drop a little. He wasn’t aware that demons could do that, especially not the devil himself.

“You can’t believe just how heavy those are; my neck is cramping. It’s just us two so I assumed you wouldn’t mind,” Seokjin laughs a little at himself and gestures for Yoongi to get closer. “Come here.”

He snaps out of his daze and steps forward. “So, I’ve got something good today~” Yoongi sing-songs as he sits down on the couch.

“You haven’t been giving me bad reports lately. It’s worrying,” Seokjin replies before drinking. Yoongi watches the bobbing of Seokjin’s throat as he swallows the wine, transfixed. The devil notices Yoongi’s lack of response and clears his throat, amused at the demon’s distractedness.

“No, no! It’s nothing to worry about,” the messenger quickly assures. “Anyway, I heard from quite a number of sources that there’ve been groups of angels starting to question God.”

Seokjin’s attention is expectantly caught at this news, but he doesn’t ask for Yoongi to continue. Just takes another sip of his wine. Yoongi huffs internally at the lack of response.

“Apparently, they’re frustrated at God’s lack of intervention towards the violence humans are initiating. You remember the huge groups of souls to enter Heaven I mentioned before?” the messenger asks, Seokjin only nods. “Well, apparently it’s from all those wars, bombings, and shootings from all over the Earth.”

“Hmm, we did spread out a lot of prejudice and anger a while back,” Seokjin contemplates, his glass nearly empty.

“Of course, that’s our job.” The devil raises his eyebrow at Yoongi’s quip. The messenger only continued, “But it’s their job to help clean the manifestations of the negativity we gave out, no? And the angels are starting to worry at God not doing that at all.”

“And this means?” Seokjin asks, confused and a little impatient this time.

A kittenish smile forms on Yoongi’s lips, fully directed at the devil. “This means just a little more questioning of authority and those angels will fall.” He leans in closer to Seokjin’s space, swirling a finger on the boss’ knee. “Not only will angels decrease in number for a time, but you’ll probably get to admit more fallen ones here.”

Seokjin snorts a little at this, but directs a questioning smile back at Yoongi. “I’ll get more angels like you, huh?”

Yoongi looks up at the devil with a pout, genuine panic and a tinge of sadness in his cat-like eyes. “I guess…”

“I’ll get more messengers, more spies who have private meetings with me?” Seokjin whispers directly into Yoongi’s ear while he puts down the wine glass on the coffee table. “More lovely fallen angels asking for rewards? I guess that’s good news after all, hmm?”

Yoongi couldn’t suppress the small gasp that he lets out and the widening of his eyes as he looks at Seokjin’s face which was so filled with amusement. He was full on frowning now at the prospect of not doing special work anymore. Especially not being special to Seokjin anymore even if it’s just the boss letting him act flirty. What’s worse is the chuckle that Seokjin lets out in response to Yoongi’s clearly upset state.

He was about to move away from the devil when a strong arm winds its way to his waist and pulls him closer. “I was only kidding, angel,” Seokjin whispers on Yoongi’s lips and makes them meet.

Yoongi has to hold on to Seokjin’s arm for purchase due to shock. But soon enough he’s melting into the broader man, letting him be pulled in by the waist that he’s almost sitting on his lap. Seokjin’s lips, Yoongi concludes, taste better than any type of expensive wine on this greedy city. They break the kiss a few times just to touch again. Seemingly chaste, but definitely heated by the way they crash and press together as if they’ve been starved this whole time.

Seokjin is the first to really pull off, but holds Yoongi’s face close, searching his eyes. “You’re the best spy I’ve had, why would I replace you?” he asks around a delighted chuckle.

“I don’t know. Maybe a prettier and more knowledgeable angel will fall into Hell and on your lap or something,” Yoongi huffs, deliberately blowing air on Seokjin’s face, which the taller man blows back. They end up giggling like teenagers instead of powerful forces of evil.

“Seriously though, you’re amazing at your job. I wouldn’t replace you.”

“Only at my job?” Yoongi asks teasingly even though he’s delighted at the praise. He gets a pinch to his side as a response. “I don’t even know why you indulge me. Isn’t this,” he gestures at his thigh draped over Seokjin’s leg, “against ‘company’ rules or whatever?”

Seokjin snorts at the idea and says smugly, “I’m the boss. Of Hell.”

“Mmm, you sure are,” Yoongi purrs and nuzzles into Seokjin’s neck, inhaling his sweet heady scent. His feathers flutter as Seokjin scratches lightly on his lower back. The devil chuckles at the reaction. “We should get back to working, boss.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

But Seokjin just increases the pace of his scratching until he starts to actually tickle Yoongi’s sides. The demon gasps and squirms before he finally flies out of Seokjin’s arms. He groans at the devil’s childish laughter as he descends from the air. “You’re really fucking ridiculous for a guy that’s supposed to be Satan, you know?”

Seokjin wipes away a few stray tears of mirth before cocking an eyebrow at the demon and walking towards him in the middle of the office. “Oh, you want me to be serious, huh?”

The wine-colored horns grow out in an instant and Seokjin seems to have grown taller in size. His eyes turn into thin gold slits while all of his skin gets flushed in black. Red smoke that smells like blood starts to gradually cover the office. And Yoongi,

Yoongi just yelps and bolts out of the room in cold sweat. He hears high-pitched laughter and a “Till your next report, Yoongi!” before the oak doors close behind him. He sees another demon, around his height, at the end of the corridor looking at him weirdly and mouthing, “What the fuck are you doing?” And so the messenger runs towards Jimin, who’s in charge of training new demons, and slings his arm on his shoulder.

“Jimin, you wouldn’t believe how hot Seokjin is when he’s all evil and intimidating,” Yoongi groans out. He tells his friend everything that went down during the meeting. Knowing how thirsty Yoongi has been for Seokjin from the beginning of this job, Jimin congratulates the fallen angel, and then proceeds to talk to him about the cute new demons in his charge this season.

"I'd let him fuck me anytime"