A demons angel.

4.

Jimin let's out a quiet laugh. "For starters in your reply you use difficult words most of the angels don't know the meaning of. Trust me I know, sometimes I don't know the meanings too." He smiles at the interesting angel. "When I first saw you at the market. When we locked eyes for that one moment I saw intelligence in your eyes." He says truthfully.

Namjoon listens to the demon's words quite surprised that he had been able to notice that type of details. "Thank you, sir" He replied eventually wanting to show that he was grateful both for the compliment and the cozy room he was provided with. That kindness was quite confusing and the angel couldn't help but wonder what was the cause behind it yet, realising he wouldn't be able to figure that out with just the little information he had about the demon, he gave up and decided it would be the best to enjoy while it lasted.

"Get used to the room. I have someone bring you a good meal upstairs in a few hours. Or you can just tell me if you're hungry and I'll get you something right away."

"I'd be very grateful if I could have some food now." He answered silencing down his stomach for betraying him by showing how hungry he was with sounds.

He stands up and stretches. "I still have some work to do in my office and don't be scared to wonder around the house unless my friends are present... they don't like the way I treat my angel. So it will be our little secret." He smiles and leaves the room. Telling one of the staff to bring him some food quickly but not too much to ruin his appetite for the dinner.

  He watches Jimin leave and then falls back on the bed, inhaling the scent of the sheets and getting lost in the softness of the material. He was either very lucky or something terrible was about to happen to equal the scales.

Not a long time after an annoyed looking girl shows up at namjoons door, knocking on it and waiting for it to open so she can give the food to him.