"While he was falling from Heaven, I was crawling out of Hell. This love was doomed from its very beginning."
No one is immune to Kim Taehyung's charms. Not even the devil's daughter...
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It's been five minutes.
Five fucking minutes and I'm not sure if Jungkook is even breathing. He hasn't blinked even once, that's for sure. I'm not certain that's normal.
"Is he a mime?" Lucifer asked curiously, walking around the petrified Jungkook as if he were the center piece of a museum exhibition. "Is this some type of modern art performance? Humans nowadays, they're so fucking weird."
"I think he's just shocked." I explained dryly.
"He looks like an emoji." He widened his eyes, mimicking Jungkook's stupefied gaze.
"Cut the crap," I grumbled darkly. "I'm not going to fall for your charming manipulations."
He looked appalled.
"You think I want to manipulate my own spawn?"
"What a lovely way to refer to your only daughter." I retorted sardonically.
"You never said," he brushed the subject off nonchalantly, pointing at Jungkook with his chin. "Is he the lad you've been having naked cuddly time with?"
"Dad!" I hissed, glancing over at the traumatized Jungkook. "As a matter of fact, no, he's not."
He pressed a hand on his chest. "Geez, I'm relieved. Figured this much though. He reeks of virgin."
"Dad!" I said pointedly, scowling slightly.
"What? It's so rare nowadays he's like an extinct species. Like... like a four-leaf clover and a unicorn had a baby."
"DAD!!"
"What?" he asked, dumbfounded. "Am I embarrassing you by any chance?"
"I've had it with your witty comments," I sulked, folding my arms over my chest. "Why are you here?"
"To speak to a copyright lawyer regarding the devil emoji."
"DAD!!!!!!"
"Oh, yes," Lucifer said, wearing the expression of a man who had just remembered he left the stove on. "I'm here so that we could schedule your return to Hell."
I scoffed haughtily.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious, Faye. We need you there. I need you there."
"Oh okay, let me check my calendar," I said, my lips spread into a fake smile. "The seventh of never through the tenth of ain't-gonna-happen, how does that work for you?"
"Faye," my father said in his usual silky, temptingly persuading tone. "Are you really gonna act like a child about this?"
"I'm not a child!" I stomped my feet, pointing at the door frustratedly. "Now get out of my room! I mean, my apartment!"
