Give You Hell || j.j.k

3. Benched

We all kinda looked around at each other with the same confused expression.
What was this teenager in a tight silky red suit doing yelling at us?
"Come again?" Yoongi asked again.
He scanned the room, locking eyes with me and crossing his arms. His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as he raised his eyebrows.
I just looked around, awkward and confused.
I then looked to the back side of my homework, covered in pentagrams.
"Eyes off my sister buddy, what's the deal?" Yoongi stood up, not comparing in size to the kid, but everyone knew he could kick the shit out of anyone.
"Mortals..." he rolled his eyes. "You wanted to make the deal in private, yes?" He turned back to me.
"What..?"
"What you fucking called me for!? The deal, fuckhead!"
"What deal?!" I finally yelled back.
"It's me!" He pointed at himself, "Satan!"
...
Jimin was the first to snort.
"What are you on my guy?" Yoongi asked, looking disgusted.
The kid sighed.
"Listen, what do you want in exchange for your soul? I wanna go home so hurry up..." he said.
More laughs erupted, from the pretty boy who was caught cheating off his friend. He sounded like a windshield wiper.
"Okay... Satan... just leave the girl alone." The Namjoon guy defended.
"My names not-" he sighed and pulled his hand out.
It erupted in flames.
You know, like just causally.
Like his arm wasn't oN FIRE.
"WHAT THE SHIT?!" Hoseok screamed, jumping back in his seat and falling over, making me scream.
Taehyung pushes me behind him as the flaming boy stared me down.
"Jesus- I cant hurt her, okay? It's in the deal. You summoned me so... persistently, so now tell me what you want so I can go home." He repeated.
"Just stop it with the sparkle hands!" Jimin finally yelled, being paralyzed behind Hoseok.
He looked at his hand and let out a sound of realization. His eyes turned red quick as his arm went back to normal, unharmed just like his suit.
"I didn't summon you!" I called as he came closer to Taehyung and I.
He stopped at my desk and picked up the paper, sighing. "You didn't?"
Yoongi groaned.
"Of course! Why wouldn't you summon Satan!"
"Jungkook is fine..." he interrupted.
"Oh, I'm sorry! You summoned 'Jungkook'!"
I scoffed. "You think I did this on purpose?! I didn't know Satan was a soul genie!"
"I'm not a genie, I'm the ruler of Hell!"
"WE'RE TALKING!" Yoongi and I screamed at the same time.
Then, the bell rang.
Yoongi shifted his glare to Jungkook.
If I see you near my sister ever again, I will not hesitate to take your fire hands and shove them right up your ass."
"You. (Y/n)." "You're telling me that you didn't try to summon me?"
I nodded as he got closer.
"Back off, silky..." Taehyung threatened.
He laughed and waved his hand, Taehyung's body flying into Hoseok.
I was in the open.
"Give me your soul in exchange for a deed and I'll be on my way." He stated simply.
"No, you fucking psychopath!"
He frowned.
"There is another way... but even I'm not that cruel." He leaned down to match my eye level. "Don't push me to become that cruel."
He stood up and fixed his jacket. "I expect you to return to this establishment tomorrow, so be here with your decision." He bowed before he zapped away, leaving ash in his place.
They helped Taehyung up and all left, not saying a word.
The next day rolled around and nobody showed up.
It was a Saturday.
So he waited.
And then Sunday passed.
This is all a long winded way of saying that the king of hell spent 3 nights on a bench in front of the school.