HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - SATAN

YOU MAKE MY HEART
SKIP A BEAT.

YOU LOOKED UP from the book you were currently reading. You asked Satan to help you with your studies since there's a certain subject that you suck at.

His room was cold, and a little dark. But he somehow managed to get work down with little light. He set up a lamp for you too just in case you find it hard to concentrate — which you really were, you could barely read anything.

"Are you having a hard time?" he glanced up from a novel he was reading, you held his gaze for a while before shaking your head.

You. "No, not at all. I understand the basics, but when it comes to the other topic, it feels so messy for me."

Satan chuckled, "Messy?" he closed his book shut, making a loud sound from it as he placed on the table near him. He stood up and started going near you.

It was weird. He was weird. Or maybe it was just you. It felt really weird when Satan goes near you, within your radius or when he accidentally touch you.

Your breath hitched when he was behind you, leaning towards you to take a glimpse from what you were trying to study. You heard him click his tongue when he finally had a handle to the passage of texts on the book. The book you were reading. The book you were holding. Why does it feel so pressuring just by holding a simple textbook?

"Ah, that's simple. Here, I'll write you the formula and just do that. I'll give you some exercises too so you could get a hang of it." he smiled down at you.

He took a hold of your notebook and started writing the needed formula for it. You stared at it for a while feeling a little bored at how you would compute again, and again, and maybe again — now the only thing that caught your attention is how Satan is literally behind you, both arms caging you in between as he slowly jots down the formula.

What's taking him so long in writing a simple formula?

After a few minutes of dreading and suffering, he finally backed off. You felt like you could breathe easily now, nothing to be bothered by the blonde's skin ships anymore.

Until, he pulled another chair to sit behind you, well, a little to your left. The chair was facing the other way, and it wasn't really a formal position that Satan always use; he had his chin resiting on both of his hands as his arm rested on the chair's backrest.

What bothers you the most is how he stared at you so... intently, dangerously. How it messes up with your heart rate.

"Hey." he called out, twirling your hair with his finger as he took a look from your flustered face.

You dared a glimpse on him but pulled away when you could still see him staring at you. You took a deep breath as you breathe out your reply, "What?"

It was simple as that but it felt like your throat was burning, as if there were chains all around it, gripping it tight, making it so painful that tears sprung in your eyes.

The way he acts is so confusing. You didn't know if it was friendly or something else. None of the other brothers dared to treat you like this. The way Satan's interaction messes up your mind, makes you shake, makes you so out of it.

But there was another side of you, screaming, crying, trying to get a hold of everything as they yelled "GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER. HE DOESN'T SEE YOU LIKE THAT."

You smiled sadly at the words in front of you. You should've just asked Solomon to tutor you. He was human too after all. And he certainly won't make you feel like how you feel right now.

You wanted to ditch already. But there's also a part of you that yearns for the same interaction you despise so much.

It took you multiple breaths, multiple scoldings inside your head as you muster up the courage to ask Satan what has been going around for some quite time.

"Why is it so confusing?"

"What is?"

"You."

You closed your eyes, your knuckles getting pale from the harsh grip. You were waiting for his reply, maybe he would just say, "You must be kidding."

You wish you were kidding.

After a few moments of self-loathing and panic, Satan finally said something. It made you look at him.

"You too." He looked shy, hurt, and maybe relief. "The way the light glowed around you as your eyes sparkled in determination. You make me weak. And how could you make a demon weak?"

You couldn't speak. As if your body forbids you to say anything and ruin something.

"I don't know, and I should know everything." He chuckled. Looking down, staring at nothing but the dusts from the wooden table — but then his eyes darted to your eyes, taking interest in it than staring at nothing.

Maybe you were something for him.

"I hate myself for feeling this," he motioned to everything around him. "I hate how I'm different from my brothers, how they feel so easy with you — and maybe, some part of me, hates how they go carefree with you." his voice was soft, it felt like knives were being thrown to your heart.

"But maybe it's the beauty of it," He stopped for a while as he smiled. "Maybe it's the hurt, the hate, and the soft feeling that make me so special when I'm with you."

He reached out for your hand and made it touch his soft lips. He kissed it, held it like it was the most fragile thing he had ever touched.

"You sure do know how you make way with words." You finally spoke, your eyes tracing his figure. How his body arch when he leans toward your hand, feeling the warmth and enjoying it — a small smile planted on his face.

"Oh, please." He curled a frown, sliding his hand into your own, intertwining his fingers in the process.

"There's no mere words that could fit the way I feel towards you. None."

Maybe you weren't something. Maybe you were his everything.

And his everything shall be.

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