HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - SATAN

LIFEBOAT
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YOU WERE HESITANT in replying to a fellow student's question. Your eyes were now on the ribbon that she wore — a little loose and worn-out. The supposed to be bright yellow turned into a paler shade.

"Uhm, excuse me?" she asked, making you snap out of your thoughts.

You shake your head and smiled, just to make it seem like you were fine. That the question didn't bother you.

But you weren't okay — sure you're in a relationship with one of the demon brothers and sure it should be like "woah, that's cool".

Yet it was so different than what you expected that it started to hurt a little — no wait — it hurts too much.

Of course you couldn't tell that to your lover since you didn't want to come off as a clingy type. You were also sure that the blonde wouldn't like it.

Would Satan appreciate about you being clingy?

He changed. Before the two of you were going out, everything seemed fine — he was always the one who took the first step, to talk to you or to be with you.

Maybe you were just being selfish, maybe you should start doing the first move since you were afraid of him getting tired over you.

. . .

"Satannie," you called out your nickname to him a little too loud in the library. His shoulders squared as if he was tensed and there was trouble coming; his cheeks are covered with a pale shade of red.

His blue eyes with a speck of emerald found its way to yours; there was a look of suprise but it was soon washed and turned to embarrassment.

You were about to question on why he was acting this way until you heard one of the demons talking behind your back.

"The fourth born being called by a cute nickname? I never thought that he would even obey them. I guess Satan wasn't as powerful as he looked."

You snapped your head and gave them a glare. Somehow, the face you gave them was enough for them to scurry away — the demons were afraid of you once they heard about you making a pact with all seven brothers.

You sighed and went to sit next to your boyfriend. You greeted him with a smile; acting as if you weren't bothered about his expression a while ago.

You took a hold a of his hand and intertwined it with yours — you hummed in satisfaction when you felt him near you. It felt like home.

Although, it didn't seem the same as to the blonde.

He hastily pulled back his hand away from you and stood up abruptly; tucking his book under his arm as he looked the other way.

"I apologize, but I have to be somewhere else."

It felt like a dagger has striked your heart, making you wince. You merely nodded and watched him walk away with longing eyes.

. . .

It was already late at night and you couldn't sleep. Satan didn't exchange a word with you nor did he strike up a conversation during dinner time.