The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|20| Classy Pervert

Chapter 20: Classy Pervert

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A/N: Hi... I'm not dead. Dont worry. A long chapter to compensate for my hiatus. :)))

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Jungkook let out a sigh, his hands folded behind his head and his eyes glued to the ceiling, the ominous looking black color- feeling some what comforting to the raventte.

It had been quite some days since Ailee's body was discovered.

Her eyeless corpse reminded him the pits of hell, except for... Ailee looked so serene lying dead in that perfect white gown.

It was as if, she were sleeping peacefully.

Peacefully.

Jungkook pursed his lips together, his eyes still stuck to the ceiling.

"Ah... if I'd known you were going to die... I'd have asked you to stay for another round of drinks that night..." Jungkook let out another sigh, a somber one but void of any solid emotion.

Jungkook shook his head, knowing all too well there was nothing he could have done.

Those who were meant to die, indefinitely end up dying.

There was no trick up Jungkook's sleeve when it came to death. He cant predict nor forsee.... there was indeed nothing that could have been done to save Ailee.

And Jungkook had already acknowledged this fact that night of the crime scene.

There were some things the Devil couldn't do afterall- no... not couldn't, more like- shouldn't.

Meddling with souls who were about to die, was a messy business afterall...

Sure, he was the Devil- and he had indefinitely meddled with souls a lot of times through his contracts- but that wasn't the current Jungkook anymore.

If anything, Jungkook avoided meddling with souls... or more like.... stopped making contracts that would have the Silver Angels going up and about his ass for his actions, threatening him to be sealed within hell...

Ah... that's indeed bothersome.

Jungkook admitted, letting out a deep hum, his eyes narrowing at the wall.

Right.

Contract.

Swiftly, he jumped to his feet making his way to the safe in his office. Punching in the code, he unlocked the door and carefully put his hands in, his fingertips grazing the cool surface of the glass tube.

He leaned against the all, the glass vial in his hand, as the wooden pick rattled inside it.

A hidden contract.

"Stopped.. huh?" The Devil mumbled to himself.

Jungkook was well aware, he had messed up yet again.

It was only a miracle none of the Silver Angels had shown up enquiring about certain things.

Jungkook let out a small chuckle, pressing his palm to his face, recalling the day the Detective had summoned him.

"What do I do, Detective Kim?" He sighed "I want to reveal my true self and seal the deal...  but then I wanna keep teasing you even more..."

"You'll deny it... yeah... you'll call me delusional..." Jungkook laughed, remembering the silly bold replies the Detective had put back.