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Mingi is a creature that most people fear. A creature humans make horrible movies about. Movies that have you watching your back at home, movies that make you unable to sleep at night. That creature is a...
Demon.
Now you'd think Mingi is a scary looking monster but, no; he is drop dead gorgeous. What you've to fear is the insane head he carries not the fact that he's a demon.
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The world is rotten. I can smell it. The smell of rotting meat, torn-off skin, the fetor of old, dry blood. The smell of decay. And it's not in Hell.
People are slowly but surely killing their own Heaven on Earth. They created comfort and class for nothing, however, their life lacks class and taste as they are searching for depraved and pervert joys every single day. No wonder why the planet is dying... and no wonder why I have so much power.
Well, as the colonel of Hell's greatest and most fabulous army, I think I deserve it. And of course I deserve a big glass of high-class Scotch as well. Having completed all my things-to-do... well, "lives-to-take, souls-to-flay" list today I flew myself here, into this piece of shit club in this messy city of the "Emerging Far-Fucking-East"... and I thought I will have more fun than I am having at this particularly lazy moment. I glance over the dancefloor, but I only see easy girls and way easier boys as they catch my sight for even a moment. I need something more tonight, not a cheap and easy lay...
In a further search of targets and not too easy boys, I continue judging my well respected – wow who am I kidding – audience, but something catches my eyes... or someone to be exact.
He has the most intense energies in this damned place, and he's so pure that even I feel like I'm being baptized with his pure persona.
Seems like I have my clean white canvas to smear tonight... and that's why I ask the bartender to serve him a Between the sheets cocktail immediately. I hope he'll get the hint.
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Yeosang was silently regretting agreeing to go out with one of his friends named Wooyoung. No seriously, why did he even open the text message he received. He knows Wooyoung long enough to tell beforehand that they would end up in one of the most famous clubs in their city. The good thing so far was the fact that the club had comfy sofas— where he sat daydreaming about a book he read at home. Only if he knew how bored he'd be he'd bring it with him.
Today, was a sucked up day like every other day, hustle and bustle everywhere—every second of the day. All the stupid brats around his apartment wouldn't shut up, shouting, letting out joyful laughters and some crying for whatever goddamn reason they had. No one cares if you want peace, no. The fact that you're brought into this hell of a planet makes it your responsibility to withstand every frustration and every anger within.
Honestly speaking, sometimes as mean and as heartless as it may sound; Yeosang understands the serial killers. He doesn't justify them, he just understands them.
No one shuts up, no one. However, Yeosang doesn't hate living per se. He just hates the people living alongside him. The club he's in is a reminder of how fucked up and slutty his generation is. Girls are trying to be seductive and guys fall under their spells like stupid ogres. But at least it's a win-win, ain't it? They fuck and they get fucked. How low of a goal is that to have?
Of course, Wooyoung wasn't any better in that particular moment. If Yeosang cared enough to search better he'd surely find him grinding against another handsome boy toy of his. Save, Wooyoung was smart and as manipulative as a human being could get. He was using them and honestly? Why not? They all are stupid to not know that they are getting manipulated.
Yeosang sighed loudly, watching the crowd go mad at some louder songs that made the basses pop off so much he could feel the vibrations in his chest. He shook his head at the sight. They all look like whores. Even he, a mere fellow human could smell how much the place reeks of sweat. It was the least disgusting. The intoxicating alcohol was so much in the air he could feel his nose stinging.
That's why he found an unoccupied spot, trying to hide himself in his try-to-be-found peace. As good as he hid he still had boys and girls inviting him to dance. Damn his feminine features that made him look kind, just one "fuck off" and he could see how the mortified expressions appeared. It was actually entertaining enough to have him choke a giggle or two.
Suddenly a beautiful tall boy with overly confident wide shoulders and a shirt that—meanwhile too tight for his obviously muscled body—had more than enough buttons undone, leaving something over nothing to the imagination, stopped in front of him. And Yeosang would curse at him too; but seeing the waist apron around his hips he let him speak, knowing he was one of the many bartenders in there.
"Hello, this is for you pretty boy" he said seductively and Yeosang squeezed all the power in him to not flip him off. Rolling his eyes he shook his head. "I think you're mistaken. I never ordered this" he replied kindly; why was he even trying to appear nice? He is not.
The bartender chuckled as he put the drink on his table, leaning a hand on it as his free hand flew under his chin, running his nasty fingers over it. Yeosang's expression churned at the action but before he could say anything the bartender pointed somewhere at the far end behind him. "This is ordered from this guy. For you." He winked before he strolled back to his duty.
Wow.
Wow was all Yeosang could utter at the sight. There was a hellishly handsome guy, with strong, mean features. He had broad shoulders and the darkest tone of black he's ever seen on hair. Nice to know such a beautiful man was interested in him but Yeosang is not gay. He doesn't have any problem with gays though. He just isn't one. Then again it's been ages since he found a girl attractive too. Thought that made him question if he's turned asexual over the years.
Before the bartender left completely from his table he shouted "Wait!" Which made the boy turn on his heels. "Yes, pretty boy?" He smirked as he shamelessly undressed the other with his eyes. Clearing his throat he glared at the inappropriate man but shook his head for emphasis. "Take this back to him. And let him know I'm not interested!" He exclaimed and the bartender, who on a better look at his name tag turned out to be called Kai, clicked his tongue amused. Humming he did as he told and Yeosang drowned in his imagination once again.
'He must be yet another rich brat like every single male in this room'
Mingi bit his lips that threatened to break into a small smile. He watched as the bartender neared him, but he already knew the answer. He's a demon, for God's sake.
Before the bartender actually reached the table he's sitting at he strolled over to the boy, hurriedly grabbing the drink out of the other's hand. He's had rejections over the centuries, but at the end no one could resist him. Peachy. That's not a hard thing to do.
He confidently stepped in front of the blonde boy giving a small smirk as he gracefully took a seat. "I wasn't sure if you didn't like the cocktail or didn't like the fact that I couldn't bring it myself to you... so now it must be the cocktail." He faked an overly polite smile. "What's your name?" He asked softly.
Yeosang snorted at the audacity. "Well, no. I didn't like the fact that you sent the cocktail in the first place. I like the drinks I buy myself thank you very much." He grimaced at the taller, hoping to pass the memo. He moved a seat farther. "Now could you go? You're not even my type" well no one is his mind snitched at him but he scolded himself mentally. Sipping his rum he turned his head towards the dance floor.
"That's all... Bye" he mumbled but little did he know he just entertained a demon more than he'd ever been for the past 3 centuries.
Unbeknown to him, Yeosang just signed up for a treat.
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