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It was almost funny. Less than an hour ago I was condemning a class four demon back to hell and now a class one demon trailed behind me like a puppy. I was walking back to my apartment. We were going to live together.

The demon whistled cheerfully, a tune I couldn't recognize, as he kicked a pebble.

Was this safe? I didn't feel endangered, but the reality of this situation was yet to sink in. I turned a corner, into the entrance of my apartment complex and the demon picked up his pace to catch up with me.

"You're frustrated," he guesses, "overwhelmed."

"How observant of you," I retort, turning to look at him, "I'm assuming you'd feel the same way if you were just blackmailed into babysitting a class one demon."

"Is that what you Hunters call me?" the demon doesn't sound offended, rather a bit smug, "I'm quite great aren't I?" When he meets my eyes I see laughter, as if the classification of demons amused him.

"Class one demon, insufferable bastard," I shrug, starting up the stairs to my apartment, "take your pick." The demon chuckles. It's a low, warm sound, unfairly attractive and human.

"Are you could just call me by my name," he suggests, following closely, "you're Korean, aren't you. Jongin oppa." He switches to my native language, "sounds quite nice, doesn't it."

I whirl around, slamming a hand on either rail to face the demon. He doesn't flinch but I take a moment to enjoy the surprise in his amber eyes. I'm a few step above him, giving me height as I stare down at the demon.

"No," I tilt my head and offer him a sugary smile before turning to head back up the stairs. Behind me, the demon laughs again. "Don't you have an English name?" I ask.

"Maybe," he shrugs, following me to the second floor. "But you have my birth name, why not use it?"

I pause in front of my apartment door, reaching into my pocket to pull out my keys. "Because you're sure as hell not using my birth name," I say, sliding the key into the doorknob and push the door open. I motion for him to enter before me and he easily steps inside, reaching for a light switch as if he lived here.

"But I have no problem with using your English name," he turns to examine the inside of my apartment, "it quite suits you. Red, like your aura." The demon turns to smile at me from the center of my living room. He looked completely out of place. His dark, expensive-looking jeans and navy blue blazer clashed against the rather plain contents of the room. I only returned to the apartment around four or five am and then I simply slept the day away. I had now need for anything in the apartment other than a bed, but Lissa had claimed it looked empty and forced me to purchase the bare minimum of furniture.

And now I was glad that she had forced me to buy a couch because there was no way he was sleeping in my bedroom.