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Jimin sighed as he grabbed his heavy laundry basket, placing it on his hip while trying to grab his keys and unlock his dorm room at the same time. It was a late Sunday and though Jimin had absolutely no classes on Monday, he was determined to get all his chores done by the end of the weekend.

With one final complicated maneuver, Jimin managed to open his door and set his laundry aside. ‘I need a nap.’ Jimin thought to himself with a sigh as he closed his door and relocated his laundry basket to his room. His roommate Jin was out on a date and if (read when) he got lucky; he wouldn’t be back until morning.

Jimin shook that thought off and flopped face first into his bed, glad to have the rest after his ordeal at the laundry. His dorm was located almost across the complex from the laundry room, so he had to lug his heavy basket around with absolutely no help from anyone. Then to make thing worse, the damn washing machine had eaten his money and the change dispenser refused to accept his crinkled bills.

A bit lightheaded now, Jimin rolled onto his back and breathed in a lungful of air. Silence echoed in the room and Jimin grew restless, tossing and turning and checking his phone to see that he had no messages or phone calls from anyone. Jimin sighed again and stared at the ceiling, his eyes tracked the cracks in the plaster and he mentally counted them all. Jimin frowned. ‘I need to get out of here-‘

BOOM!

Jimin jumped up at the sound of the loud crash, his eyes wide and frightened as he let out a startled yelp and covered his throbbing ears with his hands. The sound was something akin to the popping one got in their ears after a long car ride, only it made the ground shake and the cracks on the ceiling grow.

‘What the hell is going on!?’ Jimin thought in a panic as he glanced around the room, the sound pulsing in his ears. A strange sensation filled the room and Jimin felt a shiver run down his spine and the hairs on his neck stand on end in suspense. A loud cackle sounded in the room suddenly and the pulsing stopped, leaving everything still and silent.

Scared, Jimin shut his eyes and counted his heartbeats (he had a feeling that if he opened his eyes or moved, the sound would come back). ‘One, two, three-’

“Hmm, is this the human realm?” A low velvety voice asked in a language that sounded familiar to Jimin, though he couldn’t understand what was being said. Jimin slowly opened his eyes and he felt his jaw drop in disbelief.

A tall male was standing in the middle of his room, tall and lean with lightly tanned skin, shocking silver hair spiked up away from his face. The man was very handsome and if Jimin were himself, he would have immediately blushed and looked away from the man before he pounced on him or began staring for an uncomfortably long time. Though what had Jimin questioning his sanity was the fact that the human looking male had horns peeking through his hair above his slightly pointed ears adorned with small gold earrings, and he had large leathery black wings folded at his back. He looked beautiful, dangerous, and ethereal.

Red eyes met Jimin’s before they dulled to a dark hazel. The tall male gave Jimin a once over that made him feel like the stranger could see his very soul, and then he gave Jimin a lascivious smirk that bared his sharp canines. He leaned his face closer to the smaller male. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Jimin shivered at the dark tone, blushing slightly because even though he couldn’t understand the language he was speaking (Jimin thought it sounded something like English, he failed miserably at the subject in high school), Jimin could practically feel the underlying innuendo in the strange man’s voice.

The silver haired male leaned closer to Jimin and lifted one hand, his slender fingers tracing the soft edge of Jimin’s jaw. “If I had not known you were human, I would have mistaken you for a siren,” The man said once again, making Jimin feel a bit overwhelmed. Maybe he was dreaming?

The man moved his hand away from Jimin and instead placed them on his hips, his pointed nails digging into the strange clothing he wore. “Are you mute? Speak human!” The man ordered, his expression becoming demanding and cold as he looked at Jimin like a person would look at gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe.

“…Are you some crazy cosplayer who broke into my house?” Jimin finally asked, the shock wearing off and his mouth shooting off random questions without his permission. “Or maybe this is all a dream, but my dreams aren’t this vivid, and I’m sure that I just got back from doing laundry. Maybe Jin hyung poisoned me?”

The silver haired male looked at Jimin with an unreadable expression, though the corner of his mouth twitched and his eyebrow raised in surprise without his permission. Jimin moved his hands incessantly around himself, making him look like a bird flapping its wings as he spoke. “-But Jin hyung doesn’t have the balls to do that. I know, I’ve seen them, and if it weren’t for his pretty face, he would never get a date. But-”

“Pft-” The silver haired man let out an amused huff of air, interrupting Jimin and making him look at the man in confusion. “Ha Ha Ha~!!” He bellowed out, laughing until he curled in on himself, his clothes rippling and moving like water with the action.

‘What’s so funny?’ Jimin thought to himself in morbid confusion. When he woke up in the morning earlier in the day, he didn’t think that he would be here now, facing a laughing demon/human cosplayer. The man continued laughing until tears gathered in the corner of his eyes and he began to wheeze on every inhale and exhale.

Jimin frowned at first, but when seeing the man’s unguarded happy expression, he couldn’t help but crack a small smile as well. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad day-

“You amuse me human, it has been hundreds of years since I last laughed.” The silver haired man interrupted Jimin’s train of thought as he straightened up, his laughter falling away and leaving a light spark in his dark hazel eyes. Jimin finally understood him, but at his next words, he really wished that he didn’t. “As the crown prince of Astale, I Kim Namjoon, hereby assign you the honor of first concubine.”

Jimin felt his body freeze and his brain shut down, the words concubine echoing within his mind. The silver haired man gave Jimin a cocky smirk and leaned down, his mouth nearly touching the dumbfounded human’s ear as he spoke. “In your language, you may call me Kim Namjoon, although I much prefer Master.” Namjoon then the shell of his ear like a star.

“Yah! What the hell are you doing!?” Jimin shouted as he shoved Namjoon away from his face. The tall man sent him a confused glance, but Jimin ignored it in favor of scrambling away from the taller man, his arms crossed across his chest in a protective gesture.

Namjoon watched Jimin, his lips and lifting a finger to wipe the corner of his mouth, apparently liking the taste of the panicked human. “…You taste sweet.” Namjoon finally said, nodding to himself and mentally congratulating his ability to pick concubines.

“What!?” Jimin shouted again. “What the hell does that even mean? And there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be your concubine, you crazy bastard!” Jimin warily watched Namjoon, his arms still making an ‘X’ gesture across his body. ‘And why does he even want me? I am a man!’

Namjoon sighed and tilted his head to the side, giving Jimin a look that suggested he was an idiot. “No one has ever turned me down before.” He said, crossing his arms and then narrowing his now red eyes as he slowly looked Jimin over again, regardless of whether he was huddling in the corner or not. “But, it is of no real consequence, you will be mine.”

Jimin frantically shook his head and huddled closer to the edge of his bed, nearly falling off in the process. “How arrogant can you be!? I said no!” Jimin shouted, trying to edge away from the tall man standing in the middle of his room when he drew closer to the bed, too bad Namjoon was blocking the doorway.

Namjoon smirked and his fang like canines glinted in the late evening sun. “You say no now, but your scent says otherwise…” The silver haired man then crawled onto the bed, nearing Jimin and cornering him at the edge of his small bed with his lean body.

Confused, Jimin brought the edge of his sweater sleeve up to his nose and took a small sniff. Nothing but the sweet smell of sugar reached his nose, along with the gentle smell of clean laundry.

Namjoon took the opportunity to grab Jimin’s wrist and draw the small male closer to himself. Jimin let out a startled gasp and he tilted his head slightly up to see red eyes meet his.  Namjoon leaned his face closer to his and Jimin shut his eyes and tensed in apprehension, his heart speeding up and his palms becoming damp with sweat. The silver haired man smirked at the reaction, but instead of kissing Jimin, he pressed his nose into the column of the smaller male’s neck and took a deep inhale. “So sweet and innocent…” He muttered sensually, his eyes half lidded and dazed as he took in more of Jimin’s addictive scent.

Jimin slowly opened his eyes and he was met with the sight of Namjoon’s pointed black horn in front of his face. Surprised, the human let out a girly squeak and yanked his wrist frantically from Namjoon’s hold, forgetting that he was perched precariously on the edge of his twin size bed. “AH-!” Jimin shouted in surprise, startling Namjoon with his shout before he fell off the bed with a loud thump.

Blinking blankly, Namjoon stared at the spot that Jimin had previously occupied. ‘What…?’ The prince asked himself as he leaned over the edge of the bed and took a peek at the floor. Jimin was sprawled on his back, his face scrunched up in pain and his black hair was spread out on the floor, exposing his forehead. Namjoon stared again, but when Jimin moved to sit up and began muttering innocent curses under his breath, Namjoon broke out into uncontrollable laughter again.

‘Ow~!’ Jimin thought to himself as he held the back of his aching head, ignoring the laughing demon cosplayer on his bed.

“Human, I believe your antics are enough to satisfy my need for amusement.” Namjoon said, eyeing Jimin again once he was done laughing. “However, as my mother was the succubus capable of stealing the King’s attention from his mate, I have other needs that you must attend to. Preferably now.” Namjoon said, stepping off the edge of the bed and leaning over Jimin on all fours, trapping him under his body before he could react.

“Ah, what?” Jimin asked with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Namjoon ignored him and gave him a look so loaded with desire that Jimin froze and allowed the man to lean his face closer to his and-

Namjoon kissed him. 

“Mmph!” Jimin panicked in his mind and he weakly used his hands to beat on the man’s chest and try to push him away, but the kiss merely grew more insistent at Jimin’s protests. Namjoon tilted his head to the side, his tongue darting out to the seam of Jimin’s mouth. Jimin gasped in surprise and Namjoon deviously took the moment of weakness and slipped his tongue inside Jimin’s mouth. The human felt the intruding appendage and the only thought going through his mind was ‘this is gross!’ Jimin, although twenty years old and in his second year of college, was a who had never been kissed. And though he dreamed of innocent romance, like in his favorite movies, he never really understood why his friends always went after guys who could, as Jin once said, tie a cherry stem with his tongue.

Namjoon flicked his tongue against the roof of Jimin’s mouth and the human let out an unconscious moan at the foreign feeling, his eyes sliding shut as he slowly lowered his guard and reveled in the skill of the demon cosplayer. ‘Oh, Jin hyung would definitely be jealous.’ Jimin thought to himself when Namjoon moved his tongue again and made Jimin feel hot under his clothes. Namjoon pressed his body closer to Jimin, his solid weight giving Jimin a relaxed and comforting feeling, the heat from his own body a sort of trigger. Tentatively, Jimin fisted his hand in the fabric of Namjoon’s loose shirt and just when he was going to pull him closer-

Troouuuble~! He was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. With a startled yelp, Jimin shoved Namjoon away and quickly scrambled to the other side of the bed, where he picked up his phone and answered it without thinking.

Namjoon blinked again and his hands hovered in front of him, holding onto nothing but air. ‘What?’ He thought in confusion as he stood up on his knees and looked over the edge of Jimin’s small bed to see why the human had pushed him away so suddenly. ‘Why did he push me away if he responded as well?’ The prince thought to himself. The human seemed to be good at being unpredictable.  

“H-hello?” Jimin answered his phone with a slight tremble in his voice, his lips felt tingly and he was uncomfortably warm, but he ignored it in the hopes that it would go away by itself.

“Hey, Jimin-ah, I need a favor…” Jin’s voice echoed over the phone immediately, fortunately he didn’t notice Jimin’s strange stutter.

“…What is it hyung?” Jimin furrowed his eyebrow and the confusion in his voice was evident when he asked Jin what he needed.

“I need a fake emergency call. You can do that right? It’s just like that time with Seungri.” Jin answered in a hushed tone, the sound of running water reaching Jimin’s ears from somewhere in the background.  

Jimin sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks still flushed from Namjoon’s kiss attack earlier. “I remember saying that I’d never do that again. You know how bad I felt after hyung!” Jimin answered, shaking his head.

Seungri had confessed in high school and asked Jin on a date with a sweet card left at his locker. Jin merely replied with a shrug and a look that said why not? when Jimin asked if he would meet up with the junior. Jimin remembered seeing Seungri around here and there and from what he saw, Seungri was a nice guy, if a little too playful. But Jin said that he talked endlessly throughout their date and that he was shorter than he thought in person. Needless to say, the faux emergency call was badly implemented and Jimin cringed in shame whenever his eyes accidently met Seungri’s in the hallway.

“Please my sweet donsaeng! I can’t stand this guy, all he’s done is talk about himself and he’s so cheap! Can you believe he actually took me on a date without a car!? And then he stopped at a street stall and bought food for both of us for only 7,000 won! I barely managed to sneak to the bathroom and call you, please, please, please help me!” Jin pleaded desperately and Jimin actually felt a little bad for his hyung. Though he couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased deep down inside, because he actually liked the guy Jin was on a date with. Unfortunately, Jimin seemed to be doomed to having nothing but one sided loves for the rest of his life.

“…” Jimin stayed quiet as he pondered whether to give in or stick with his morals. The human was so lost in thought, that he didn’t notice Namjoon stand up and stride toward him with short, angry steps. Jimin sighed and decided to give Jin a break, after all, it wasn’t really his fault that Jimin’s crushes all fell for him. “Alright hyung-”

Namjoon yanked the phone out of Jimin’s grasp and held it close to his own ear, similar to the way Jimin was holding it, although the phone looked awkward in his hand. “Who is this?” Namjoon growled into the phone, his fangs bared and his wings flared out from his back in irritation. “How dare you interrupt when we were just starting to-”

Jimin jumped at Namjoon and interrupted his rant, though his arms uselessly grasped at air. “Give it back!” Jimin cursed his height and Namjoon, because the arrogant man held the phone above Jimin’s head with a smug look on his face.

“-Hey! Who is this? Jimin!” Jin’s voice called out through the phone. Namjoon smirked deviously at the sight of a flustered Jimin who was jumping up and down trying to reach the phone in his grasp. The silver haired man then dared to put his hand on Jimin’s face and push it away as he answered the voice in a threatening tone. “Stop calling my intended, you peasant! If you dare to do so in my presence, I will hunt you down and rip your entrails from your-”

Namjoon’s threat was interrupted by Jimin, who managed to slap the larger man’s hands away from his face and pounce on him within moments. “Shut up-!” Jimin growled, though he sounded more like a disgruntled puppy than his pride would admit.

Surprised at the sudden attack, Namjoon loosened his grip on the phone and it clattered to the floor with a loud crashing noise. Jimin reached for the phone and unknowingly straddled Namjoon as he struggled to reach it.

‘Almost there…!’ Jimin thought as his hand reached out in front of him and the tips of his fingers almost touched the edge of the phone, though Jimin was prevented from reaching it by the feeling of hands on his hips. Letting out a surprised yelp, Jimin looked down and noticed that Namjoon was lying under him. Namjoon smirked at Jimin and the young man was startled to see that the man had dimples. As if he already weren’t good looking enough.

“I cannot say that I am pleased you are so familiar with another man, though if it results in you ending up in this position, I cannot complain.” Namjoon said, his voice dropping lower and his grip on Jimin’s hips tightening as he gave the smaller male a lascivious look, one sharp canine peeking out at the corner of his smirking lips.

“W-what!?” Jimin squeaked, shifting immediately and trying to wriggle out of Namjoon’s grasp. The prince merely grasped him tighter.

“I said, I like you like this,” Namjoon emphasized the last word by grinding his hips into Jimin subtly. The black haired male flushed a dark red and began renewing his efforts to escape from the silver haired man’s hold. “Yah-! Let go you ert!” Jimin shouted and he used his hands to slap Namjoon on the chest when he couldn’t pry the man’s hands off his hips.

Namjoon let out a groan and he suddenly rolled over, flipping their positions and making Jimin lose his breath. “You should not tease me,” He warned, his eyes flashing a deep crimson and his voice sounding rough.

‘Is everything about with this guy!?’ Jimin thought incredulously when the man finished speaking. It seemed that every five seconds, he was making an innuendo or he was molesting Jimin.

Namjoon looked at Jimin’s distracted face and he could practically see his thoughts written out on his face. A little offended, Namjoon huffed and answered Jimin’s unspoken question. “No, , although delightful, is not always on my mind. I happen to be very responsible for a prince of the Lord of Darkness.” Namjoon then began ranting about the woes of a spoiled privileged prince. “My mother never ceases to harp with her cursed sister about my life, always butting in and messing things up, not to mention they set me up with the most repulsive hag spawn every week, and then my father berates me for the consequences of his unruly concubine’s actions! It is not my fault that my work remains unfinished because my mother-“

“Wait, did you just say that you’re the son of the Lord of Darkness?” Jimin asked slowly, his mind reeling and his heart freezing in apprehension.

Namjoon nodded and then he raised a silver eye brow in curiosity, wondering why the human seemed to be frozen when he was squirming a while ago. “Yes, that is what I said. Why do you ask?”

Jimin ignored his question and he could feel a cold sweat gather on his forehead as he gulped and asked his next questions. “So your father, he wouldn’t happen to also go by the name of…Satan, right?” Jimin waited with baited breath as Namjoon thought the question over, his face furrowing in concentration.

“Ah, yes I believe so. He was very wild in his youth, someone who liked to break rules and cause chaos. Is he famous in this realm? I believe he roamed around here from time to time a few thousand years ago.”

Jimin gulped and he cast a wide eyed and fearful glance at Namjoon. “Are you a demon?”

Not noticing the human’s sudden change in emotion, Namjoon quickly agreed. “Yes, I am a pure bred demon of darkness, the first born of the Lord of Darkness himself.” Namjoon’s proud bragging was met with silence and he looked down at Jimin, still laying under him, in confusion. “Did I not already tell you this? As the first concubine, this should be the most basic of things you need to know if you are to please my mother’s demands for proper etiquette.”

Jimin did the only thing he deemed right at the moment. He fainted.

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A/N
So, this is back again. I had this up on AFF and AO3 for a while, but I deleted it. I wrote another chapter for this and now I’m posting the entire thing again.

I hope everyone enjoyed reading! :)