A Heavenly Gift 2/2
AN: I FOUND THE PERFECT GIF FOR THIS FIC. he's not blond but still *drool*
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Luckily, or unluckily, a couple weeks into his confinement Kyungsoo gets visitors from Heaven. They materialize into the living room just as Kyungsoo is stumbling in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Their clothes are still dewy from cloud mist, so they must have flown straight here from the golden gates.
As soon as he looks up to see Wufan's heavy-browed glare, Kyungsoo knows his lack of work activity has been flagged up above. Wufan is head of the department that deals with work quota violations.
Luhan just grins sunnily at him, his smile as radiant as ever.
"Luhan-hyung, Wufan-hyung, what brings you Earthside?" Kyungsoo asks, feigning nonchalance which fails miserably when Jongin ducks his head out from behind him to peer at his visitors curiously.
Luhan's smile drops. Suddenly the silence is so thick one could hear a pin drop. Wufan and Luhan's eyes are on the dark figure standing behind Kyungsoo and the black wings folded casually behind him.
"Is this something angels do? Just pop in to anyone's house whenever they feel like it?" Jongin glares and Kyungsoo elbows him because a hostile demon is the last thing anyone needs right now. Luhan is already edging away at the sight of Jongin's conspicuously dark wings.
"That's a demon!" Luhan cries in accusation. On cue, Wufan summons his sword, a great bulky golden thing with too many holy stones, exactly his style.
Wufan levels the sword at Jongin. "Demon, prepare to be vanquished," he says officiously, and Jongin scoffs and gently pushes Kyungsoo out of the way to meet Wufan head-on.
"Just try it," Jongin dares as he flaps out his wings to spread them to their full length. Jongin's wings are awe-inspiring, as large as Wufan's, if not longer. Each glossy feather is so dark that they seem to soak up all the light in the little apartment, and Kyungsoo catches himself staring.
Jongin and Wufan are nearing each other with their wings spread, battle-ready, too big for Jongin's small living room. If Kyungsoo doesn't do something they'll not only destroy this apartment but attract attention from other supernatural beings that are currently Earthside. The last time there was an Earthside skirmish, the spillover of negative energies pushed humans into a World War.
Two even, Kyungsoo remembers with dread, just because some random angel and demon got into an argument that they couldn't keep calmly to themselves. This is why their kinds must stay separate. There's just too much bad history between Heaven and Hell to stay peaceful.
"Wait, hold on! Jongin, stop," Kyungsoo hisses as he tries to pull the demon back. It's like trying to move a rock though; Jongin doesn't budge. "Put that away, Wufan-hyung!" Kyungsoo tells the other angel, "It's not necessary. He's not dangerous."
Luhan's wide-eyed gaze is slowly moving between Jongin and Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo winces a little when he meets them. More than anything, Luhan looks betrayed.
Wufan stops, his brow deeply furrowed. "Why are you doing that? Why are you protecting him?" Wufan says in clear confusion.
Luhan nods slowly. "That's exactly what I was thinking. What are you doing, Kyungsoo?"
Kyungsoo looks pained. "I-It's a long story," he says weakly. He honestly has no idea how to explain because he's not sure why he's protecting Jongin either. The demon imprisoned him, and if he had any sense he would let Wufan distract him long enough to escape. On the other hand, Jongin hasn't done anything to harm him....
"Hyung, come on, he drew his sword first," Jongin whispers harshly, but he's loud enough that everyone can hear him clearly. "Just let me thump him a couple times."
"Thump who?" Wufan barks in outrage, and to Kyungsoo's alarm, the gaudy sword starts glowing. "I'll show you thumping, little demon scum!" Wufan lunges for Jongin, and Kyungsoo propels himself and Jongin backward to dodge the thrust, wings flapping wildly.
For a minute the entire living room is a flurry of white feathers.
"Hyung, get off!" Jongin cries, trying to push Kyungsoo off him because the angel is bodily blocking Wufan by keeping himself between him and Jongin. Kyungsoo stays firm though, going on tip toe to cover Jongin as much as he can.
"Stop, Wufan-hyung! Don't hurt him, he hasn't done anything!" Kyungsoo yells, hands up as he summons the energy for a blocking spell.
Wufan tries to shove against it as the spell solidifies into a shimmery barricade between them. Behind the couch, Luhan watches with his arms folded, neither assisting nor commenting, his lips pressed thinly together at the sight of his two comrades fighting over a demon.
"He's a demon! What else needs to be said?" Wufan slashes at the spell a couple times with his sword, growling when it simply reforms after each impact. Kyungsoo carefully spreads it to bubble around him and Jongin, and stubbornly faces Wufan through the shimmer.
"Jongin hasn't done anything though. Your attack was uncalled for," Kyungsoo says heavily. "I'm disappointed in you, hyung."
At that, Wufan looks speechless, and Luhan flies over the couch to settle beside them.
"You're one to talk. You still haven't explained anything, Kyungsoo," Luhan scolds, and the strength of his superior aura presses down on Kyungsoo, making him wince again. "Demons attack us whenever they get the chance, so how else was Wufan supposed to react?"
Luhan has more seniority than Wufan, and it shows especially at moments like this. Wufan immediately falls back and disappears his sword to let Luhan take lead. Luhan's current form is blond, but more sunshine yellow than Jongin's striking shade of white gold, and the cheerful color is at odds with his stern expression.
Suddenly Kyungsoo's flimsy barrier feels childish with the battle mood gone, and he quickly releases the spell. Luhan isn't the type to charge in attacking anyways.
"Go ahead then," Luhan prompts, eyes narrowing. "Explain why Wufan shouldn't return the demon fledgling down to Hell right now."
Before Kyungsoo can reply, Jongin sighs loudly behind him and complains, "Why do you all assume that you're older than me?"
Wufan glares at him. "We can tell, bratling. You haven't even learned how to cover how new your aura feels. It's obvious." Wufan sniffs, and takes a seat on the couch behind Luhan, apparently dismissing Jongin now as no longer a threat.
Jongin scoffs. "That's because you're an old ass feather duster."
"Hah?!"
Kyungsoo elbows Jongin in the ribs again, making him send Kyungsoo wounded looks and cover his torso with his wings like a child hiding from a bully.
Luhan rubs his forehead. "Kyungsoo, please?"
Kyungsoo looks over his shoulder at Jongin and then down at his feet. "Well...." He doesn't know what to say exactly because the real explanation will send Wufan jumping straight at Jongin with his sword again.
He opens his mouth but before he can say a word, he's cut off by the feel of Jongin's arm snaking around his waist to pull him up against the demon.
"Kyungsoo-hyung is mine now," Jongin declares boldly, ignoring how all three angels tense in unison. Kyungsoo moans softly to himself, and Jongin gives him a light squeeze to comfort him. "He was gifted to me by my close friend for my 2012th birthday, so he's mine."
"What," says Luhan.
"Only 2012 years old. Like I thought, still a child," says Wufan, making Luhan throw him a dirty look.
"Not the point, Wufan!"
Kyungsoo groans, head falling back on Jongin's chest. "You and your big mouth." He was hoping to avoid the whole 'present' nonsense.
Jongin quirks a smile down at him and kisses his forehead, making the other two angels gape.
"Better get used to it, hyung. You're gonna be with me forever," Jongin says smugly.
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Jongin's demonic wards are strong enough that even Luhan and Wufan have trouble getting out of the apartment, although getting in was as simple as a thought. Since he risks Kyungsoo escaping if he lets the other angels get through the wards, Jongin stubbornly refuses to lift them.
Luhan, in his annoyance at being constrained, manages to mangle the wards thoroughly enough that Jongin needs to call Sehun and Tao over to get them fixed.
"Damn." Sehun whistles, looking impressed despite himself. "No one's ever been strong enough to wreck the wards like this." He's standing on the coffee table to reach the wards on the ceiling, his long, pale fingers touching the spellwork delicately to work out where the tangles in the silver threading are most serious so he can fix it at its origin.
Luhan shrugs repentantly from his seat on the couch.
"I am an archangel," Luhan replies loftily, looking at his nails. "And I have a few years on you, fledgling."
At that, Sehun turns around abruptly, wings spreading in his irritation. "Really? How old are you?" Sehun puts his hands on his hips. "I'm nearing 2000 years now."
Luhan raises an eyebrow. "I'm nearing 3000. Fledgling," Luhan repeats mockingly, and he flips his hair primly, making Sehun bristle.
Sehun has had four different hair colors in the short amount of time Kyungsoo has known him, including a full rainbow just a few days ago. The now pink-haired demon stretches himself to his full height and looks down his nose at the shorter angel, somehow managing his typical disdain while sporting bubblegum-colored hair.
"Looks like age doesn't help with your height, angel." Sehun sneers.
Rather than looking insulted, Luhan looks more amused than anything as he leans back on the couch. Beside Kyungsoo, Wufan suddenly cringes.
"Oh no," Wufan says lowly, his expression getting a little panicked.
Kyungsoo turns to him. "What is it?"
Wufan motions with his head. "Luhan is getting interested. I remember that smile when he was courting Archangel Suho."
Kyungsoo blinks slowly as he tries to process the thought of Luhan and Suho dating. "I didn't know the archangels could court one another....Aren't you supposed to be the most holy of all of God's servants?"
"Eternity is a long time," Wufan says reproachfully, "Even the holiest of us can gain strong affections for another of our kind." His eyes shift to Kyungsoo sideways. "Although you're the first that I've heard of to gain affections for a demon."
If Kyungsoo had been drinking anything he would have spat it out automatically. As it is, he just chokes on his own spit and coughs roughly for a few seconds.
"What are you talking about?" Kyungsoo manages hoarsely. "I don't have 'affections' for Jongin."
"Is that so?" asks Wufan doubtfully.
As if on cue, they simultaneously look over at the demon. Jongin's by the doorway overseeing Zitao's cleanup of the vase he broke in his surprise at finding so many angels in the apartment when he and Sehun arrived.
The blond demon is still wearing the light wife beater he woke up in. The way it clings to his chest and bares his smooth broad shoulders is eye-catching, and Kyungsoo's gaze naturally follows the line of his shoulders down to his unclothed arms where his biceps tense appealingly.
When Kyungsoo looks back up, Wufan is smirking knowingly at him.
"That proves nothing," Kyungsoo huffs and turns away.
"Sure it doesn't," says Wufan.
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It turns out, as much as they would like to drag Kyungsoo back to Heaven, Luhan and Wufan's range of authority isn't enough to overcome Jongin's as a prince of Hell. To force Jongin to let Kyungsoo go, they would have to appeal to higher powers and potentially trigger a new war between Heaven and Hell, which is something no one wants to do.
This is how Kyungsoo finds himself in the strange position of being a kept angel to a demon prince, legitimately.
"You're being serious," Kyungsoo says in disbelief.
Wufan and Luhan avoid his gaze guiltily.
"There's no way to get me out of this, at all? I'm doomed to be a slave to a demon prince for all eternity?" His voice takes on a horrified tone as he imagines eternity stuck in the apartment.
Dear lord, he'll be Earthside forever, Kyungsoo silently cries.
"Hey, no one said anything about slavery," says Jongin, looking like a kicked puppy all of a sudden. "How can you even say that, hyung? You're not a slave."
"You're keeping me trapped in your apartment so I don't fly back to Heaven," Kyungsoo says with all the brutal honesty he's known for. "I'm a prisoner at the very least."
Jongin grumbles something under his breath that includes negative-sounding words and Kyungsoo's name, but then makes a motion towards the ceiling with his fingers.
All the windows in the apartment burst open. Kyungsoo feels the wards lighten and disappear, and whirls around to face Jongin in shock.
"Did you just―?"
"Yes," Jongin cuts him off. "I lifted the wards. You're all free to go," Jongin says, directing the words over Kyungsoo's head at the other two angels. Then he moves over to the couch, shoves Sehun out of the way and takes a seat, arms folded.
Kyungsoo can't help the smile that starts to crawl over his face. "Jongin, are you pouting?"
"No," says Jongin sulkily and flaps a hand in their direction without looking at them. "Go on, get out of here. I thought you wanted to leave."
Wufan and Luhan glance at each other, speaking silently in the way they have for thousands of years, before Wufan nods and flies up and out through the ceiling. His winged form goes transparent at the last moment before disappearing completely.
"Aww, I liked that one." Zitao gazes sadly at the ceiling. When the others stare at him, he says defensively, "What? He had nice hair."
Luhan turns to Kyungsoo. "You aren't expected back in Heaven until the end of your service, but if there are any...complications, let us know. Also, you should get back to your work quota as soon as possible. Wufan said you're two weeks behind on it."
"Right," Kyungsoo says and clears his throat. "Ahem, I mean I understand."
"Leaving so soon?" Sehun drawls.
Luhan smiles at him, eyes twinkling. "It's been fun, demon child, but I have responsibilities to get back to. I'll come back to play with you later."
With that, Luhan flies up and out of the apartment through the open wards as Sehun shouts after him, "Stop calling me a child!"
The last thing they hear is the sound of Luhan's laughter before he disappears as Wufan did.
In irritation, Sehun tsks and flies out the side window without another word, and Zitao glances warily at Jongin and Kyungsoo before quickly doing the same.
Now it's just the two of them left in the apartment. The wind coming through the windows brushes their wings, making their feathers flutter in sync.
Kyungsoo coughs, and Jongin, whose eyes are closed, opens one to look at him.
"You're still here," Jongin says. "I thought you would be long gone by now."
"You're really letting me go? After all that fuss about being your present?" Kyungsoo asks.
Jongin closes his eye, though his whole face scrunches with inner conflict, like he's holding back on what he really wants to say. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes," says Kyungsoo truthfully. He stares at the open window and back at Jongin. "I just...are you going to try to trap me again?"
Jongin opens his eyes and jumps to find Kyungsoo standing right in front of him, eyebrows lowered grimly.
"Of course not," Jongin says quietly. "I don't want to force you to stay here if you're going to hate me for it."
"I wouldn't hate you." Jongin doesn't look like he believes him so Kyungsoo moves closer so their knees knock together.
The demon takes a breath and closes his eyes again.
"I wouldn't hate you," Kyungsoo repeats and smiles wryly. "Even if you're a pushy demon that keeps forcing me to sleep in the same bed and cuddle with you. Even if you keep touching me, and hugging me, and kissing me." Kyungsoo’s tone darkens as he keeps speaking.
When Jongin opens one eye again he finds the angel frowning with disgruntlement.
“Now that I think about it, is it normal for demons to be so...clingy? I’m used to this kind of stuff from Chanyeol but I expected demons to be less….” Kyungsoo makes a vague motion with his hands.
Jongin sits up indignantly. “I’m not clingy! I just like touching you because you’re kind of soft, like a walking pillow.” To demonstrate, Jongin pokes Kyungsoo in the stomach as the angel squawks and leans away.
“Who’s Chanyeol?” the demon then asks, an expectant look aimed at Kyungsoo.
“No one, just a tall beanpole of an angel I know.”
“Hmm...Do you miss him?”
“Not really? Why?” Kyungsoo's eyes narrow suspiciously.
Jongin, for lack of anything to do with his hands, pokes idly at Kyungsoo’s knees. Since Kyungsoo is standing, he can't see Jongin's expression, though he wishes he could just for a hint of what the demon is thinking.
“Do you miss anyone from Heaven right now? Is that why you want to go back so badly?”
“I…,” Kyungsoo hesitates. “I just don’t like Earth as much as Heaven. It’s too troublesome to live here, what with all the constantly changing weather and the noisy, dirty humans. Don’t you want to go back to Hell too?”
“No,” answers Jongin promptly, and the half-lidded look he points up is rebellious. “I’m doing just fine on Earth. I was kicked out of Hell for causing too much trouble.”
Kyungsoo gapes down at him. “How in God’s name can you cause too much trouble in Hell?"
"You'd be surprised at how easy it is," Jongin grumbles. At Kyungsoo's bemused look, Jongin sighs.
"I might have redirected the River Styx and burned down a few levels of Hell. It's actually not that big a deal considering how much of Hell is already on fire...but Father didn't feel the same way."
"I'm starting see just what kind of role you play in the Underworld," Kyungsoo says slowly in realization, "You're the trouble-making first son aren't you?"
Jongin grins at him, his teeth bright against his dark skin. "Why Kyungsoo-hyung, you make me sound like a delinquent."
The cocky way Jongin says it and the natural slouch he falls into as he leans back on the couch shows that 'delinquent' is a fitting label for the demon.
Kyungsoo is starting to feel like he's in over his head with Jongin, who is not just any demon, but a demon who caused enough trouble to be banished from Hell, perhaps permanently.
Kyungsoo glances at the open window and then at Jongin, who, to his alarm, is watching him steadily with an inscrutable look on his face.
"Are you leaving now?" Jongin says with all the grim resignation of one who knows the answer to his own question.
Vaguely, the imprints of Jongin's horns appear over his head and a slight swinging motion behind him catches Kyungsoo's eye until he realizes it's Jongin's spiked tail materializing. Kyungsoo shakes his wings a little in unsettlement, not sure what to make of Jongin's sudden switch to his demonic form. Jongin either doesn't realize, or he's doing it on purpose, but what it means Kyungsoo has no idea.
Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes tightly together, and makes a split second decision, because nothing these days has made any sense. Kyungsoo only has his gut to follow now.
He reaches down and grabs Jongin's hand, pulling the surprised demon up off the couch.
"Follow me," Kyungsoo orders as he places a foot on the window sill.
Jongin, quick to catch on, is on Kyungsoo's heels as he jumps out of the window and takes off into Seoul's grey morning sky.
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"So...why are we in Africa?"
"Is that what it's called?" Kyungsoo says vaguely.
He's busy trying to avoid the muddy snout of a grey creature that took an inexplicable liking to him when they landed near its watering hole. In dodging the playful touches of its long, limp nose, his wingtips have become wet with mud and are now, to Kyungsoo's eternal frustration, sticking to the back of his pants uncomfortably.
The creature manages to grab his hand with its dirty snout and he cringes at how the mud squelches.
"Please, release me," Kyungsoo begs.
Jongin does nothing to help. He's standing to the side with his arms folded, his mouth twisted in an amused smile.
"Cute."
"Be quiet, you."
"No, seriously, hyung. Why are we in Africa?" Jongin looks around at the dusty plain they're standing in. Off in the distance, the tall creatures Kyungsoo dislikes are calmly grazing on the trees, and apart from the grey creatures that are taking their mud bath there's not a soul in sight.
Jongin breathes in the hot smell of sun-roasted grass and plain dust and feels it warm him from the inside out. Africa reminds him a lot of Hell, with its wide, open spaces and hot, thick air. The only big difference is the lack of demons.
Jongin thinks he'd be content to stay in Africa for just that reason.
"I don't blame you for picking this place," Jongin says, "It just doesn't seem like your style. Why did you bring me here?"
"Oh please!" Kyungsoo pushes the creature's long nose away, and watches it snort water and stomp around him with its largely toed feet. The muddy water splashes him, staining his wings an unflattering shade of dirty white.
Kyungsoo glares, and as if to tease him the thing makes a loud trumpeting noise with its nose raised to the air. All around them the other, larger grey creatures raise their noses to the air in chorus.
"I don't feel like playing. Leave me be, creature." Kyungsoo looks at Jongin hopelessly when the thing ignores him and continues stomping around and splashing him.
"It likes you, hyung."
"Well I don't like it," Kyungsoo retorts. "Anyways, what what were you saying?"
"Why are we here?"
"I don't know actually," Kyungsoo says. "It's the first place I thought of. I just wanted to get out of that apartment."
"Then why'd you bring me?"
Kyungsoo catches Jongin's eye and holds it as he admits, "I didn't want to leave you alone."
"Even though I bothered you that much?" Jongin presses, "Even though you hated how I would touch and kiss you?"
The angel turns red, and with his guard down, the little creature manages to catch his arm with his trunk and rub mud all up and down his sleeve. It makes a happy burping sound at his look of disgust.
"Ridiculous thing," Kyungsoo complains as he pulls his arm away.
Jongin stands up from the crouch he was in, brushing the dust off his legs and cracking his neck. Then with one big swoop of his wings he jumps into Kyungsoo's space. The angel makes a surprised noise as Jongin grabs his narrow shoulders to keep from knocking into him.
"Oops, sorry," says Jongin sheepishly. "You were closer than I thought."
Kyungsoo doesn't raise his head because the ends of Jongin's bangs are touching his forehead. He knows if he looks up their faces with be only inches apart. The close proximity makes Kyungsoo's head spin and he tries to move back, only to be stopped by Jongin's grip on his shoulders.
Jongin breath ruffles Kyungsoo's hair and the angel trembles, just slightly.
"You didn't answer my question," Jongin says, the low timber of his voice even more apparent now, rumbling, riding on a sigh. "I don't even know why I like you so much, but I have since I saw you looking all grumpy in that bar. I was interested because I thought your kind tried not to tempt humans into sin. But there you were, handing alcoholic drinks to humans by the trayful." Jongin chuckles fondly at the memory.
"I already told you it's not a sin to drink spirits," Kyungsoo starts only for the rest to be muffled by Jongin's fingers over his mouth. The touch surprises him into silence, and he gazes accusingly at the demon.
"Sorry," says Jongin, though he doesn't move his hand. "Just let me finish? Actually, you know what―" Jongin removes his hand over Kyungsoo's mouth to replace it with his lips.
Kyungsoo gasps into the kiss. He murmurs something that might be Jongin's name, but it disappears somewhere in between the motions of Jongin licking steadily into his mouth, coaxing it open.
They're both breathing a little quicker when they break apart.
Jongin swallows audibly, and looks at Kyungsoo through his bangs, dark eyes shadowed in soft platinum. "Just tell me if you hate it, if you hate me, and I'll leave you alone," Jongin says softly. "Just tell me, and I'll disappear, hyung. I promise."
"The thing is...." Kyungsoo swallows, face heating up under the demon's fixed gaze. "I never told you that I hated it, or you."
The smile that breaks open Jongin's face in response is nearly blinding. He knocks his forehead against the angel's, pushing his head back.
"I hope you know what you just agreed to," Jongin warns. "You're mine now, for as long as Heaven and Hell stand."
Kyungsoo snorts lightly, though his eyes are shining. "Not Earth?"
"Nah, Earth is supposed to be flattened in another thousand years."
Kyungsoo quirks an eyebrow. "I thought the Apocalypse idea was dropped."
"No, not the Apocalypse. It's something special Father's got planned," Jongin says casually before his eyes go wide. "Oh shit, I wasn't supposed to mention that."
"Flattened, huh?" Kyungsoo deadpans. Jongin laughs nervously.
"Well, I guess we should make the most of this time on Earth...before you demons come wreck it." Kyungsoo glances down, and Jongin looks down as well when he feels a light touch on his hand.
It's Kyungsoo's hand, very carefully holding his. The angel himself blinks rapidly as he gazes off at something to the side.
Jongin smirks and firmly laces their fingers together. "Ready to go back, hyung?"
Eyes on their laced fingers, Kyungsoo nods wordlessly, and hand in hand, angel and demon vanish from the plain in the blink of an eye.
The baby elephant they leave in their wake trumpets in confusion as it stomps around for them, but it's as if they were never there in the first place.
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Epilogue (because prompter wanted jealous!Jongin):
The customer's hand doesn't just brush Kyungsoo's as he grabs the drink. This time it engulfs both the drink and Kyungsoo's fingers, pressing the small digits against the glass.
Kyungsoo frowns and tries to pull his hand away, only for the human to tug it back with a laugh. To Kyungsoo's horror, the human brings his fingers up to his lips for a kiss, and the angel cringes as his untrimmed mustache scrapes across the knuckles.
"Please, let go of me," Kyungsoo demands as he tugs at his hand. The human has a surprisingly strong grip though, and he keeps Kyungsoo's hand tightly clenched in his.
"Aw don't be like that, darling. How about I buy you dinner after this shift? What do you say?"
"No, thank you," Kyungsoo retorts, still struggling. Unbeknownst to the angel, a dark aura quickly approaches the bar counter, and by the time his head snaps up in realization, the aura has already draped over the human.
The human's eyes bulge in horror, and he screams as his body flies up in an arc and he's forcefully thrown back into the crowd of dancers behind him. He knocks down the others like a bowling ball, and the music momentarily stops as yells fill the air.
Kyungsoo glares at the demon responsible, who's standing long, dark and lean in the spot the handsy human was in just a moment ago.
Jongin smiles. "Hi, hyung."
Kyungsoo spells them up to the roof before the humans can figure out who's responsible for the current mess.
Jongin winces when Kyungsoo jabs a finger in his chest. "That. Is. My. Third. Job. This. Month," Kyungsoo growls.
Jab jab jab jab jab jab jab.
Jongin rubs at his chest with a petulant look. "He was touching you. I thought we agreed I'd let you work if you stopped letting humans touch you all the time?"
Kyungsoo throws his hands up into the air. "I could have taken care of it without you interrupting! You can't keep doing this, Jongin." He sighs and turns away.
Suddenly, Jongin pulls him back around by the arm and grabs his chin, raising it. Forced to look up, Kyungsoo just now realizes that Jongin's narrowed eyes are scarlet.
"I don't want them touching you," Jongin says darkly, and Kyungsoo's breath hitches as the demon leans in.
"Not here," Kyungsoo gasps before Jongin catches his lips in a deep kiss.
Despite himself, the angel melts against him, a thin moan escaping when Jongin bites his lip and a slight aftertaste of iron flavors the kiss. Jongin starts to nip down the underside of Kyungsoo's chin, and his teeth settle into soft fragile skin of Kyungsoo's throat.
"Jongin," Kyungsoo whimpers.
"I'm sick of their stink getting all over you." Jongin sounds angry and hurt, and the way he bites and sucks a purple bruise into Kyungsoo's throat is like a punishment. "Why do you let them touch you?"
Kyungsoo moans again, high and reedy. His hands scrabble at Jongin's shoulders for something to ground himself.
"Jongin."
"You're mine. Don't forget that, hyung. You're mine."
Kyungsoo's eyes flutter open, lashes damp. "Yours," Kyungsoo croaks, relishing the fierce pride that crosses Jongin's face at his words.
Jongin's lips are swollen like a ripe plum, white-blond hair a mess from Kyungsoo's fingers grabbing it and his eyes glowing ruby bright, so sinfully handsome that Kyungsoo can hardly bear to look at him.
So Kyungsoo closes his eyes as Jongin nears him again, and breathes in the warm air hitting his lips.
"Say it again."
"Yours. I'm just yours." Through Kyungsoo's lowered lashes he sees the solid scarlet of Jongin's gaze on him, and shivers, remembering just who he has promised himself to.
And yet, the angel wonders as Jongin licks a line across the seam of his lips, he doesn't regret it at all. How odd. Kyungsoo has never been the rash type.
"Hyung."
Kyungsoo's wide eyes blink open. The demon's horns and tail have materialized again, but his soft smile is one that Kyungsoo has only ever seen pointed at him.
"You're thinking too much," Jongin tells him. And then he leans in and they stop talking.
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Luckily, or unluckily, a couple weeks into his confinement Kyungsoo gets visitors from Heaven. They materialize into the living room just as Kyungsoo is stumbling in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Their clothes are still dewy from cloud mist, so they must have flown straight here from the golden gates.
As soon as he looks up to see Wufan's heavy-browed glare, Kyungsoo knows his lack of work activity has been flagged up above. Wufan is head of the department that deals with work quota violations.
Luhan just grins sunnily at him, his smile as radiant as ever.
"Luhan-hyung, Wufan-hyung, what brings you Earthside?" Kyungsoo asks, feigning nonchalance which fails miserably when Jongin ducks his head out from behind him to peer at his visitors curiously.
Luhan's smile drops. Suddenly the silence is so thick one could hear a pin drop. Wufan and Luhan's eyes are on the dark figure standing behind Kyungsoo and the black wings folded casually behind him.
"Is this something angels do? Just pop in to anyone's house whenever they feel like it?" Jongin glares and Kyungsoo elbows him because a hostile demon is the last thing anyone needs right now. Luhan is already edging away at the sight of Jongin's conspicuously dark wings.
"That's a demon!" Luhan cries in accusation. On cue, Wufan summons his sword, a great bulky golden thing with too many holy stones, exactly his style.
Wufan levels the sword at Jongin. "Demon, prepare to be vanquished," he says officiously, and Jongin scoffs and gently pushes Kyungsoo out of the way to meet Wufan head-on.
"Just try it," Jongin dares as he flaps out his wings to spread them to their full length. Jongin's wings are awe-inspiring, as large as Wufan's, if not longer. Each glossy feather is so dark that they seem to soak up all the light in the little apartment, and Kyungsoo catches himself staring.
Jongin and Wufan are nearing each other with their wings spread, battle-ready, too big for Jongin's small living room. If Kyungsoo doesn't do something they'll not only destroy this apartment but attract attention from other supernatural beings that are currently Earthside. The last time there was an Earthside skirmish, the spillover of negative energies pushed humans into a World War.
Two even, Kyungsoo remembers with dread, just because some random angel and demon got into an argument that they couldn't keep calmly to themselves. This is why their kinds must stay separate. There's just too much bad history between Heaven and Hell to stay peaceful.
"Wait, hold on! Jongin, stop," Kyungsoo hisses as he tries to pull the demon back. It's like trying to move a rock though; Jongin doesn't budge. "Put that away, Wufan-hyung!" Kyungsoo tells the other angel, "It's not necessary. He's not dangerous."
Luhan's wide-eyed gaze is slowly moving between Jongin and Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo winces a little when he meets them. More than anything, Luhan looks betrayed.
Wufan stops, his brow deeply furrowed. "Why are you doing that? Why are you protecting him?" Wufan says in clear confusion.
Luhan nods slowly. "That's exactly what I was thinking. What are you doing, Kyungsoo?"
Kyungsoo looks pained. "I-It's a long story," he says weakly. He honestly has no idea how to explain because he's not sure why he's protecting Jongin either. The demon imprisoned him, and if he had any sense he would let Wufan distract him long enough to escape. On the other hand, Jongin hasn't done anything to harm him....
"Hyung, come on, he drew his sword first," Jongin whispers harshly, but he's loud enough that everyone can hear him clearly. "Just let me thump him a couple times."
"Thump who?" Wufan barks in outrage, and to Kyungsoo's alarm, the gaudy sword starts glowing. "I'll show you thumping, little demon scum!" Wufan lunges for Jongin, and Kyungsoo propels himself and Jongin backward to dodge the thrust, wings flapping wildly.
For a minute the entire living room is a flurry of white feathers.
"Hyung, get off!" Jongin cries, trying to push Kyungsoo off him because the angel is bodily blocking Wufan by keeping himself between him and Jongin. Kyungsoo stays firm though, going on tip toe to cover Jongin as much as he can.
"Stop, Wufan-hyung! Don't hurt him, he hasn't done anything!" Kyungsoo yells, hands up as he summons the energy for a blocking spell.
Wufan tries to shove against it as the spell solidifies into a shimmery barricade between them. Behind the couch, Luhan watches with his arms folded, neither assisting nor commenting, his lips pressed thinly together at the sight of his two comrades fighting over a demon.
"He's a demon! What else needs to be said?" Wufan slashes at the spell a couple times with his sword, growling when it simply reforms after each impact. Kyungsoo carefully spreads it to bubble around him and Jongin, and stubbornly faces Wufan through the shimmer.
"Jongin hasn't done anything though. Your attack was uncalled for," Kyungsoo says heavily. "I'm disappointed in you, hyung."
At that, Wufan looks speechless, and Luhan flies over the couch to settle beside them.
"You're one to talk. You still haven't explained anything, Kyungsoo," Luhan scolds, and the strength of his superior aura presses down on Kyungsoo, making him wince again. "Demons attack us whenever they get the chance, so how else was Wufan supposed to react?"
Luhan has more seniority than Wufan, and it shows especially at moments like this. Wufan immediately falls back and disappears his sword to let Luhan take lead. Luhan's current form is blond, but more sunshine yellow than Jongin's striking shade of white gold, and the cheerful color is at odds with his stern expression.
Suddenly Kyungsoo's flimsy barrier feels childish with the battle mood gone, and he quickly releases the spell. Luhan isn't the type to charge in attacking anyways.
"Go ahead then," Luhan prompts, eyes narrowing. "Explain why Wufan shouldn't return the demon fledgling down to Hell right now."
Before Kyungsoo can reply, Jongin sighs loudly behind him and complains, "Why do you all assume that you're older than me?"
Wufan glares at him. "We can tell, bratling. You haven't even learned how to cover how new your aura feels. It's obvious." Wufan sniffs, and takes a seat on the couch behind Luhan, apparently dismissing Jongin now as no longer a threat.
Jongin scoffs. "That's because you're an old ass feather duster."
"Hah?!"
Kyungsoo elbows Jongin in the ribs again, making him send Kyungsoo wounded looks and cover his torso with his wings like a child hiding from a bully.
Luhan rubs his forehead. "Kyungsoo, please?"
Kyungsoo looks over his shoulder at Jongin and then down at his feet. "Well...." He doesn't know what to say exactly because the real explanation will send Wufan jumping straight at Jongin with his sword again.
He opens his mouth but before he can say a word, he's cut off by the feel of Jongin's arm snaking around his waist to pull him up against the demon.
"Kyungsoo-hyung is mine now," Jongin declares boldly, ignoring how all three angels tense in unison. Kyungsoo moans softly to himself, and Jongin gives him a light squeeze to comfort him. "He was gifted to me by my close friend for my 2012th birthday, so he's mine."
"What," says Luhan.
"Only 2012 years old. Like I thought, still a child," says Wufan, making Luhan throw him a dirty look.
"Not the point, Wufan!"
Kyungsoo groans, head falling back on Jongin's chest. "You and your big mouth." He was hoping to avoid the whole 'present' nonsense.
Jongin quirks a smile down at him and kisses his forehead, making the other two angels gape.
"Better get used to it, hyung. You're gonna be with me forever," Jongin says smugly.
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Jongin's demonic wards are strong enough that even Luhan and Wufan have trouble getting out of the apartment, although getting in was as simple as a thought. Since he risks Kyungsoo escaping if he lets the other angels get through the wards, Jongin stubbornly refuses to lift them.
Luhan, in his annoyance at being constrained, manages to mangle the wards thoroughly enough that Jongin needs to call Sehun and Tao over to get them fixed.
"Damn." Sehun whistles, looking impressed despite himself. "No one's ever been strong enough to wreck the wards like this." He's standing on the coffee table to reach the wards on the ceiling, his long, pale fingers touching the spellwork delicately to work out where the tangles in the silver threading are most serious so he can fix it at its origin.
Luhan shrugs repentantly from his seat on the couch.
"I am an archangel," Luhan replies loftily, looking at his nails. "And I have a few years on you, fledgling."
At that, Sehun turns around abruptly, wings spreading in his irritation. "Really? How old are you?" Sehun puts his hands on his hips. "I'm nearing 2000 years now."
Luhan raises an eyebrow. "I'm nearing 3000. Fledgling," Luhan repeats mockingly, and he flips his hair primly, making Sehun bristle.
Sehun has had four different hair colors in the short amount of time Kyungsoo has known him, including a full rainbow just a few days ago. The now pink-haired demon stretches himself to his full height and looks down his nose at the shorter angel, somehow managing his typical disdain while sporting bubblegum-colored hair.
"Looks like age doesn't help with your height, angel." Sehun sneers.
Rather than looking insulted, Luhan looks more amused than anything as he leans back on the couch. Beside Kyungsoo, Wufan suddenly cringes.
"Oh no," Wufan says lowly, his expression getting a little panicked.
Kyungsoo turns to him. "What is it?"
Wufan motions with his head. "Luhan is getting interested. I remember that smile when he was courting Archangel Suho."
Kyungsoo blinks slowly as he tries to process the thought of Luhan and Suho dating. "I didn't know the archangels could court one another....Aren't you supposed to be the most holy of all of God's servants?"
"Eternity is a long time," Wufan says reproachfully, "Even the holiest of us can gain strong affections for another of our kind." His eyes shift to Kyungsoo sideways. "Although you're the first that I've heard of to gain affections for a demon."
If Kyungsoo had been drinking anything he would have spat it out automatically. As it is, he just chokes on his own spit and coughs roughly for a few seconds.
"What are you talking about?" Kyungsoo manages hoarsely. "I don't have 'affections' for Jongin."
"Is that so?" asks Wufan doubtfully.
As if on cue, they simultaneously look over at the demon. Jongin's by the doorway overseeing Zitao's cleanup of the vase he broke in his surprise at finding so many angels in the apartment when he and Sehun arrived.
The blond demon is still wearing the light wife beater he woke up in. The way it clings to his chest and bares his smooth broad shoulders is eye-catching, and Kyungsoo's gaze naturally follows the line of his shoulders down to his unclothed arms where his biceps tense appealingly.
When Kyungsoo looks back up, Wufan is smirking knowingly at him.
"That proves nothing," Kyungsoo huffs and turns away.
"Sure it doesn't," says Wufan.
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It turns out, as much as they would like to drag Kyungsoo back to Heaven, Luhan and Wufan's range of authority isn't enough to overcome Jongin's as a prince of Hell. To force Jongin to let Kyungsoo go, they would have to appeal to higher powers and potentially trigger a new war between Heaven and Hell, which is something no one wants to do.
This is how Kyungsoo finds himself in the strange position of being a kept angel to a demon prince, legitimately.
"You're being serious," Kyungsoo says in disbelief.
Wufan and Luhan avoid his gaze guiltily.
"There's no way to get me out of this, at all? I'm doomed to be a slave to a demon prince for all eternity?" His voice takes on a horrified tone as he imagines eternity stuck in the apartment.
Dear lord, he'll be Earthside forever, Kyungsoo silently cries.
"Hey, no one said anything about slavery," says Jongin, looking like a kicked puppy all of a sudden. "How can you even say that, hyung? You're not a slave."
"You're keeping me trapped in your apartment so I don't fly back to Heaven," Kyungsoo says with all the brutal honesty he's known for. "I'm a prisoner at the very least."
Jongin grumbles something under his breath that includes negative-sounding words and Kyungsoo's name, but then makes a motion towards the ceiling with his fingers.
All the windows in the apartment burst open. Kyungsoo feels the wards lighten and disappear, and whirls around to face Jongin in shock.
"Did you just―?"
"Yes," Jongin cuts him off. "I lifted the wards. You're all free to go," Jongin says, directing the words over Kyungsoo's head at the other two angels. Then he moves over to the couch, shoves Sehun out of the way and takes a seat, arms folded.
Kyungsoo can't help the smile that starts to crawl over his face. "Jongin, are you pouting?"
"No," says Jongin sulkily and flaps a hand in their direction without looking at them. "Go on, get out of here. I thought you wanted to leave."
Wufan and Luhan glance at each other, speaking silently in the way they have for thousands of years, before Wufan nods and flies up and out through the ceiling. His winged form goes transparent at the last moment before disappearing completely.
"Aww, I liked that one." Zitao gazes sadly at the ceiling. When the others stare at him, he says defensively, "What? He had nice hair."
Luhan turns to Kyungsoo. "You aren't expected back in Heaven until the end of your service, but if there are any...complications, let us know. Also, you should get back to your work quota as soon as possible. Wufan said you're two weeks behind on it."
"Right," Kyungsoo says and clears his throat. "Ahem, I mean I understand."
"Leaving so soon?" Sehun drawls.
Luhan smiles at him, eyes twinkling. "It's been fun, demon child, but I have responsibilities to get back to. I'll come back to play with you later."
With that, Luhan flies up and out of the apartment through the open wards as Sehun shouts after him, "Stop calling me a child!"
The last thing they hear is the sound of Luhan's laughter before he disappears as Wufan did.
In irritation, Sehun tsks and flies out the side window without another word, and Zitao glances warily at Jongin and Kyungsoo before quickly doing the same.
Now it's just the two of them left in the apartment. The wind coming through the windows brushes their wings, making their feathers flutter in sync.
Kyungsoo coughs, and Jongin, whose eyes are closed, opens one to look at him.
"You're still here," Jongin says. "I thought you would be long gone by now."
"You're really letting me go? After all that fuss about being your present?" Kyungsoo asks.
Jongin closes his eye, though his whole face scrunches with inner conflict, like he's holding back on what he really wants to say. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
"Yes," says Kyungsoo truthfully. He stares at the open window and back at Jongin. "I just...are you going to try to trap me again?"
Jongin opens his eyes and jumps to find Kyungsoo standing right in front of him, eyebrows lowered grimly.
"Of course not," Jongin says quietly. "I don't want to force you to stay here if you're going to hate me for it."
"I wouldn't hate you." Jongin doesn't look like he believes him so Kyungsoo moves closer so their knees knock together.
The demon takes a breath and closes his eyes again.
"I wouldn't hate you," Kyungsoo repeats and smiles wryly. "Even if you're a pushy demon that keeps forcing me to sleep in the same bed and cuddle with you. Even if you keep touching me, and hugging me, and kissing me." Kyungsoo’s tone darkens as he keeps speaking.
When Jongin opens one eye again he finds the angel frowning with disgruntlement.
“Now that I think about it, is it normal for demons to be so...clingy? I’m used to this kind of stuff from Chanyeol but I expected demons to be less….” Kyungsoo makes a vague motion with his hands.
Jongin sits up indignantly. “I’m not clingy! I just like touching you because you’re kind of soft, like a walking pillow.” To demonstrate, Jongin pokes Kyungsoo in the stomach as the angel squawks and leans away.
“Who’s Chanyeol?” the demon then asks, an expectant look aimed at Kyungsoo.
“No one, just a tall beanpole of an angel I know.”
“Hmm...Do you miss him?”
“Not really? Why?” Kyungsoo's eyes narrow suspiciously.
Jongin, for lack of anything to do with his hands, pokes idly at Kyungsoo’s knees. Since Kyungsoo is standing, he can't see Jongin's expression, though he wishes he could just for a hint of what the demon is thinking.
“Do you miss anyone from Heaven right now? Is that why you want to go back so badly?”
“I…,” Kyungsoo hesitates. “I just don’t like Earth as much as Heaven. It’s too troublesome to live here, what with all the constantly changing weather and the noisy, dirty humans. Don’t you want to go back to Hell too?”
“No,” answers Jongin promptly, and the half-lidded look he points up is rebellious. “I’m doing just fine on Earth. I was kicked out of Hell for causing too much trouble.”
Kyungsoo gapes down at him. “How in God’s name can you cause too much trouble in Hell?"
"You'd be surprised at how easy it is," Jongin grumbles. At Kyungsoo's bemused look, Jongin sighs.
"I might have redirected the River Styx and burned down a few levels of Hell. It's actually not that big a deal considering how much of Hell is already on fire...but Father didn't feel the same way."
"I'm starting see just what kind of role you play in the Underworld," Kyungsoo says slowly in realization, "You're the trouble-making first son aren't you?"
Jongin grins at him, his teeth bright against his dark skin. "Why Kyungsoo-hyung, you make me sound like a delinquent."
The cocky way Jongin says it and the natural slouch he falls into as he leans back on the couch shows that 'delinquent' is a fitting label for the demon.
Kyungsoo is starting to feel like he's in over his head with Jongin, who is not just any demon, but a demon who caused enough trouble to be banished from Hell, perhaps permanently.
Kyungsoo glances at the open window and then at Jongin, who, to his alarm, is watching him steadily with an inscrutable look on his face.
"Are you leaving now?" Jongin says with all the grim resignation of one who knows the answer to his own question.
Vaguely, the imprints of Jongin's horns appear over his head and a slight swinging motion behind him catches Kyungsoo's eye until he realizes it's Jongin's spiked tail materializing. Kyungsoo shakes his wings a little in unsettlement, not sure what to make of Jongin's sudden switch to his demonic form. Jongin either doesn't realize, or he's doing it on purpose, but what it means Kyungsoo has no idea.
Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes tightly together, and makes a split second decision, because nothing these days has made any sense. Kyungsoo only has his gut to follow now.
He reaches down and grabs Jongin's hand, pulling the surprised demon up off the couch.
"Follow me," Kyungsoo orders as he places a foot on the window sill.
Jongin, quick to catch on, is on Kyungsoo's heels as he jumps out of the window and takes off into Seoul's grey morning sky.
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"So...why are we in Africa?"
"Is that what it's called?" Kyungsoo says vaguely.
He's busy trying to avoid the muddy snout of a grey creature that took an inexplicable liking to him when they landed near its watering hole. In dodging the playful touches of its long, limp nose, his wingtips have become wet with mud and are now, to Kyungsoo's eternal frustration, sticking to the back of his pants uncomfortably.
The creature manages to grab his hand with its dirty snout and he cringes at how the mud squelches.
"Please, release me," Kyungsoo begs.
Jongin does nothing to help. He's standing to the side with his arms folded, his mouth twisted in an amused smile.
"Cute."
"Be quiet, you."
"No, seriously, hyung. Why are we in Africa?" Jongin looks around at the dusty plain they're standing in. Off in the distance, the tall creatures Kyungsoo dislikes are calmly grazing on the trees, and apart from the grey creatures that are taking their mud bath there's not a soul in sight.
Jongin breathes in the hot smell of sun-roasted grass and plain dust and feels it warm him from the inside out. Africa reminds him a lot of Hell, with its wide, open spaces and hot, thick air. The only big difference is the lack of demons.
Jongin thinks he'd be content to stay in Africa for just that reason.
"I don't blame you for picking this place," Jongin says, "It just doesn't seem like your style. Why did you bring me here?"
"Oh please!" Kyungsoo pushes the creature's long nose away, and watches it snort water and stomp around him with its largely toed feet. The muddy water splashes him, staining his wings an unflattering shade of dirty white.
Kyungsoo glares, and as if to tease him the thing makes a loud trumpeting noise with its nose raised to the air. All around them the other, larger grey creatures raise their noses to the air in chorus.
"I don't feel like playing. Leave me be, creature." Kyungsoo looks at Jongin hopelessly when the thing ignores him and continues stomping around and splashing him.
"It likes you, hyung."
"Well I don't like it," Kyungsoo retorts. "Anyways, what what were you saying?"
"Why are we here?"
"I don't know actually," Kyungsoo says. "It's the first place I thought of. I just wanted to get out of that apartment."
"Then why'd you bring me?"
Kyungsoo catches Jongin's eye and holds it as he admits, "I didn't want to leave you alone."
"Even though I bothered you that much?" Jongin presses, "Even though you hated how I would touch and kiss you?"
The angel turns red, and with his guard down, the little creature manages to catch his arm with his trunk and rub mud all up and down his sleeve. It makes a happy burping sound at his look of disgust.
"Ridiculous thing," Kyungsoo complains as he pulls his arm away.
Jongin stands up from the crouch he was in, brushing the dust off his legs and cracking his neck. Then with one big swoop of his wings he jumps into Kyungsoo's space. The angel makes a surprised noise as Jongin grabs his narrow shoulders to keep from knocking into him.
"Oops, sorry," says Jongin sheepishly. "You were closer than I thought."
Kyungsoo doesn't raise his head because the ends of Jongin's bangs are touching his forehead. He knows if he looks up their faces with be only inches apart. The close proximity makes Kyungsoo's head spin and he tries to move back, only to be stopped by Jongin's grip on his shoulders.
Jongin breath ruffles Kyungsoo's hair and the angel trembles, just slightly.
"You didn't answer my question," Jongin says, the low timber of his voice even more apparent now, rumbling, riding on a sigh. "I don't even know why I like you so much, but I have since I saw you looking all grumpy in that bar. I was interested because I thought your kind tried not to tempt humans into sin. But there you were, handing alcoholic drinks to humans by the trayful." Jongin chuckles fondly at the memory.
"I already told you it's not a sin to drink spirits," Kyungsoo starts only for the rest to be muffled by Jongin's fingers over his mouth. The touch surprises him into silence, and he gazes accusingly at the demon.
"Sorry," says Jongin, though he doesn't move his hand. "Just let me finish? Actually, you know what―" Jongin removes his hand over Kyungsoo's mouth to replace it with his lips.
Kyungsoo gasps into the kiss. He murmurs something that might be Jongin's name, but it disappears somewhere in between the motions of Jongin licking steadily into his mouth, coaxing it open.
They're both breathing a little quicker when they break apart.
Jongin swallows audibly, and looks at Kyungsoo through his bangs, dark eyes shadowed in soft platinum. "Just tell me if you hate it, if you hate me, and I'll leave you alone," Jongin says softly. "Just tell me, and I'll disappear, hyung. I promise."
"The thing is...." Kyungsoo swallows, face heating up under the demon's fixed gaze. "I never told you that I hated it, or you."
The smile that breaks open Jongin's face in response is nearly blinding. He knocks his forehead against the angel's, pushing his head back.
"I hope you know what you just agreed to," Jongin warns. "You're mine now, for as long as Heaven and Hell stand."
Kyungsoo snorts lightly, though his eyes are shining. "Not Earth?"
"Nah, Earth is supposed to be flattened in another thousand years."
Kyungsoo quirks an eyebrow. "I thought the Apocalypse idea was dropped."
"No, not the Apocalypse. It's something special Father's got planned," Jongin says casually before his eyes go wide. "Oh shit, I wasn't supposed to mention that."
"Flattened, huh?" Kyungsoo deadpans. Jongin laughs nervously.
"Well, I guess we should make the most of this time on Earth...before you demons come wreck it." Kyungsoo glances down, and Jongin looks down as well when he feels a light touch on his hand.
It's Kyungsoo's hand, very carefully holding his. The angel himself blinks rapidly as he gazes off at something to the side.
Jongin smirks and firmly laces their fingers together. "Ready to go back, hyung?"
Eyes on their laced fingers, Kyungsoo nods wordlessly, and hand in hand, angel and demon vanish from the plain in the blink of an eye.
The baby elephant they leave in their wake trumpets in confusion as it stomps around for them, but it's as if they were never there in the first place.
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Epilogue (because prompter wanted jealous!Jongin):
The customer's hand doesn't just brush Kyungsoo's as he grabs the drink. This time it engulfs both the drink and Kyungsoo's fingers, pressing the small digits against the glass.
Kyungsoo frowns and tries to pull his hand away, only for the human to tug it back with a laugh. To Kyungsoo's horror, the human brings his fingers up to his lips for a kiss, and the angel cringes as his untrimmed mustache scrapes across the knuckles.
"Please, let go of me," Kyungsoo demands as he tugs at his hand. The human has a surprisingly strong grip though, and he keeps Kyungsoo's hand tightly clenched in his.
"Aw don't be like that, darling. How about I buy you dinner after this shift? What do you say?"
"No, thank you," Kyungsoo retorts, still struggling. Unbeknownst to the angel, a dark aura quickly approaches the bar counter, and by the time his head snaps up in realization, the aura has already draped over the human.
The human's eyes bulge in horror, and he screams as his body flies up in an arc and he's forcefully thrown back into the crowd of dancers behind him. He knocks down the others like a bowling ball, and the music momentarily stops as yells fill the air.
Kyungsoo glares at the demon responsible, who's standing long, dark and lean in the spot the handsy human was in just a moment ago.
Jongin smiles. "Hi, hyung."
Kyungsoo spells them up to the roof before the humans can figure out who's responsible for the current mess.
Jongin winces when Kyungsoo jabs a finger in his chest. "That. Is. My. Third. Job. This. Month," Kyungsoo growls.
Jab jab jab jab jab jab jab.
Jongin rubs at his chest with a petulant look. "He was touching you. I thought we agreed I'd let you work if you stopped letting humans touch you all the time?"
Kyungsoo throws his hands up into the air. "I could have taken care of it without you interrupting! You can't keep doing this, Jongin." He sighs and turns away.
Suddenly, Jongin pulls him back around by the arm and grabs his chin, raising it. Forced to look up, Kyungsoo just now realizes that Jongin's narrowed eyes are scarlet.
"I don't want them touching you," Jongin says darkly, and Kyungsoo's breath hitches as the demon leans in.
"Not here," Kyungsoo gasps before Jongin catches his lips in a deep kiss.
Despite himself, the angel melts against him, a thin moan escaping when Jongin bites his lip and a slight aftertaste of iron flavors the kiss. Jongin starts to nip down the underside of Kyungsoo's chin, and his teeth settle into soft fragile skin of Kyungsoo's throat.
"Jongin," Kyungsoo whimpers.
"I'm sick of their stink getting all over you." Jongin sounds angry and hurt, and the way he bites and sucks a purple bruise into Kyungsoo's throat is like a punishment. "Why do you let them touch you?"
Kyungsoo moans again, high and reedy. His hands scrabble at Jongin's shoulders for something to ground himself.
"Jongin."
"You're mine. Don't forget that, hyung. You're mine."
Kyungsoo's eyes flutter open, lashes damp. "Yours," Kyungsoo croaks, relishing the fierce pride that crosses Jongin's face at his words.
Jongin's lips are swollen like a ripe plum, white-blond hair a mess from Kyungsoo's fingers grabbing it and his eyes glowing ruby bright, so sinfully handsome that Kyungsoo can hardly bear to look at him.
So Kyungsoo closes his eyes as Jongin nears him again, and breathes in the warm air hitting his lips.
"Say it again."
"Yours. I'm just yours." Through Kyungsoo's lowered lashes he sees the solid scarlet of Jongin's gaze on him, and shivers, remembering just who he has promised himself to.
And yet, the angel wonders as Jongin licks a line across the seam of his lips, he doesn't regret it at all. How odd. Kyungsoo has never been the rash type.
"Hyung."
Kyungsoo's wide eyes blink open. The demon's horns and tail have materialized again, but his soft smile is one that Kyungsoo has only ever seen pointed at him.
"You're thinking too much," Jongin tells him. And then he leans in and they stop talking.