Chap 1- M.Y.
"Min Yoongi."
"Yes, Lord."
"You are charged with Park Jimin."
"Thank you, your highness."
"Leave now, you may come back to Hell when he is converted."
Yoongi woke with a start, breathing heavily. I can't believe I still remember that god-awful day, he thought as he pulled himself slowly out of bed. It had been 2 years since he had left Hell. Two years since he had been given Park Jimin to convert. Two years of trying to adapt to human life, even though he was a demon. The worst part of it was that another person was assigned Park Jimin. The angel, Jung Hoseok.
He had met Hoseok a few times, and was surprised not only how happy he was, but how fucking touchy he was with Park. It was as if he was just on Earth to enjoy himself, even becoming friends with his charge. Of course, Yoongi was also "friends" with Park. Who couldn't be?
"Hey, Yoongi. I brought some cereal down for you, and guess what?" Park yelled in the doorway, even though Yoongi's bedroom was tiny.
"Park, what did I tell you about coming here uninvited?" Yoongi said slowly, as was his way. Park looked confused, then his face lit up.
"That you want to be alone!" He said, happily jumping on Yoongi's bed, who sighed loudly. After a moment of silence, Park continued. "Anyways, you didn't guess!"
"What." Yoongi said, bored already.
"The cereal has juice in it instead of milk! Yay!"
"That sounds like the worst f-" Yoongi began, but was cut off when another person walked in- the angel Hoseok.
"I'm your hope, I'm your angel, Hobi!" He yelled as he struck a funny pose. Jimin laughed, but then again he laughed at everything. Hoseok, aka Hobi, jumped onto the bed with Jimin, tickling him.
"Out. Both of you." Yoongi said with force.
"Aw, you're very no fun." Hoseok said, pouting.
"I have to take a shower. Leave." Yoongi said. Jimin left with no argument, but Hoseok stayed behind, his gaze darkening.
"I was surprised to see a demon in bed with a human. Isn't that against your law?" He asked levelly. Yoongi snorted.
"We aren't sleeping together. And you can't talk, you touch him more than his own mother has."
"We're just friends, Yoongi." Hoseok said, chuckling to himself.
"Yeah, sure. Your law doesn't allow it either." Yoongi countered as he gathered his clothes and stalked into the attached bathroom.
"If you need help, just call!" Hoseok yelled. Yoongi slammed the door shut.