I thought Radio Dust sounded like it could be the name of a K-pop group, and so this fic was born! ٩( ᐛ )و
In terms of shipping, however, there is no RadioDust. Sorry lol.
English lyrics to Boy with Luv by Joytastic Sarah.
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For as long as he could remember, Angel Dust loved to dance. Of course, his enjoyment of pole dancing and lap dancing didn't come as a surprise; that came with his profession. But when he was alone, Angel loved to blast K-pop music as loud as he could, belting out the lyrics and letting the beat control his body. He wasn't an amazing singer, but he loved doing it too much to care.
Nobody but his sister knew of this secret passion of his. In fact, it was her who introduced him to it. Fond memories of the two siblings bouncing around to upbeat songs often surfaced in Angel's mind. These days, he didn't really have anybody to share his love of K-pop with, but that didn't stop him from enjoying it by himself.
Until one day, an opportunity arose. A colorful flyer pinned to a notice board caught Angel's eye.
'CALLING ALL ASPIRING IDOL GROUPS!'
Angel Dust's face lit up. Could it be? He continued reading.
'Pentagram City is holding a competition for aspiring idol groups! Could YOU be Hell's next big thing? Register your group for entry online today!'
He could hardly believe it. Angel felt he could scream with delight, and not in the usual way he was accustomed to. There was just one little thing stopping him; this was a group competition. But how hard could it be to find someone willing to enter with him?
Angel was lost in a giddy daydream all the way back to the hotel, not even stopping to offer his usual flirty greeting to Husk on his way past the bar. As he made his way upstairs to his room, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
He could hear a male voice singing. And it sounded really nice, too. Angel quickly identified which door it was coming from and pressed his ear against it. The singing was gentle, like a ballad, although the spider demon couldn't hear any exact words through the thick door.
He didn't even think twice about knocking. He had to find out who owned that voice.
The singing abruptly stopped, and the door swung open to reveal a familiar demon.
"Al!" Angel was taken aback. "That was you singing?"
Alastor narrowed his eyes. "And how long were you standing here listening?"
"Doesn't matter! I gotta ask you something real important," Angel insisted, entering the room without invitation. "There's this idol competition I wanna enter, but it's for groups only-"
"What do you mean, 'idol'?" Alastor questioned, closing the door behind him.
Angel was surprised he hadn't been kicked out straight away, but he continued to explain. "It's like, a specific kind of pop group that specialise in singing and dancing and all that. You've got a real nice voice, Al. I was kinda hoping you might enter the competition with me."
Alastor pondered, the opportunity to sing to an audience appealing to him. Even if it would be with Angel Dust.
"What kind of song would I be expected to sing?"
Angel opened the music app in his phone and tapped a song, and Boy with Luv by BTS began to play.
Alastor listened patiently for a minute before wrinkling his nose. "I must admit, Angel... this style of music isn't to my taste."
Angel's heart sank as he paused the song. "Aw, come on, Al. At least try a few dance moves with me before you make up your mind."
"I think you'll find dancing is more YOUR area of expertise than mine."
"Ok, ok. We can start with singing if you want?" Angel was desperate not to lose the Radio Demon's interest.
"Very well," Alastor agreed.
The spider demon brought up the lyrics to Boy with Luv on his phone and handed it to Alastor. He squinted at the screen, his distaste for modern technology clear by the expression on his face.
"I'm curious about you, how's your day?" Angel began singing softly. "Oh, tell me..." He gestured for Alastor to continue.
He cleared his throat. "What makes you happy instead of okay," he sang with perfect pitch.
"Hey, that was great!" Angel grinned. "See, you're a natural at this! So whaddya say, Al? Will you enter the competition with me?"
"I suppose it could be entertaining," Alastor admitted. "Very well! I shall form an idol duo with you."
Angel let a squeal of delight escape him. "Thank you! You don't know how much that means to me, buddy!"
Without a moment's hesitation, he leapt onto Alastor's computer without even asking, provoking a buzz of irritation from the red-haired demon. Angel excitedly typed the competition website into the web browser, navigating his way to the entry form. The first part of the form asked for the name of the group.
"Hey, Smiles!" Angel called to Alastor, who was now sitting on the bed behind him. "We need a group name."
"Well, don't ask me. I don't know anything about what's 'hip' or 'trendy' these days."
"How about a mashup of our names or something? That usually works for duos."
Alastor ran various combinations of his and Angel's names through his head, and grimaced. "Perhaps not."
"Or a word using the first letters of our names." Angel thought for a second. "Both our names begin with 'A' though... AA! Like AA batteries!" He spluttered with laughter.
"Can you please try to take this seriously?" said Alastor through frustrated static. "This was your idea, after all."
"You sound like a broken radio, Al. Maybe you need to change your AA batteries!" Angel continued laughing so hard he almost fell out of his chair, but suddenly he gasped and bolted upright. "Hey, I've got it! Radio Demon and Angel Dust... Radio Dust!" He quickly typed it into the entry form. This was all beginning to feel a lot more real.
Alastor nodded approvingly. "Yes, I suppose that works."
"Alright, next is individual member details... ah, shit!" Angel cried out in frustration. "This says we need a minimum of three people to enter." He slammed his head into the keyboard and groaned, seeing his dream slipping away from him. "Now what are we supposed to do?"
Alastor chuckled, his eyes glowing red. "Don't you worry, Angel. I know just the person."