Past.

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It was weird, the pain was pleasuring, feeling his warm lips suck on my neck made the pain fly away leaving the pleasure behind.

"Nghh Jungkook..." I moaned as my body relaxed.

I started feeling sleepy or more like weak, my hands that were gripping tightly on his back slowly slipped off and fell on the bed.

He lifted his head and looked at me straight in the eyes with blood dripping from his bottom lip, his eyes were obviously bleeding.

"See how weak you are? I can do whatever I want with you now" He smiled.

"Don't you dare touch me" I warned.

"Oh can't I?" He smirked lifting my skirt little bit. I wanted to hit him but my body was so weak and numb.

"What i'm I called again?" He acted innocent. He started unbuttoning the skirt.

"Why can't I move? What did you do to me?" I asked breathing heavily.

"Once I enter my cupids in someone's skin, they inject a liquid that makes the person weak, the person will be incapable to move her body for about 30 minutes" He smiled. I lowkey wanted to slap the shit out of his ass.

"Fuck off..." I cursed.

"Oh don't talk to me that way kitten, or..." He smirked rubbing my thigh with his thumb. I just looked away.

"Good girl." He smiled innocently making roll my eyes.

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"Yes! Come on kill the shit out of him!" He screamed playing OverWatch next to me as I was laying on the bed still incapable to move.

"Can't you do something about this?" I asked sighing.

"About what?" He asked still focusing on the game.

"About me being a 82 grandma that fell off the stairs and can't move!" I exclaimed.

"Nope!" He said making me wine in frustration.

"I really hate you!" I yelled.

"I love you too" He smiled widely making me fake him a smile.

"So you did all of this to me because I called you a demon?" I raised a brow.

"Yup...I wanted to taste your blood too" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Why do you hate people calling you a 'Demon'? Aren't you one?" I asked.

"I am." He simply said. I looked at him in a 'What the fuck' face.

"So you don't like to be called a 'Demon' when you are one?" I asked.

"Yup." He said.

"You don't like being a demon?" I asked. I felt my body regaining its force so I sat on the bed.

"No." He placed his palm under his chin and kept playing.

"What did you do to to become one?" I frowned. I could see his mood change as I started asking him these questions.

He didn't answer me, I could only hear him clicking on the keyboard buttons. He obviously didn't want to answer.

I crawled on my knees and got closer after sitting on my feet heels. He looked at me only moving his eyes and turning his attention back to his computer.

"You are not gonna answer me?" I pouted. After some few seconds he closed his laptop and threw it away on the bed before looking at me.

"Didn't you hear what Jimin said last night when you was peaking?" He raised his brow. Oh shit he knew it was me.

"Oh..." I looked away in embarrassment.

"Before, I was a Black Flower just like you, I hated it so much, I hated being that mixed kid. But what I hated the most was my dad, he was the demon. Because my mom was an angel and he was a demon, they were in danger since it's forbidden, one of them had to die, my dad fucking sacrificed my mom." He said making me gasp lightly.

"He killed the most precious person I had in my whole life just because he didn't want to die. One day he was the only one in the house, I caught the house on fire." He smiled painfully.

"No one knew it was me, from that day I started living with my brother, but more like step brother, my dad had him with another demon, basically cheating on my mom but she was too peaceful to take that in her heart, she raised my brother as if he was her son." He added. I was just listening to him carefully. It was interesting.

"Since my brother was a demon, he was the cool one. Even if he was 2 years younger than me, he was the one that would tell me what to do, he would even bully me at school." He said.

"You killed him because of that?" I asked.

"He did everything to make my life horrible. Once we got into a fight, he was punching me since I would always let him hit me, I didn't mind it, his punches were like nothing to me. Till he started insulting my mom, I didn't feel myself till I took a knife and started stabbing him." He said.

"In the same night, I committed suicide. And because I killed, I went to hell, passed multiple levels there and became a demon." He flapped himself on the bed.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." I looked at him with a guilty expression.

"It's nothing." He said.

"Is it bad being a demon?" I asked.

"You can say that..." He answered.

"Why?" 

"I hate being recognized as that dangerous with no feelings creature. When people know i'm a demon, it's like if I will eat them or something, it's true that that's what a normal demon would do if were honest..."

"So you didn't try to hurt me because you was a Black Flower?" I asked out of blue. He turned his head to me and smiled sweetly.



"No...Because I love you."

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