Demon (jjk+reader)

Chapter 1 : One year , eighteen days , and a one way plane ticket

One year, eighteen days, and a one way plane ticket. That was what had just been exchanged for a human soul.

That insubstantial substance that all humans possess, but rarely contemplate for more than a few minutes at a time, was signed away for a mere raindrop's worth of time, with no more than just a few seconds of thought put into the decision.

'Humans are so peculiar' Jungkook mused as he studied the haggard man before him. The man appeared, at least outwardly, to be calm as he carefully read over the contract papers in front of him. Jungkook found this odd; most of his "clients" were an emotional wreck at this stage of the process.

Apparently some humans are quite attached to their souls; they seem to have difficulty signing them away.

Jungkook had never understood why.

"And this Section 97A? What do you mean by 'Failure to relinquish all ties to the soul in question at the agreed time will result in one of several consequences'? What are the consequences?"

The sound of the man's voice, which echoed sharply throughout the pitch black space, brought Jungkook out of his own thoughts and back to the room that existed in the confusing smudge of space between layers of time itself. The room was simultaneously intimate and infinite, the obsidian glass walls seeming to shift position depending on the angle at which you looked at them. The only things filling the space inside being one mahogany desk, one black lacquer lamp, one two-hundred page contract, two leather office chairs, and two drastically different bodies.

The first body went by the name Thomas Galloway; his large frame curled in on itself as he concentrated on reading through his contract diligently. His brown eyes scanned every damning word with careful consideration. Another rarity. Most clients didn't bother with the fine print of the exchange. His coarse brown hair was flecked with gray and fell past his ears; his heart beat steadily, but harshly, the only physical sign of the anxiety he was experiencing.

The second body went by the name Jungkook Jeon. Though, his clients, more often than not, knew him as Mr. Kook or simply 'Him'. He possessed a deceptively young face with a sharp, angular jaw and large brown eyes that were almost always narrowed in suspicion or contemplation. His long frame was lean and muscular; he wore a crisp black suit and had carefully styled hair the color of inky midnight. His long fingers were clasped and rested lightly upon the tabletop before him; his expression was neutral aside from his gracefully arched brow, leaving his emotions impossible to read with just a glance alone.

"Human souls are peculiar, fickle things. For some unknowable reason they seem to become quite attached to the sacks of flesh that contain them; sometimes when collection day comes they refuse to part from their owners. In such cases, more force can be required. This usually results in... experts being called in to...coax...the souls away from their owners." Jungkook's voice was low and honey smooth, the sound meant to soothe and persuade his often uneasy clients. "Truthfully the experience is rarely pleasant and is not recommended."

"And how would one avoid such a situation if it's the soul that remains attached even though the body has given it away?"

Again Jungkook was mildly surprised by the man before him. He really was intelligent. He caught on fast.

For a human.

"Souls form attachment to emotion and sentiment. If a human is fully committed to giving away their soul then no problematic attachments will form. It only occurs when humans change their mind and try to hold onto their souls for 'just a bit longer'" Jungkook explained patiently.

The man seemed to toy with this idea in his head. His lips parted as if to speak, but the words never came. He nodded to himself.

The man resumed his reading. Jungkook resumed his thinking.