I arrived home after my talk with Y/N. She's the perfect target. I smiled to myself. I'm so lucky~
"Hey, did you find any?" Taehyung.
"Yep, and she's perfect." I licked my lips.
"Lucky~"
"Well, she's mine, you can't have her," I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"We're Incubi, we find our own slaves," I stated.
"Doesn't mean I won't try to steal her!" Was all Taehyung said before he disappeared behind the door.
"Screw you!" I shouted back.
I massaged my temples. I have to find out more information about her before I start doing anything stupid. Let's see...
1. She is 23 like me
2. She is gorgeous
3. Nice but sometimes cold
4. She already had her first kiss
5. Her job is...
Wait, I don't know her job. Maybe I should ask her. Oh no, what if she's those super secret agents?! Nah, that'll never happen. She looks too weak. Probably can't even lift a pebble.
I relaxed my arms and drifted off to sleep...
The next day~
"AHHH WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!" I heard screaming?
"Calm down, we already put it out."
I sat up and walked out to the kitchen. There was flour, eggs, and all other types of ingredients used for cooking.
"What the hell happened here?" I asked.
"Namjoon almost burned the house down," Jin explained. Then he went on to scolding him.
"I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA DIE!" Hoseok was still screaming.
"I think I'm gonna die from your screaming," Taehyung joked.
"Next time, try not to make my ears bleed?" I told Hobi.
"Yeah yeah, whatever you say," he said mockingly.
"Assholes," I whispered.
"Is that how you speak to someone older than you?!" Hoseok grabbed my collar and lifted me up.
"So, what if it is?" I fired back.
"You little-"
"Kids! No fighting," I heard Jin shout from the kitchen.
"Yeah yeah," we both said in unison.
He let go of me and sat back down on the couch.
"I'm going out, I'll come back later!" I grabbed my coat and headed out.
Maybe I'll just go to that café again. Maybe also look for a few more slaves as I go.
I arrived at the café, all the girls and waitresses staring at me. I winked at them. Most of them screamed or fangirled over me. Humans, such easy creatures to please. I took a seat, and that's when I saw her. It's Y/N!
She seemed to be reading a book again. That same one? It must be really interesting. I watched as she flipped a page. Her hair hanging down as she was staring down at the book.
I went up to her. She didn't even notice my presence... Or so I thought.
"What do you want?"
"You." I answered.
I saw her roll her eyes at me.
"I'm being serious. Who wouldn't want you?"
"People who don't only care for looks but also personality."
I took a seat in front of her. I pulled out my phone and gave it to her.
"What's this for? Just go away, and let me read peacefully." She tossed it back to me, luckily I caught it before it hit the ground.
"Number?"
"No."
I saw a phone with a pink and blue ombre effect on its case. I quickly grabbed it and turned it on before she could swipe it back. No passcode? Perfect!
Entering my number into her phone, I handed it back to her. She took it and looked at it.
"I don't want it."
"Too bad, many girls would die for this, so be grateful." I grinned.
"Gross." I heard her say.
"You know I can hear you, right?" She seemed to not be paying any attention to me.
"Whatever." She packed her phone and book into her backpack and started standing up.
"Hey! Where are you going?" I gripped onto her arm, but she forcefully yanked it back.
"Don't touch me." She gave me a hard glare before leaving at a quick pace.
What's her problem? All I did was just grab her arm. There wasn't even that much force put into it. She must be really weak or something.
Did I say something wrong? Does she just hate me for no particular reason? Geez, this is bothering me so much? Not once had a girl rejected me. They gladly accepted me with open arms.
I hurriedly rushed out to find Y/N. I can just look for another target. Why am I wasting so much time on her? By now, droplets of water was falling from the sky. Why did it have to rain now?
I frantically looked around for her. I saw a soaking wet figure walking down the sidewalk. It's her!
I ran up to her, took off my coat and placed it on her head to cover her from the rain.
"Don't touch me," she hissed.
"I'm doing this, so you don't get sick."
"I don't need it." She pushed the coat off her head and continued walking.
"Fine. Suit yourself. I was only trying to be a nice person." I mumbled.
She took out her phone, typed something, then put it away. Something was different though. Her phone this time had a black case, not like the other one I saw today. The other one was pink and blue. Could that have been a decoy?
"What did you do?"
"None of your concerns," she replied.
She walked and I followed. I have nothing better to do, so might as well. I'll investigate her while I'm at it.
We walked in silence for 5 minutes. She came to a stop, turned around and walked towards me. Stopping right in front of me. The sound of the rain was all I heard.
Without warning, she dashed towards my arm and grabbed it, so I couldn't hit her. Then kicked me down, so I landed on my face. She pinned me down on the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" I yelled.
"Nothing of your concern." She took out her phone and called someone.
"Yeah, I got number 233," she said into the phone.
"Number 233?" I mumbled.
"Alright, be quick, I don't know if I'll be able to hold him." She put away her phone.
"Who are you?" I asked her.
"Agent Kim Y/N, Demon Hunter, ranked top for most demons caught and killed."
Demon Hunter? Ranked top? My eyes widened.
"You're that famous Hunter!"
"That I am, 233." She was still pinning me down. I couldn't move from the shock I had.
"Why am I named that?" I asked.
"We don't call the demons by their names."
"I'm not a demon!" I lied.
"Oh really?"
She pulled out a remote looking thing and pressed a button.
"We're Incubi, we find our own slaves." That's my voice! Where did she get that? I swear to god Hunters are getting better and better.
"Disgusting Incubi, they make me sick," she scoffed.
Then, 2 black trucks appeared. People started coming out of it.
"Good job, Agent Kim, I knew we could count on you." A man who looked about his forties said.
"No problem, this one was easy." She got off of me and let the others take me to the truck.
"I'm not easy!" was the last thing I said before I got hauled into the truck...
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