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Jeongguk is angry.

Jeongguk is angry at his stupid friends.

He is also angry at the boy who is sitting on his bed and claiming to be a demon sent from hell.

But mostly at his stupid friends, who brought a stupid Ouija board to their sleepover – and yes, sleepovers are still cool even though they’re all over 21 years old now, shut up – and stupidly joked about summoning a demon with it and now there is a stupid boy on Jeongguk’s bed that is stupidly claiming to be a stupid demon and-

Jeongguk is angry.

Mostly because of the stupid situation he is in right now, but also because he can’t believe that he let himself get peer-pressured at 22 years old. He told himself that he wouldn't get wrapped up with the crazy shenanigans that he heard about when he first started college, wouldn't let himself get intimidated into doing things he didn't want to do. Here he is now though, unable to believe that he thought for a moment that his worth as a person was based on his sexual experience, or rather his lack thereof.

He thinks about how it all started, when he was washing his hands in the bathroom, Jimin shouting over the top of the stall as he unashamedly did his business, telling Jeongguk that sex is great and he should definitely have it.

Jeongguk couldn’t really do anything to stop him as the rest of their friends came tumbling into the small room. Jimin’s embarrassing, “Seriously, the first time you stick your dick in a lady you’ll be a changed man. Don’t worry, Jeongguk, I’ll help you un-virgin yourself!” ringing off of the tiles.

“You’re a virgin?” Hoseok, tilting his head to the side, widens his eyes and makes an astonished noise.

Yoongi, beside him, looks bored. “You’re surprised?”

It isn’t his embarrassment that he’s a virgin at 22 – there’s really no right time to do these things and he was sort of waiting for the one – that makes him crack. No, it’s not that.

It’s the fact he’s friends with the loudest people in the world.

Walking across the campus becomes a dangerous affair. Jimin points at random girls and shouts, “Oh, what about her, Guk?” Hoseok waits until the library is dead quiet to ask, “So have you found anyone to bang yet?” Seokjin picks up a jar of olive oil in the communal kitchen and says, in his unfortunately projecting voice, “Hey Jeongguk! It’s like you: Extra Virgin,” followed by squeaking laughter that draws everybody’s attention to the blushing young boy in the middle of the room.

Jeongguk can’t take it anymore. Driven to the edge, he makes the first stupid decision in a long list of stupid decisions that he will make throughout his life.

“I did it.”

“Nike would be proud.”

Jeongguk ignores Yoongi’s monotone, his hyung not looking up from his laptop.

Namjoon, the only one who is paying him any attention, glances up at him, then back down at his bowl of cereal. He takes one more spoonful, milk splashing and sloshing off of his spoon, most of its contents gone by the time it gets to his mouth. He chews, swallows, then says, “Did what, Guk?”

“I had sex.”

Everyone looks up. Jeongguk wants to roll his eyes but his cheeks are aflame and he’s incapable of doing anything but looking down at the ground and kicking at the carpet. It had taken him a lot of courage to tell them, even though it was a lie. His embarrassment had hindered him for a good hour before he had managed to get the words out. It’s a good thing though. It makes it all the more believable to his friends.

“No way!” Jimin is flying towards him, fingers clawing at his shirt. “No way! You did not!”

“I- I did.”

Hoseok starts clapping loudly. “Congratulations!”

Seokjin puts a hand on his chest. “They grow up so fast.”

“Who was it?” Jimin grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him. “Was she hot? Was it good? Did you like it? Oh my god, did you come? Of course you did, you probably came way too early. Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. The question is, did she come? Probably not, it is your first time after all and-”

“Jimin.” Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes it. Jimin stumbles back, neck arching to look up at him. “Leave him alone. You’re scaring him to death.” Jeongguk looks back and forth between them with his skin pale and his eyes wide. “How about you wait until us three go back to our own dorm before you start grilling him with questions?”

“So what, just because we don’t live here we don’t get to know any details?” Seokjin tuts. “This is the thanks I get for raising you, Guk?”


“We could come back later,” Hoseok proposes. “I’ve still got those bottles of beer leftover from New Year’s under my bed.”

“It’s September,” Yoongi says, "and those are from last New Year's, aren't they?"

“Beer doesn’t expire,” Hoseok says with a wave of the hand.

“It really does.”

“That’s a great idea.” Namjoon says over the top of them. “We’ll come back tonight.” He reaches over and pats Jeongguk’s head. The youngest flinches under his touch. “For now, you can tell Jimin as much or as little as you’re willing to tell. It’s not that big of a deal, right?” He looks at Jeongguk, eyes soft, like he see tell how much the younger is freaking right now. He probably can; Jeongguk is a sweater. 

“I’m coming too.” Yoongi abruptly stands up with his laptop in hand, MagSafe adapter flicking out of its socket.

Jimin pouts at him. “You’re not going to stay? Don’t you care about Jeongguk’s first time having sex?”

“No, I really don’t. Good for you, Guk.” Yoongi flashes him a thumbs up. “But I don’t want to know the details and I have a thesis to write. I’ll be back for beer.”

With that he leaves. The others share some smiles, knowing that Yoongi is showing his usual hard exterior. One sip of alcohol and he’ll be at the front seat, wanting to know Jeongguk’s story.

The others find their way out, See You Soon's travelling down the hallway.


“You don’t know them. She was pretty. I liked it. Yes. Yes.”


Jeongguk realises that it was never going to be easy.

“The person. You don’t know her. I met her at a club. I-”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Jimin leans forward. “You? At a club? Without one of us there to hold your hand? What?”

“No. Not like- I meant, a club. Like. You know, um-” Jeongguk looks around the room briefly. His eyes land on a cookbook left lying open on the bench. “The baking club.”

“Oh.” Jimin leans back. “There’s a baking club?”

Jeongguk clears his throat. “Yeah.”

“Since when do you like baking? And how does Seokjin not know about it?”

“I don’t. I was walking by, I guess. And no, uh, it’s new.”

“Oh. Well, we should tell him about it. He’ll love that shit.”

“They’re not continuing.” Jeongguk waves his hands in the air. “They had some horrible incident. Something to do with a rotten egg.” Jimin raises an eyebrow. He looks like he’s about to say something further, so Jeongguk quickly shouts, “Anyway! That girl. I met her there.”

The older boy’s eyes light up, suddenly recalling the topic at hand. Jeongguk’s shoulders sag.

“Oh yeah! So? How was it? What happened? Did you make her come, or-”

“It was fine. I don’t want to talk about it.” Jeongguk must snap more harshly than he meant to because Jimin is quiet for a moment, and then,

“Sorry, Guk.” His arm snakes around Jeongguk’s shoulders. “I’m just really happy for you, that’s all. I swear I wasn’t meaning to intrude. It’s your business.”

Jeongguk breathes in deeply. “Right. No, it’s okay. I’m just a little stressed, I guess.”

“Then it can’t have been that good!” Jimin chortles, immediately stops himself and says, “Oh, sorry. Shit, I mean. Whether it’s good or not is your business. I-”

“It’s okay.” Jeongguk pushes his arm off of him and puts some space between them. “You don’t have to be so awkward. I’m not offended or anything, I just… don’t want to talk about it, please.”

“Got it. Not awkward.” Jimin smiles easily. “I’m still happy for you.” He bounces on his heels. “Once you’ve gotten the first time over with it’s like a whole new world will open up. Seriously, you have no clue what you’re in for! Wait until you get good at it. Oh boy, you’re going to- Anyway!” Jimin abruptly stops himself. “I should stop talking about it, hey? Like you’ve said to do multiple times.”

Jeongguk laughs at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Right. Anyway, it’s no big deal, right? Like Namjoon-hyung said. We can all forget this and move on.”

Jimin eyes him for a moment before he nods. “That sounds perfect.”




“Time to celebrate Jeongguk finally losing his virginity!”

Jeongguk grimaces as Jimin pulls Hoseok in through the door, mumbling something to him under his breath before Hoseok’s cheeks colour and he mutters, “Sorry.”

Namjoon sighs, loud and heavy. “Where’s that beer?”


Ten minutes later Hoseok returns, less shouting down the hallways, more alcohol tucked under his arm. He grins as he enters the room again, the other five already strewn over the floor.

Jimin leans back on his palms, legs crossed, smile wide. “We haven’t had a sleepover in so long.”

“Don’t call it that.” Yoongi grabs one of the bottles before Hoseok can put it down.

“The only other term appropriate for six guys spending the night together is an orgy. Is that what you’d prefer?”

Namjoon sits down next to Jeongguk, the younger’s knees tucked up to his chest. He’s too busy questioning all of his life decisions to notice, so he nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees his hyung’s hand coming down on top of one of his legs.

“Whoa!” Namjoon chuckles, bumping his shoulder against Jeongguk’s by way of steadying him. “You right there?”

“Sorry.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “Just drifting.”

Namjoon grabs a bottle of beer and hands it to Jeongguk.

“Don’t let them get to you.” He gestures to where their four friends are chattering back and forth. “They’re just excited for you.”

“I know.” Jeongguk rests his chin on his knees as he stares down at the bottle, rubbing his thumb over the condensation dripping down the neck.

“To them it might be a big deal. That doesn’t mean it has to be a big deal for you. But humour them, yeah? They’re just trying to have a little bit of fun.” Namjoon ruffles his hair one last time. Jeongguk smiles as he pushes him away.

An hour and many bottles of beer later, Jeongguk’s virginity, or his supposed lack thereof, is no longer the hot topic, or at least that’s what Jeongguk thinks. He is relieved, for a time, until the subject unfortunately resurfaces in a way that will completely change his life.

“Guys!” Hoseok is pulling something out from behind him. “I brought something cool.”

“Fuck no.” Seokjin stands, shaking his head. “No fucking way. Goodbye.”

“Chill out!” Hoseok grins as he puts the Ouija board box down on the ground and begins opening it.

“Haven’t you seen any horror movie ever? We’re all going to die if you- Stop opening it!”

“I have to agree with Seokjin-hyung.” Jimin eyes the box. “I can’t believe that you of all people aren’t afraid to use something like that.”

“I’m brave,” Hoseok says as though it’s not a complete lie, making everybody laugh. He ignores them and says, “It’s not real. It’s just something to mess around with. We’ll probably get bored in about five minutes but, why not, right?”

“I can give you some reasons.”

“I think it’ll be fun,” Jeongguk says, speaking up for the first time in an hour.

Seokjin glances down at him. Jeongguk watches him share a look with Yoongi before he sighs, then sits back down.

“Fine. Fine. When we die, I’ll be screaming I told you so, but fine.”

Hoseok happily sets up the board, briefly reads the instructions and then invites them all to put their fingers on the pointer.

“Spirits,” Hoseok says, voice melodic. Jeongguk snickers. “Is there anything you want to say to us?”

Nothing happens.

Of course nothing happens.

“This is boring.” Yoongi yawns, drawing his hand back.

“It probably didn’t work because you,” Jimin points at their straight-faced friend, “are a sceptic.”

“Or because it’s not real.”

“Come on.” Hoseok shakes the pointer around a bit. “Don’t you want to communicate with the dead? Or summon Jesus?”

“That- That’s not…” Namjoon lets go of the pointer to rub his temples.

“Maybe we can summon a succubus.” Jimin side-eyes Jeongguk. “Y’know, to give Jeongguk some tips.”

Jeongguk and Namjoon both shoot him sharp glares. It’s much too late for his apologetic glance.

“Oh! Great idea.” Hoseok clears his throat. He jerks the pointer, Jeongguk’s arm moving with it. “Spirits! Hear our request. Our friend needs to be laid more! He may have lost his virginity but he’s still inexperienced! Please send a hot demon to ravish him and to teach him how to be a master at sex! Amen.”

Jimin giggles, drunk and happy. Jeongguk’s cheeks glow red and rosy. Hoseok laughs loudly, twisting the pointer around in haphazard circles.

“I’m glad you’re too drunk to be serious.” Seokjin lets go of the pointer. “I’m too beautiful to die right now.”

“Come on,” Namjoon heaves himself up onto his knees. “Let’s go do something that's actually fun.”

Jeongguk looks up, eyes rounded. “Super Smash Brothers?”

“Yeah, Guk.” Namjoon smiles down at him, offering him a hand up. “Super Smash Brothers.”




Jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or Ouija boards work. He assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk boy asking for a succubus to show up for it to actually happen. Something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. Or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the Macarena.

That’s how he knows that it’s a prank.

“I’m going to kill Hoseok.” Jeongguk mutters to himself, ignoring the boy’s outstretched hand. “I’m going to kill all of them.”

“If you want help with murder, you’ve got the wrong type of demon.” The handsome boy, Kim Taehyung as he’d introduced himself a moment ago, smiles. He’s sitting on Jeongguk’s bed, all the nonchalance in the world as he crosses his legs and leans back. He’s dressed far too fancily for a two-minute prank, a sparkling red button up shirt and dark skinny jeans. They must’ve planned this out, Jeongguk realises, found this random guy and asked him to play the part.

“I don’t- Look, man.” Jeongguk turns to him. “You’re wasting your time. I’m not the best person to play pranks on. But, if you hide behind a door I’m sure you’ll be able to scare the shit out of Seokjin, or something. So, like, leave?”

“I can’t leave.” Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thick, ash grey hair flopping with his movements. “I haven’t fulfilled my duties.”

“And those are?”

“To provide the human applicant with sexual delight and prowess,” he says, with a straight face that Jeongguk is honestly impressed by. “Or ravish you and turn you into a sex master, to quote the actual request.”

“I don’t need ravishing, thank you.”

“But that’s not-”

“I don’t have time for this.” Jeongguk grabs the gym bag he’d forgotten to take with him earlier, the entire reason he’s back in the dorm by himself right now. “Sorry for not giving you the reaction you probably wanted. See ya.”

With that he leaves the rather perplexed, silver-haired boy behind.




“Dude!” Jeongguk actually does jump this time. “What the fuck?”

“Hello Jeongguk.” The boy sits up from where he was lying on his bed. “Did you enjoy your time at the gymnasium?”

“What the fuck are you doing in my room? It’s almost midnight. Piss off.”

“I cannot leave. I have not fulfilled my duties.”



Jimin, who had fallen asleep on his desk, a sizeable trail of drool slivering down one of his cheeks, shoots up, bleary eyes widening as Jeongguk stomps into the room. He hits his knee on the bottom of the desk. In pain and half-awake, he gives Jeongguk a rather intense glare. “What the fuck? What’s your problem?”

“Don’t!” Jeongguk hisses. “Don’t act innocent. I’m tired. I want to go to bed. Get your friend to fuck off, will you?”

Jimin instantly looks considerably more awake, considerably more confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Taehyung. Get him off of my bed. It’s not even funny, Jimin. When are you going to drop this whole “losing my virginity” thing? It’s not that big of an event. I’m sick of the way everyone keeps bringing it up at every opportunity. You know that, so I'm not sure why you thought I would find this even remotely entertaining. Just… Get rid of him, please?”

Jimin stretches, a big yawn escaping his lips, making his, “I don’t know a Taehyung,” almost unintelligible.

“I’m two seconds away from being legitimately pissed off.”

“Jeongguk, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

So Jeongguk grabs his arm, yanks him, drags him across the floor towards his room. Inside Taehyung is waiting on the bed. He’s laying down still, arms behind his head, looking very relaxed. He sits up, crossing his legs, when the two boys tumble into the room.

“Here. Taehyung, Jimin. Jimin, Taehyung. Now you know him. Can you please get him to fuck off?”

Jimin looks at Jeongguk carefully, brows crinkled.

“Jeongguk, are you okay?”

“No! Get rid of him. I asked him to leave but he said something stupid about fulfilling his duties.”

Jimin stares at him, head tilted. “Jeongguk…”

“Jeongguk.” Taehyung’s rich voice makes him turn. He’s got a small smile on his face as he says, “He can’t see me.”

Jeongguk gapes at him. Not because he believes him, but because he can’t believe how far they’re taking this stupid joke. He’s just on the verge of tearing his hair out when Jimin turns to face him dead on.

“Listen, Guk. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I need to apologise to you. You’re right. I keep making a big deal out of you losing your virginity. I said I’d stop and I haven’t. I guess I just thought it was something special.” Jimin puts a hand up on his shoulder, gentle pats left behind when he pulls it back. “Of course, that’s how I saw my first time. But everyone is different, with different values. If you don’t see it as a big deal, or if you don’t want people talking about it, we should all respect that.” He bows his head, says in a low voice, “I’m really sorry.”

“This is really touching,” says the boy on his bed, hands held over his heart. Jeongguk wants to strangle him.

“It’s fine,” he answers in a clipped tone. “I don’t care anymore, I just want people to stop bringing it up.”

“I will. I promise, I will,” Jimin answers, rising back up.

“And stop with the stupid prank.” Jeongguk, some tension now relieved, cracks a smile, chuckling to himself. “Please. I have no idea what the joke was even meant to be. Is this about the Ouija board thing?” A light bulb illuminates his mind. “Oh, I get it! You guys thought it would be funny to pretend like an actual demon got summoned. Cute, but I’m not that dumb, Jiminie. I stopped believing in all of that stuff when I stopped believing in Santa Claus last year.”

Jimin’s own smile vanishes.

“Still got literally no clue what you’re talking about, Guk.” He gives an uneasy laugh. “Are you pranking me?”

“No!” Jeongguk frowns. “I just want this guy out of my room.”

“What guy?”

“That guy!” He gesticulates wildly over to his empty bed. “Right-”

He stops short as he does a double take, glancing back to the bed, now sans human.


“Jeongguk.” Jimin’s hand is back on his shoulder, much more tentatively. “Are you okay?”

“There was… there was a boy.” Jeongguk spins in circles. His room is empty. The window is closed. They would’ve heard the closet door opening. Still Jeongguk checks it, but it too is empty.

Jimin watches him rifling around in his room. “I’m honestly a little concerned for your health, buddy.”

“I- I guess… I guess I imagined it.” He turns around to Jimin with wide eyes. “Was I dreaming, or something?”

Jimin just shrugs.

“I guess I was… That was… so weird.” He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, cheeks warm. “Ignore me. I guess I was more stressed than I thought.”

“Okay.” Jimin bites his lip. “Do you want, like, a glass of water? Or a psychiatrist, or something?”

“I’m fine. I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Okay.” Jimin gives him one last look. “Tell me if you’re not feeling right, okay?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, Jiminie.”

Jimin leaves, closing the door behind him. Jeongguk sighs, casting one more glance at his empty bed. He sits down on it, tilts his head back.

“I told you,” a deep voice in his right ear has him yelping, jumping a foot off of the mattress, “he can’t see me.”

“What the fuck?” He scrambles back on the bed. “Where did you come from? How did you get here?”

“Hell. I flew.”


“Jeongguk-ah?” Jimin bursts back into the room. “I heard you yelling. Are you okay?”

Jeongguk’s gaze travels from the amused boy to his right up to his concerned friend, whose eyes don’t stray from Jeongguk even once.

“I’m… fine. I just thought I saw a spider.”

“Oh.” Jimin relaxes, but only a little. “How big was it? Do we need to burn the dorm down?”

“No. It was just a piece of fluff. I’m fine. Go to bed, Jimin.”

Jimin nods once and then closes his door.

“Okay,” he rounds on the definitely-evil-but-definitely-not-a-demon-because-if-Santa-isn’t-real-then-there’s-no-way-demons-are-real-either sitting next to him, “what the fuck are you? What do you want? Why can’t Jimin see you?”

The boy laughs, crossing his legs on his mattress. Jeongguk feels like telling him to fuck off of his bed, but refrains. He wants answers first.

“Do you always ask numerous questions at once?”

“Answer them and I’ll tell you.”

“I’m an incubus. I want to fulfil my duties so that I can return home. Your friend cannot see me because humans cannot see beings from other realms unless they have specific business with them.” Jeongguk watches the boy lifting his large hand, ticking off a slender finger with each answer.

“I don’t believe you.” He squints at the potentially insane not-demon sitting next to him. Taking a moment to look him over properly, he deduces that he has certainly never seen him around. He would remember a face like his. Not because he thinks it is an attractive face. Jeongguk is straight. He can objectively acknowledge that the boy is very pretty to look at, but only for people who are attracted to men. Which Jeongguk is not. Because he’s straight.

“If you don’t believe in demons why did you summon me?”

“I didn’t summon you.”

“Yes, you did. We received a request for one Jeon Jeongguk to be taught how to improve his sexual skills and to be ravished. I was deemed the most suitable demon for the summons and here I am.” The boy looks both perplexed and amused as he finishes spouting his bullshit. He bites at his lip for a moment, frowning. “I usually don’t need to explain this. Most humans remember making their request.”

“Hoseok said that, not me.”

“It matters not. I must fulfil the request.”

“Is Hoseok the one that put you up to this?”

The boy tilts his head. “Is that not what you just said? That this Hoseok was the one who made the request?”

“No, like-” Jeongguk groans in the back of his throat. “He’s the one who organised this prank.”

“I do not know of any pranks. I wouldn’t mind being involved though. I love pranks.” His eyes sparkle brightly. They’re beautiful. A dark brown framed by the loveliest diamond-shaped eyes. Harsh brows that give his otherwise placid demeanour a fierce edge. He’s gorgeous, all in all.

Objectively speaking, that is.

Jeongguk decides that he’ll have to humour this boy if he wants to get any further on his quest to get him the fuck out of his room, so he sighs and says, “Fine. It’s real. You’re a demon. Why are you male? Hoseok asked for a succubus.”

“Incorrect,” the boy responds. “The requester did not ask for a specific kind of demon. We analysed the client and determined that the best option would be to send an incubus.”

“But- I’m not- I’m not gay!” Jeongguk splutters, pushing back further along the bed, putting as much space between himself and this clinically insane person as he can.

“Incorrect.” The boy rebuts. “You are at least 79 percent homosexual, according to my readings.”

“I- what-”

“I just screened you again, it seems that your reading has increased to 83.”

“No, that’s not-”

“Just admit that you like dick, Jeongguk.”

He gapes, squeaking. Taehyung laughs, tipping his head back. His throat shifts as he does, a beautiful expanse of skin over a thick neck, a throat column that looks so completely kissable, and-

Okay, fine. Jeongguk will admit that he might be slightly bi-curious, or something. So what? He's in college. Everyone goes through a phase like this.

Still, it’s 10 percent at best.

“I can already tell that I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Why are you- you were just speaking so-”

“Formally?” The boy supplies. He leans back on his hands. “I just like fucking with people. It’s always great seeing humans' reactions. You’re so very expressive.”

Jeongguk simmers, nearing the end of his rope. He's wondering if he should just get up and call the police, or something. Anything to get this guy away from him.

“How is it appropriate to send me an incubus? Aren’t incubus-es-”


“Incu-busses. Aren’t they supposed to, like, rape women in their sleep, or something?”

Taehyung scowls.

“Where’d you get that from: Wikipedia? I’m not going to rape anybody." He tuts, shaking his head. "And we aren’t all straight. C’mon, we literally live in Hell. 99% percent of us are gay down there. Also, women? No thank you. Pussy isn’t my thing.”

Despite himself, Jeongguk feels a blush coming on. He turns his head. “Well, it is my thing. So, can you like, go away now please?”

“Jeongguk.” Taehyung’s voice is close to his ear. “How would you know if you haven’t tried yet?”

Jeongguk turns. Taehyung’s face is right there. He has a mole on the tip of his nose. One on his bottom lip too. Fuck, his lips are really thick. Holy shit, what the hell? Does this guy to that stupid Kylie Jenner challenge every morning? And why does his skin look like it is sparkling? Is he wearing makeup or is this his natural look? He's literally perfect.

“I’m not gay. Also, I don’t want an incubus to ravish me, or whatever.” He puts a hand on Taehyung’s collarbone and pushes him away. “So, can you please leave? Please?”

“I cannot leave until I have fulfilled my duties.”

“Oh my god.” Jeongguk tips his head back. “I just want to sleep. Go away.”

“Jeongguk.” Taehyung’s fingers wrap around his wrist, drawing his attention. “I’m not joking around. I really can’t leave. I’m bound to you until I have done what I came here to do. Until I do, I’m stuck here on earth.”

Jeongguk gapes at him. “Stuck here, as in…?”

“As in I cannot leave,” Taehyung replies soberly.

“But- I don’t want to have sex! I don’t want this!”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side. “Then why did you ask for it.”

“I didn’t. Hoseok did!”

Taehyung hums. His sheer maroon shirt falls around his collarbones, exposing flawlessly smooth skin. “Regardless of whether or not you executed the summon, the request cannot be indulged unless the client consents to it. So, you must want it.”

“No!” Jeongguk pushes his hand off of him, only now realising it is still pressed to the skin of his wrist. “I don’t want to have sex. I don’t want to be better at it! I just want you to leave.”

“I mean, I know you’re lying about at least two of those three things.” Taehyung pushes back so he’s sitting against the wall. “I’m an incubus. I have a sense for these kinds of things.”

“Well your senses are wrong. How could I want to be better at sex when I’ve never even had it in the first place?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen. He pauses, chest stilling as he sucks in a breath. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” Jeongguk pushes out through his teeth. “Shouldn’t you have known that? Since you ‘have a sense for these things’?”

“Shit,” he mutters. “That complicates things.”

Jeongguk wants to ask how. But then he remembers that this entire thing is bullshit and that he is exhausted and that he just wants to sleep and forget that any of this ever happened.

“Look,” he starts, “it’s almost one in the morning. I need to be up at six for gym. At this point, I couldn’t care less whether you’re here or not. Just get off of my bed and let me sleep. Please.”

Taehyung pouts even as he moves off of the bed, compliant. “You’re going to make me sleep on the floor?”

“You’re a demon, aren’t you?” Jeongguk says sardonically. “You don’t need to sleep.”

“Wha- Of course I do. What’s wrong with you? Don’t believe everything you read on the internet, Jeongguk-ssi.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk mutters, crawling under his sheets. Taehyung doesn’t say anything further as Jeongguk flicks his lamplight off and lets his head fall onto his pillow.




When he wakes up he thinks, for one blissful moment, that he is thirteen years old again, humping his pillow in his sleep, coming in his teenage mutant ninja turtle boxers, images of hot bikini models drifting through his mind.

Oh, how he wishes. Back then things were so simple. He was definitely straight - not that he isn't now - and it was socially acceptable that he was a virgin.

Unfortunately, when he opens his eyes he realises that he is still twenty-two and he just had his first wet dream in eight years. The uncomfortable, sticky coldness in his briefs, the shame as he feels his erection dissipating, the confusion as he tries to remember what he was dreaming about only to draw a blank.

“Sorry about that,” comes a voice to his right. He looks up in the darkness, barely making out the silhouette of Taehyung, cross-legged on the floor. Eyes shining with amusement when Jeongguk flicks a lamp on.

“What- what the fuck?” He hisses, grabbing his pillow, covering his soaked underwear from view. Cursing himself for wearing light grey, he says, “Dude, why are you still here? Get out!”

“I cannot leave until I have fulfilled my duties,” the other drones, sitting up on his knees. “So, until that happens, you better get used to that.”

Jeongguk follows his gaze down to his hidden crotch.

“What are you talking about?” He mumbles, cheeks warm.

“I’m an incubus. I have a strong sexual aura. You are likely to experience a heightening in your own sexual aura due to being in my presence for prolonged periods of time. This is likely your body's reaction to the shock of my presence. It should pass eventually. Maybe.”

“Okay, well can you please, like, go away so that I can deal with this?” Jeongguk says, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that his face feels like it’s on fire.

“I cannot leave until I ha-”

“Oh my god! Shut up!” Jeongguk shoves his hands over his ears. “I get it! Can you please just turn around or something?”

The boy snickers as he complies. Jeongguk decides that he hates him.

When he has sufficiently cleaned up, donned some clothes, and waited for his cheeks to un-flush, he grunts. Taehyung seems to recognise it as permission to turn around, so he does. Jeongguk doesn’t miss the sparkle of amusement in his eyes and he scowls.

“So, last night when I was lying on the floor trying to fall asleep for four hours,” Taehyung starts, a sharpness in his words that Jeongguk refuses to acknowledge, “I was thinking. If you’re a virgin, why did your friend make the request for you to get better at sex? Why did your cute friend from last night talk about you losing your virginity?”

Jeongguk ducks down under his bed, pulling his gym bag out from underneath it.

“Because I lied to them.”

“Lied to them about having sex for the first time?”

“Mm,” he hums as he grabs his sneakers and pulls them onto his bare feet.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because,” he starts lacing them up loosely, “everyone kept pressuring me all of the time. Making fun of me for being a virgin and telling me that I had to go and get laid as soon as possible and I just- I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“They don’t sound like very good friends,” Taehyung observes as Jeongguk stands, slinging his bag onto his shoulder.

“They are good friends. They’re just really open with each other about that sort of thing and I guess I’m not.”

“Did you try, you know, telling them that?” Taehyung follows him to the door. “Telling them that you were uncomfortable?”

“No,” he admits. “I didn’t really think it through, okay? I definitely wouldn’t have lied to them if I knew it was going to lead to a supposed sex demon harassing me.”

Taehyung grins at him, baring gleaming teeth and unnervingly sharp canines.

“What are you doing now?”

Jeongguk groans, one hand on the doorknob.

“I’m going to the gym. You can feel free to disappear while I’m gone.”

“I cannot leave, I-”

“Oh my god, okay! I get it.” Jeongguk thinks he sees Taehyung sniggering out of the corner of his eye when he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You can just chill here, or whatever. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Can I come with you? It’s boring in your room. You have no sex toys.” Jeongguk splutters, turning his reddened face away. Taehyung laughs softly, stepping closer. Jeongguk sees his hand coming toward him in his peripheral vision, feels his finger poking his cheek. “You’re so innocent,” he says in a gentle tone.

“I’m not,” he shoves his hand away, “innocent. I’m just not a pervert.”

With that he wrenches the door open, stepping out into the lounge.

“I don’t understand,” Taehyung muses as he follows close behind him. “Didn’t you go the gym last night? Why are you going again?”

“Because I go every day. Every day except for Sunday.”

“Wow, why do you hate yourself?”

“Actually, it’s because I-”

“Who are you talking to?”

Jeongguk falters in front of one of the couches. Yoongi is standing in the kitchen, one hand holding a bottle of orange juice, the other hand rubbing down his tired face.

“No one,” Jeongguk mutters. He squints at his hyung, trying to detect a fault in his acting, but the other is impressively straight-faced.

“Hey,” Yoongi puts the open bottle down. Some of the liquid sloshes over onto the bench. That will go uncleaned, along with all of the other various food spills, until the next time Jeongguk finds himself in there, no doubt. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Yoongi-hyung. Why?”

“You seem not fine.” Yoongi shrugs. “I feel like the guys have maybe taken this whole you losing your virginity thing a bit too far.”

Jeongguk purses his lips. “I know, hyung, but really, I just want to stop talking about it. Forever.”

“You know,” Yoongi taps his fingers on the bench, “you don’t need to lie to us.”

Jeongguk stiffens, gym bag swinging on his shoulder. “What?”

“I mean, it’s not my business. Or anyone’s but yours. But if you feel uncomfortable about this whole situation, you don’t need to make anything up to get us to stop talking about it. You could just ask us to back off.”

He feels something poking his ribs.

“Told you,” Taehyung whispers in his ear.

“I- I’m not making anything up,” he insists. “I really did have- you know…”

Yoongi smiles at him.

“If you say so. I was just making sure that you knew.” He pulls a face as he turns back to his breakfast drink. “Sex isn’t even that great anyway. I’m not sure why everyone makes a big deal about it. Unless your partner is a literal sex god, it’s not going to be all it’s cracked up to be, so don’t get your expectations up.”

“Right,” Jeongguk grunts, ignoring Taehyung snickering behind him. “Anyway, I’m going to-”

“Yeah, yeah. Go make the rest of us even more self-conscious about our flabby bodies.” Yoongi grins at him over the top of the bottle of orange juice.

“You’re right. It sounds like you have nice friends,” Taehyung perceives as the door closes behind them.

“I do,” Jeongguk admits with a smile. Taehyung emits a loud ‘aww’ and throws his arms over Jeongguk’s shoulders, linking his hands together and clinging onto him until Jeongguk shakes him off with a surprised yelp. “Don’t touch me!”

“Geez,” the silver-haired boy utters, sounding offended. “To think I’m supposed to have sex with you.”

“I’m not going to have sex with you,” Jeongguk hisses, keeping his voice as quiet as possible as they walk through the dorm hallways. If anyone sees him talking to himself, he’s definitely going to be dubbed as that one crazy guy for the rest of his college life. He’s still not entirely convinced that this isn’t an extremely elaborate prank, anyway. Maybe Yoongi really was just pretending that he couldn’t see Taehyung. If that’s the case, Jeongguk will have to remember to compliment his hyung on his improved acting skills.

“That’s a shame.” Taehyung drawls as he matches Jeongguk’s pace, keeping beside him but thankfully a foot away from him. “I guess I’m going to be stuck on earth for the rest of my life. Or at least, your life. I’m going to miss my family.”

“You have a family?” Jeongguk frowns at him, a twinge of guilt in his belly.

“Nah,” he admits with a sideways grin, “just messing with you.”

He turns away with a scowl. Reminds himself that this guy is a demon – supposedly – and is in general not a good person.

For the first fifteen minutes after he changes into his work-out clothes, Jeongguk actually enjoys himself at the gym. It’s the one place that feels normal. Peaceful. As he warms himself up, getting his blood flowing on the exercise bike, he is surprised that he goes undisturbed. At one point he forgets altogether that his life has taken a bizarre turn. He looks over his shoulder when he finishes warming up, only to see no demon hovering by him. For a moment, as he heads over to the barbells and sets up his preferred weight, he wonders if he was imagining the whole thing. Maybe it’s still the previous night and he’s going to go home to find Jimin complaining that he didn’t give a good reaction to their dumb prank. Maybe he was hallucinating the whole time and a good workout session will relieve him of whatever tension is obviously plaguing him.

As he takes the bar off of the support and begins his first squat, the familiar burn that he loves working its way up along his core and through his thighs, he feels a pair of eyes on him. It’s not completely unusual for people to watch him working out, it being one of the few things he considers himself proficient at, but this gaze feels particularly…


He looks up just as he reaches the bottom of his squat, shorts ridden up tight around his thighs. Taehyung is lying on the bench in front of him. On his stomach, legs bent at the knees, feet swinging back and forth. Head propped up on his chin as he stares quite unashamedly at Jeongguk’s legs.

“Do you mind?” He snaps, words shaking under the strain.

“No, thank you.” Taehyung doesn’t blink as he watches him standing back up, shorts pulled tight across his crotch. Jeongguk, with an unfortunately flushed neck, puts the bar back on its supports and glares at his demonic acquaintance.

“Stop staring at me.”

“But you’re so hot.”

Jeongguk clears his throat as he turns around. “Whatever. Can you go amuse yourself doing something else? You’re making me uncomfortable and I want to do my workout in peace.”

There is an elongated groan from behind him.

“Fine.” The bench scrapes as he stands himself up. “But I’ll get so bored. What am I supposed to do?”

Jeongguk is about to say leave, but if he hears Taehyung’s “fulfil my duties” phrase one more time he might just punch him in the face.

“I don’t know. Work out?”

“I’d rather not,” Taehyung says as he scrunches his nose up at some dumbbells on a nearby rack. “You humans are so gross. You get all sweaty if you do work out and all flabby if you don’t. Thank god for my unnatural metabolism that keeps me fit.” He lifts his shirt, revealing a set of abs that makes Jeongguk pull his shirt down further. “Being a demon is just so nice.”

“Cool,” Jeongguk mutters with a sharp eyeroll before standing back and grabbing the bar again. He waits until Taehyung walks off before he starts his squats once more, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Not too many minutes later he is enjoying himself again, finally getting stuck into his routine. A mind-numbing set of movements that allow him to zone out and not think.

Then he hears the thud and the scream.

He shoots up from his plank, wrenched from his zen. His eyes flicker around the gym until he sees the group of people gathered around one corner. He jogs over, heart in his throat, nearly choking on it when he spots what the commotion is about.

For a moment he thinks that everyone is worried about the same thing as he is. He wonders why no one is doing anything to help as shoots to the front of the crowd, working on instinct.

“Move,” he snaps to one girl who’s standing there with her hands over her heart. She turns to glare at him.

“What’s your problem?”

“Can’t you see he needs help?” He hisses, lunging for Taehyung who is writhing on the bench, bar pressed to his neck. “Idiot,” he mutters as he quickly stands above the bar, pulling it up.

Taehyung gasps for air, hands flying up to his throat as Jeongguk steadily moves it back to its support.

“Why are you all just standing there?” Jeongguk snaps to the small crowd with a bravery he normally doesn’t possess. His head is light, heart racing now that it has settled back in his chest.

“Hey, chill out.” Some guy who looks very much like a dude-bro steps forward. “It’s just gym equipment.”

“Yeah,” agrees the girl with her hand over her heart. “It just gave me a fright, is all. It fell off out of nowhere. All I did was sit on the bench and then the weight just fell. Scared the hell out of me.”

Jeongguk stares at the crowd. They stare right back at him.

His regular shyness returns in full force, a tidal wave of awkwardness that has his cheeks blaring hot.

“Right,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. He glances down at Taehyung. Now sat up on the bench, he rubs at his throat with a sheepish expression. His skin is a normal complexion, unmarred where it should be red and bruising.

Jeongguk, for the first time in six months, quits his work-out without doing a cool down. Too mortified to meet anyone’s eyes, he strides over to his locker, grabs his bag and heads straight for the change room.

No one else is in there at the time, which is a relief because Taehyung follows him in.

“Hey,” he starts, “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Were you trying to embarrass me on purpose?” Jeongguk spits, yanking his clothes out of his bag and throwing them onto the bench.

“No, of course not. I just wanted to lift some weights but that girl sat on me and took me by surprise.” He laughs while Jeongguk starts ripping his shirt off. “I just… Uh…”

“Are you an idiot? You know you can die when that happens right?” He pulls his shorts down in one jerking movement. “And I just freaked out in front everyone and now they think I’m crazy because apparently I’m the only person that can see you.”

A hand on his shoulder pulls him to face Taehyung who is wearing a solemn expression. He reaches up to clasp the other shoulder, as he says, “Jeongguk, calm down. You’re literally rage-stripping right now.”

Jeongguk pauses, realises that his fingers are indeed poised at the waistband of his briefs. He quickly shrugs Taehyung’s hands off of him, turning his back to him so that he can pull his clean clothes on.

“Listen, Jeongguk.” Taehyung sits down on the bench next to his bag. “I’m really sorry that happened. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you, I promise. You don’t need to worry about me, though I’m touched that you did. I’m immortal. I wouldn’t have been hurt.” When Jeongguk scoffs, he reaches out and tugs on his wrist. “It still wasn’t pleasant though. I’m glad that you helped me. Thank you.”

Jeongguk glances from Taehyung’s wide, sincere eyes, back to his gym bag. He breathes out, shoulders sagging, head drooping. In a quiet voice he asks, “Is it really real?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer immediately.

“They really couldn’t see you. I thought that maybe…”

“It’s really real, Jeongguk,” he responds after a moment. When Jeongguk glances over to him he sends him a soft smile, pink lips smooth and full. “I promise.”

Jeongguk nods as he shudders a breath.

“Okay,” he whispers.




Back at the dorm, Jeongguk is rather quiet. It’s not abnormal for him to be, especially when his hyungs are all busy with study. Still, Taehyung seems to notice that he’s quieter than usual, despite not knowing him. He doesn’t talk a lot, giving him space. Jeongguk is grateful, even though it unsettles him more than when Taehyung chatted the whole time.

A few hours of him sitting in his room and swiping at his phone pass. He eventually sits up and, after a moment’s consideration, inelegantly announces, “I need to go to class.”

Taehyung sits up from where he was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Right,” he says, sounding a lot less sure of himself than he did the night before. Jeongguk supposes that he has thrown the incubus off of his guard, with his blatant refusal to go along with however this thing usually works.

“Are you going to…” Jeongguk’s eyes trail from him to the door.

Taehyung winces.

“I’m good. I’ll stay here. You go.”

“Are you sure?” Jeongguk says with no enthusiasm in his voice. Honestly, he’d love if he could be separate from the demon for a little bit of time. He needs a moment to himself to think. “Won’t you get bored?”

“Nah, I’ve been around for thousands of years.” Taehyung waves a dismissive hand in the air. “I’ve learnt how to entertain myself.”

Jeongguk purses his lips as he recalls what happened when Taehyung got bored at the gym, but the man only grins. Jeongguk sighs as he walks over to his desk.

The demon has taken to staring down at his twiddling thumbs when Jeongguk shoves something under his nose, making him jump.


“It’s my laptop. You can entertain yourself with the internet while I’m gone.” When Taehyung looks up at him with large, shining eyes, he jiggles the laptop, looking away. “Well? Do you want it or not?”

“Thank you, Jeongguk.” Taehyung giggles as he pulls the laptop towards him. He has a boyish expression adorning his features. It makes him a lot less intimidating. “I’ve never used the internet before.”


“Yeah. There’s no use for stuff like that in Hell. We’re working all of the time.” His eyes reflect the blue of the laptop home screen as he stares at it. “I don’t even know how to use this thing.”

Jeongguk ends up being ten minutes late for his lecture, but he thinks it may have been worth it. Taehyung seemed to shed some sort of layer that Jeongguk wasn’t aware he had on as he opened up YouTube and showed him how to work it.

When he returns two hours later, Jimin and Yoongi are in the kitchen talking.

“Hey Guk,” Jimin greets, “you left your laptop on, you know.”

“Oh,” he answers.

“I turned it off for you.”

“How long ago?”

“Like twenty minutes ago. I don’t know.” Jimin turns so that he can frown at him as he continues to walk by. “I did you a favour, you brat. I could’ve gone through your porn history, but I helped you save the environment instead. Where is my thanks?”

“Thanks, Jimin-ssi.”

He hears a growl from behind him as he closes the door to his room.  

Taehyung is sitting on the bed cross-legged. Jeongguk dumps his bag at the door before walking over to him.

“Jeongguk-ah!” Taehyung perks up the moment he sees him, greeting him with an excited tone. “That was amazing.”

“What was?” He asks as he comes to sit on the end of the bed.

“This!” Taehyung takes a deep breath before he pulls Jeongguk’s laptop out from next to him. “I never knew that the internet was so much fun. There are so many videos. I could’ve watched that for hours but your friend came and turned it off and I didn’t know the password to get back in.”

“It’s...” Jeongguk pauses when he remembers that he’s still got the same password he’s been using since he first got the laptop (b00b1e5!). “Actually, I’ll just make a new one for you. Anyway, that’s good. I guess we’ve found what you’re going to do for the rest of your life while you’re stuck here.”

He’s joking, but Taehyung’s smile falls. He pushes the laptop aside.

“Actually, Jeongguk, we need to talk about that.” The gleam melts away from his eyes, leaving something dark and serious. “Jeongguk, I’m here for a reason. I know you don’t want to hear it, but: if you want to be rid of me, you’re going to need to allow me to fulfil my duties.”

Jeongguk pouts as he sits back on the heels of his palms.

“Isn’t there some sort of complaint system, or something? Some hotline I can call so that I can tell Satan that I don’t need your service? That there was a mistake with the request?”

Taehyung laughs, covering his mouth as he squeaks. Jeongguk finds himself laughing too, despite everything. Seeing Taehyung’s more humane side today has made him feel a lot more positive towards him, he supposes.

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. But even if it did, Jeongguk, are you really going to tell me that you don’t want this?”

“What do you mean?” He frowns. “I don’t.”

“Jeongguk, I know your friend was making some dumb joke, but just think for a minute. He requested two things, correct? One,” he raises a finger, “for you to be ravished, and two,” another finger, “for you to learn how to be a better partner in bed. Are you going to tell me that you don’t want either of those things?”

Jeongguk opens his mouth to protest but aborts the words halfway. He groans, tipping his head back.

“Fine, I guess I do. Who wouldn’t want that? Everyone wants to be good in bed and everyone wants good sex. But I don’t want that with a demon.” He pauses, then, “No offence.”

"I understand,” Taehyung responds, “I do. But the point is that when your friend made that request, you wanted it. You just didn’t think it would actually happen, I suppose. But now it has happened. So, what do you want to do?”

“I- I don’t…” He shifts on the bed, feels like there’s a spotlight shining on him as he discusses his sex life so blatantly with what is practically a perfect stranger. He sits up, eyes down on his knees.


“I always wanted…” he swallows, clears his throat, “I always wanted my first time to be with someone special. I don’t really- I would never have asked for this,” he gestures over at Taehyung half-heartedly, “because I don’t want some meaningless fling.”

Taehyung makes a squeaky noise before he shuffles over the bed, throwing his arms around his shoulders. “That’s so sweet. You’re secretly a romantic!”

“Get off of me,” he cries, embarrassment warm in his cheeks. “I’m not- Get off.”

Taehyung laughs as he obliges, moving to sit beside him. He reaches down to pat his knee.

“I understand, Jeongguk. I think it's really admirable for you to stick to your values. There’s nothing wrong with that.” He takes a deep breath as he moves his hand back down to the mattress. “It’s just that…”

Jeongguk waits while Taehyung trails off, looking off to the side somewhere.


“Nothing,” Taehyung answers, perking up. “I’m just not sure what will happen. I don’t think we’re allowed to slack off. We get a lot of job requests, you know. They’re going to need me back on the force at some point.”

Jeongguk snorts, relaxing as Taehyung does. “You make it sound like you’re doing something actually important.”

“Hey,” Taehyung elbows him lightly, “sex is important. Good sex makes life better.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Why are you being snarky?”

“I’m just saying. There are more important things in life.”

“Oh, and you’d know, virgin?”

Jeongguk dips his head.

“Asshole,” he mutters. Taehyung laughs.

“Come on. Open your laptop so I can watch some more videos. I was in the middle of exploring K-pop and holy shit, I was getting invested.”