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Thunder crackles just seconds after lightning helps illuminate a darkened living room briefly, interrupting the fluid sounds of typing coming from Yoongi’s computer. His eyes are straining from the brightness of the screen, but he can’t shut the computer down just yet- he’s still got a few more sentences to translate and he’s on a tight schedule here. He’s in a race against time, he needs to get this done before his computer’s battery dies. He could, in theory, just save it until tomorrow morning when the power would likely be back, but being realistic he knows that if he waits it won’t actually get done at all. He’s annoyed, and honestly, what’s the point in paying an electricity bill every month if nature is just going to cancel the service whenever it so desires?
This whole “dead languages” class was proving to be a pain in his ass. If this were almost anything else, he would be done by now. But Latin? Latin was miserable. It was, in his opinion, one of the harder languages they’ve covered so far. Western horror movies featured it often, and those actors made it seem like the sentences flowed so smoothly off their tongues, as if it were their native language. He turned his gaze to his notes, next to his newly designated reading-light candle, and after rereading the same sentence three times, he groaned, and leaned back against his couch. “‘Take a dead languages class’, I said” he muttered. “‘Maybe it’ll inspire some unusual lyrics’, I said. Ugh.” He began quietly narrating himself in frustration as he started to read over some more lines. Lightning struck again as he squinted at his book in the dim light, and began to read. “Factus infernum non prope…. Alea iacta est….non ducor duco?”
He jumped when thunder crashed again, seemingly louder than the previous times since the storm began before rolling his eyes at himself and checking his watch- 12:00 AM. He rubbed his eyes, hands covering his face and obstructing his view of the candles’ flames, dancing dimly before flaring brightly for a split second only for them to simultaneously flicker out. He dropped his hands to his legs and was greeted with total darkness, aside from the light of his laptop. Before he could even react to the strange occurrence, the snap of fingers (which did NOT belong to him, to his absolute horror) caused him to give a shrill scream, stumbling to his feet as he clambered away from the couch. He turned in time for the storm to light up the room, revealing a strange man sitting just left of where he had been. Another crash of thunder and his candles were re-lit, and Yoongi tried to recall the symptoms of psychosis, or a heart attack, or both.
He and the stranger on his couch stared each other down, until the man cleared his throat.
“So-”
“No.”
“I- Excuse me?” He looks at Yoongi incredulously, watching the smaller man sit down on the floor and save his work. “It’s time for me to go to bed. I’ve been doing this for too long, and now I’m imagining things, so it’s time to call it a night.” he calmly explains, powering down the laptop and beginning to blow out a few candles.
“Listen kid, I don’t have time for this. What did you summon me for?” Yoongi looks at the man, who stands. He’s tall, hair dark with a slight wave to it framing high cheek-bones in golden skin. He’s devastatingly handsome, and the hostess apron over his clothes makes him look absolutely adorable. Or it would, if he wasn’t a stranger in Yoongi’s apartment in the middle of the night.
“Summon you?”
“Yes, summoned me. You summoned me. Remember? The candles and evocation? Seriously kid, I have a cake in the oven. I can’t be gone long.”
“Evocat- what are you even saying right now? I was just practicing for school, and the power’s been out so I needed candles. I didn’t- I-... Can I have some cake?”
“What? No, you cannot have some cake. Second, what the fuck kind of school assigns demon evocations as a fucking homework assignment?”
“I think I deserve some cake considering the circumstances.”
“Are you not going to address the second point I’ve made?”
“Not until I am promised cake.”
“Oh my fu-fine, I’ll get you cake, whatever.”
“Thank you. Now, they weren’t evocations, look-” Yoongi stands, bringing his textbook over to show him. “See? These are just random phrases.”
The man takes his book, looking it over, before looking at Yoongi. “That’s what these are, yes. But they are definitely not what you said. These say, ‘factum fieri infectum non potest’, ‘alea iacta est’, and ‘non ducor duco’.” He closes the book, shoving it to Yoongi’s chest. “You said ‘Factus infernum non prope, Alea iacta est, non ducor duco’.”
“Okay, so I fucked up a phrase. So what? That doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t explain you.” He gestures to the self-proclaimed demon, who rolls his eyes yet again.
“Words mean things, human. You said ‘he who became hellfire is near; the die is cast; I am not led, I lead’.” a pause. “Well, you kind of said that. I’m being generous in terms of the grammar. Throw in the fact you said all that at exactly the right hour with the exact right amount of candles during a new moon, and despite fucking up your assignment, you managed to summon a demon. So… congratulations? I guess? Maybe you do deserve that cake.”
Yoongi is, to say the very least, floored. He’s heard everything the demon said, but it’s still processing. He’s trying to think of something to say, he has a million questions, but the only thing that comes out is a quiet, “what’s your name?”
A blink and a chuckle are earned. “Nothing you could pronounce. I’ll be seeing you around…?” he prompts, and Yoongi responds after a beat with his name. “Yoongi.” The demon tests out the name, and nods before turning on his heel.
“Wait, where are you going? What do you mean you’ll be seeing me?”
“I have a cake in the oven, remember? I’ll be lucky if it isn’t burned. Until next time, Yoongi.”
And before Yoongi can object again, another crack of thunder and the remaining candles are out once again, and Yoongi is alone once again.