Crossing the Line - Part I

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Arranged Marriage, Demon AU!, Romance, Future Smut

Words: 7k

Warnings: Vulgar Language, Summoning of Yoongles the demon, super minor character death, mentions of a car accident. (If I forgot anything please let me know).

Summary: As the last daughter of a dying business empire, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Or, well… The hands of a demon.

Shame was such an aggravating emotion. One that you’d been familiar with your entire life.

You’d never been the smartest daughter. Never been the prettiest teen. Wasn’t polite enough to sit through political meetings and corporate galas.

You weren’t interested in boys, no you were much more concerned with staying afloat in your cutthroat family…

Your older sister had beauty, as well as the tact of interpersonal relations.

Your older brother had the brains and smarts to operate behind the scenes of the corporation. Heading to Yale in the fall he will be the pride of the family.

Mother, a graduate of New York University holding a Masters degree in Business Management. She is beauty and brains wrapped in a size 3 pencil skirt and a blouse that tempts the unmarried and teases those with the hallowed rings.

Father, a graduate of Harvard, working hard for his double major in accounting and statistics. He was the heir to a corporate boheimeth that his parents had started in their early teens.

And you were the last one.

The vicious businesswoman. The one who would risk it all to prove that you were worth it. Being the youngest meant you had the most to lose. You weren’t the smartest, but you were cunning. You weren’t the prettiest, but you had assets that did the same. You weren’t the perfect depiction of pedigree, but you had guts. You were the risk taker. The one who saw others flaws and exploited them. You were ruthless and weren’t afraid to fail because you wouldn’t let it happen.

Until it was all ripped away.

March 24th started as they all do. Earlier than you wanted and with a delicately crafted ponytail.

But when 10:30 am rolled around, instead of heading in for your quarterly meeting with the marketing team, you were pulled aside.

Your family had been killed early that morning in a drunk driving accident after the company dinner you weren’t allowed to go to.

Your sister and father were dead within moments of impact. Your mother hung on, but died around twenty minutes later. Your brother made it all the way to the hospital until he died before he could hit the operating table.

Soon, you were being rushed to the hospital. Having to sign away rights and things of that nature. Doing the paperwork made your wrist ache, and you knew it was far from over.

More stacks.

More questions.

It was a shit show.

The police came and so did lawyers.

And then there was the cherry on top of the whole fucking cake.

Your mother, she was a clever woman, had put an asterisk in her will as well as your fathers. That in order for any of their children to inherit their company. They had to be married.

No half way commitment, marriage or no cash cow. When the lawyers had read that note aloud you almost puked.

And until you were married, Mathias Kruinski would be in charge of the corporation.

That fucking, misogynistic shit heap. Knowing that you would be the heiress no doubt crawled under his skin. He’s always liked your sister better anyways.

You had no doubt that he would try to get you out of the company with any chance he could. But there was a rule in the foundation of the company that if one of the ancestors wasn’t running it, then it wasn’t to be run.

However, cows produce milk, and farmers are always thirsty.

So, while you were busy pushing papers and making a laughing stock of your family and yourself. The big fuckers just kept getting richer…

And like fuck you were going to stand for that.

So, you researched the most ridiculous sounding, miracle working, things you were embarrassed to even think about.

And that’s how you found yourself out here in the wilderness, in the middle of the night. Shivering your perfectly shaved legs off.

Standing there you were really on your last hope. You’d called all your ex boyfriends in hope of persuading them into being your husband’s for a few years. However, they had all moved on, finding wives and even another husband in one case. But the problem still stood. You were left without a husband. And that meant, Mathias still stood at the top.

So here you were, standing at the crossroads waiting for what you hoped would be your miracle. It was cold, and your skirt was a little shorter than necessary. However, if your sister could do it then so could you. If your mother could win a new asset to the company with a button of her shirt, then you could get a husband doing the same.

Surely you could, right?

Doubt swirled in your mind as you thought of all the taunts that sunk into your surprisingly thin skin throughout the years.

‘No man wants a girl who looks like a horse!’

‘You’re just a pretty face to add to the company… Not even a pretty face, just a name.’

‘She’s not beauty, she’s certainly not grace, and she’ll punch you in the face!’

Shaking your head with an aggressive snarl, you crossed your arms over your chest. You were being stupid sitting out here in the cold.

A clap of thunder rolled through the sky and you felt a shiver go down your spine. Something very wrong happened. Or, something very wrong was going to happen. For some reason, you now felt the strong urge to run. To get the fuck out of dodge while you could. Just as you were about to do that very thing, you suddenly couldn’t move.

“It’s not very often I see someone around here,” a low and disinterested voice rang. Spinning around on your heel you found the owner.

He stood before you, dressed in a beautiful black suit that seemed expensive, and you were trained to find things of that nature. His gaze moved up and down your body, seeming to assess you. Subconsciously you rubbed your hands together.

You couldn’t fucking believe it… Had it actually worked? Had the stupid kids story been true all this time?

“A-Are you, uh… are you the crossroad dude?” You asked, dropping formalities.

His eyebrow went up and he smirked. “Depends, why do you want to know?”

You strutted forward, heels sinking in the dirt. “Listen, I’m not in the mood for games. So either you’re the guy I’m looking for, or you aren’t. Simple as that. I need to know,” you urged.

“Say I am, what do you need from me?”

You looked him up and down. He was handsome, definitely could make a move as old money. Something people couldn’t deny.

“I need you to marry me,” you declared.

His eyebrows shot up, and then he glared at you. “Are you baiting me into a church? Do you honestly think me to be that dumb?”

You shook your head furiously. “I don’t want a ceremony. I just want you to be my husband. It doesn’t even need to be for long. Just enough time for me to take over the corporation. Oh, and you’ll need to get me pregnant.”

He scoffed and turned away. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I know you need souls, if you do this for me you’d get mine in return!”

He froze and you held your breath.

“Do you know what you’re asking for? Do you know the gravity of the price you are to pay?”

He didn’t move.

“I know,” you answered.

You blinked and the man appeared in front of you, glaring with bright red eyes on display. You bit your lip and swallowed hard. Fear ran rampant through your chest, but you couldn’t keep your eyes from staring into the crimson depths of his own. He didn’t look like a demon, he looked like a damn angel… Although, perhaps he didn’t look like either.

No.. You knew it now…

He was Sin embodied.

“You don’t know, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Let me fill you in, shall I? If we sign this contract, make this deal… your soul will be mine,” he began.

“I know, and that’s fine-“

“Like an insolent child you continue to blather on before your elder is finished. Silence yourself,” he growled. His hand closed around your throat and you couldn’t breathe well.

Terror gripped your heart.

“Now, let me see how much it’s worth…”

His hand didn’t stray from your neck, but his grip became ice cold, as if water from the Arctic was being pumped through your veins. The pain overwhelmed you as he furrowed his brow. “Mmm, cold but still so bright. You’ve been hurt before no doubt,” he grinned. “This would be a great addition…”

You writhed in his arms, agony stealing away your breath. Shuddering when he let go, you collapsed to the dirt underneath you. Gasping hard you felt as though you couldn’t catch your breath. That kind of pain was terrifying. Was that what you’d be feeling if you promised your soul to him? Would this all be worth it?

No, you couldn’t back out now. Mathias wouldn’t win, not if you had to sell your soul to make it happen.

The man raised a brow at your appearance. You were well dressed, groomed and clean. No doubt a wealthier individual. Why would you be coming to him? Marry him? What a load of shit.

“H-how much is it worth?” You huffed, struggling to stand up.

He mused for a few minutes. “I’ll give you fifteen years to live, then I’ll come and collect.”

Fifteen years. That was enough time.

“The question is, what do you want?” He asked.

“I told you, marry me!” You yelled.

His eyebrows raised. “No, are you insane?”

“Are you allowed to refuse people? Even with a soul like mine?” You tried.

He furrowed his brows at you. Lowering himself to your level, his eyes were still a startling red color. “Listen, I can give you a husband. But to ask for me isn’t an option,” he said.

“I don’t want a human, because then there’s too much time wasted trying to convince them to marry me! I don’t want to be cheated out of my time. For all I know that husband will come that day before you come to collect. I’m on a time limit, and not just yours,” you explained.

“Lady, I don’t have time for this. I’ve got plenty of other people to make deals with-“

“What can I do to change your mind? What do you want?”

You watched as the man’s eyes narrowed. “Your soul is supposed to be what I want, but what you’re asking isn’t something I can give as a lower demon. I’m not a miracle worker,” he told you.

Your heart sank. Even a demon was telling you that your idea wasn’t going to come to fruition. Fuck, everything you’d been working to do… it wasn’t going to happen, because you weren’t good enough.

“Fuck,” you whispered, head dropping as tears burned in your eyes. “God damn it!” You screamed.

The man watched as your fists clenched in the dirt underneath your body. The sheer shame and agony radiating off of you was intense, so much so that he was startled. Never in his years of wandering this stupid fucking road, waiting for the day a stupid human came along to ask for his help, had he felt pain such as this. How had this happened? What caused your soul to twist into this agonized lump in your throat.

“Fucking worthless piece of shit,” you growled, struggling to stand on your feet.

“We have a deal,” he said.

You peaked his interest. This pain had to come from somewhere. And he wanted to know how you had been turned into this. Your soul wasn’t blackened, like some he’s seen. In fact, yours wasn’t too bad. Maybe a little tainted with pride and greed. But most humans were like that.

Your tear stained eyes looked up at him with shock. “R-really? You’ll marry me?” You asked.

“You have fifteen years, once the fifteen years are up, I will collect your soul and it will be mine for the rest of eternity. Do you accept these terms?” He asked, settling on his knees before you.

“Yes, I accept,” you breathed.

“Then our contract only needs the binding seal,” he whispered, leaning forward.

You blinked before you felt his lips against yours. You tried to keep yourself from fighting him off. He kissed you deeply and so hard that your back bent slightly. His mouth was cool against your heated flesh. It was like swallowing heroin. His kiss made you incredibly thirsty for more. Never wanting to relinquish his mouth.

Perhaps making a child with him wouldn’t be so bad…

He pulled back after a few moments to stare into your eyes. “And so, you belong to me.”

—-

The car ride home was silent. The man you coerced into marrying you being sat in your front seat, leaning back.

“So,” you breathed, turning onto your main road. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Yoongi,” he said, eyes remaining shut.

“Alright, Yoongi… That’s, a, nice name,” you tried.

“For a business woman you’re really shit at this whole small talk stuff,” he commented. Again, not opening his eyes.

“I never told you I was a business woman,” you stated, keeping your eyes locked on the road.

Yoongi sighed and placed a beautifully manicured hand against the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, have you forgotten already that I’m a demon? I don’t need you to tell me those things,” he informed.

“Oh, well… I guess that should be implied then…”

The ride became silent once more. Yoongi seeming to fall asleep in the plush leather seat of your 2019 Cadillac CT8. At least now you could get a good look at him without him noticing…

Peering at him carefully through the corner of your eyes you examined your new spouse. His hair was soft platinum, almost white in color. It seemed smooth, but styled. You wondered if it was as nice to touch as it was to look at. His skin was pale, unmarred by any scars or blemishes that could make him seem human in any way. His suit was tailored, appearing to be an Armani or Tom Ford original. The beautiful satin material of his tie blended into the black of his suit with such cut precision it had to have been hand made. He really was a demon, wasn’t he? This wasn’t a joke, he was the real deal.

Your heart rate prattled in your chest dangerously. Fear began to take over as you realized you were damned to hell. Would this stupid company be worth your eternal damnation?

More importantly, would you even be remembered long enough for it to matter? And just because you managed to find a husband, didn’t guarantee that your company would succeed under your management. You had the guts and enough brains to make some deals that had turned out beneficial in the past… but that had always been your sister’s strong suit.

People liked her…

For fucksake, you had to go force a demon into being your husband.

Looking back at his sleeping for you saw red eyes that shone into yours-

Wait.

“You’re creepy, staring at me like that,” he said one eye peaked open a bit.

“I-I wasn’t-“

“If you have questions, ask them,” he demanded, shutting his eyes once more.

“I just…” You trailed off. What was there to say?

Honestly, now that you had what you originally thought you wanted… you were just scared. He was an honest to God Demon…

“Just? You humans are so fickle. Get what you want then don’t know what to do with it,” he sneered. “Whatever you decide, our contract is sealed.”

“I know, you still have my lipstick on you,” you laughed.

Yoongi rubbed his mouth, pouting a little as he saw some pink on his hand. You found his facial expressions oddly human, for a creature of pure evil.

“You don’t look like a demon,” you said, raising a brow.

“Cause I didn’t used to be one,” Yoongi said.

“What?” You said, turning to look at him. Your interest was thoroughly peaked.

“There’s a stop light,” he muttered.

“SHIT!”

You screamed as you slammed on your brakes and your car skidded to a stop just before a large semi barreled through the intersection. Your chest heaved at your near death experience. Is that how fast it happened for your family members? That heart shattering panic that floods into adrenaline.

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice came through your thoughts as you stared ahead, mouth agape.

The fear and anxiety poured out of you in a delicious amount that Yoongi welcomed. Your emotions were already feeding him well. Being away from the crossroads wouldn’t be so bad if you provided this routinely. A small smile graced his face as he thought of all the peril he could put you in, only to save you at the last second… the energy you’d give off then might intoxicate him.

“Shut up,” you growled, driving off once the light turned green.

Yoongi just shrugged and leaned against the cool window yet again.

—

You opened the door to your apartment, dropping your keys in the bowl as you did every night. Exhaustion coursed through your veins and all you wanted was to go to sleep. You had a big corporate meeting in the morning that no doubt would be a pain in your ass fully rested. Now with merely three hours to sleep, you already hated it.

Just as you were going to turn into your bedroom, a cough caught your attention. Yoongi stood in your doorway, looking oddly appropriate with the chic interior you selected. He examined your face before raising an eyebrow.

“Where will I be staying for the next fifteen years, my wife?” He asked, a sinister gleam in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes and pointed to the couch. “Sleep there, or brood, whatever you do. Knock yourself out,” you said, almost teaching your bedroom once more. But he had to open that beautiful mouth again.

“Why can’t I sleep with you? I thought I was to be your husband?” he said, a mocking frown sat on his lips.

“You aren’t my husband yet, and I don’t need the company thinking I roped you into marry me because I was pregnant. No, we should be married a little while before we try for a baby,” you nodded.

“Do you even think I am capable of impregnating you?”

“I’m sure you can find a way,” you said looking down at his crotch before looking back up in his eyes.

Yoongi glared at you before walking over to the couch and sitting down with grace. His eyes trailed over your form. “I’m sure I will.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you said, walking into your room.

—

“Mmm, so warm,” a voice murmured to your right.

A strong embrace surrounded you. Comfort suffused your entire being. When was the last time someone had held you in their arms? How long has it been since you felt the warmth of another body near yours?

“Warm, soft… fuck I forgot how soft human women are,” a deep voice grumbled.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked down at your waist. Pale arms were secured there.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed, kicking backwards.

A groan erupted from the demon behind you as he fell off the bed.

“Yoongi?!” You yelled.

“Fucking-fuck, we’re definitely not having a kid now!”

“What are you doing in my bed??” You screamed.

“Well I couldn’t sleep last night, and you started up a fuss in here so. I came in, you were thrashing around in your sleep, I walked over then you kinda man handled me and threw me in bed with you. Unfortunately we weren’t able to try for that baby you want. But, another day. Anyways, you forced me to cuddle you and eventually you fell back asleep. And now I think you’ve ruptured a testicle,” he groaned.

Your cheeks flooded with heat as you tried not to picture yourself throwing the attractive male into your bed. “I-I’m so sorry, uh. We have to go, you should propose in front of the office today. That way, there won’t be any doubt,” you coughed, heading for your shower quickly.

While the hot water rained down on you, you couldn’t help but have the phantom touches of Yoongi on your skin. His strong arms holding you flush against his body made you shiver, despite the scalding liquid hitting your flesh.

“Get a hold of yourself… he’s a deal and nothing more,” you whispered.

“Are you almost done? I gotta piss!”

“An annoying deal.”

—

The walk to the office felt like going to the gallows. You told Yoongi you needed to buy a ring first but he denied you, insisting he’d do one better.

The doorman bowed to you as he entered the door, eyeing Yoongi with curiosity.

“Miss, who is this man?” He asked, halting your movement.

“My boyfriend, Alfred, let him through please,” you sighed.

Alfred looked at you in shock. “M-Miss?”

“Yoongi have you never been to the office before?” You asked, lying through your teeth.

Yoongi could feel the sensation of how your lies affected you. Fuck it was intoxicating… how your heart sped up and your hands became clammy. But he’d play along, such was the deal.

“Don’t think so babe, you Guard this place like an angry shark,” he teased.

A scoff left your lips. “I do not, now come on. I don’t want to be late for my meeting,” you said ushering him inside passed your stunned doorman.

The two of you made it to the elevator and you looked at Yoongi, wrought with nerves.

“Do you think he bought it?” You asked, grabbing at your skirt anxiously.

“Hook, line and sinker my dear,” Yoongi soothed.

Your heart let up a smidge, letting you breathe a little easier now.

The elevator rose to the 17th floor and the pair of you got off. “Should we hold hands?” You asked.

“Will seemed forced, better not now,” he offered. A nod set the two of you ahead.

“So before the shareholders meeting, I’m going to act as if you’re dropping me off. Then-“

“Yeah drop to my knees and beg for you,” he growled. You swallowed hard before pushing him away.

“Shut up, grovel and then I’ll think about it,” you sneered.

Yoongi merely shrugged before you finally made it to your desk. You arranged all your paperwork as always, handing random objects to Yoongi as you did so.

“Okay, so my meeting is in about twenty so please make sure you go and drop off the prescription at 10:00, no later,” you demanded, making up some mundane errand to ease suspicion.

“Yes, yes babe, I got it,” Yoongi said, helping you gather your things.

“Walk with me?”

“Always.”

Yoongi followed you, gathering the attention of the whole floor while he was at it. You tried to hold your smirk until later. The fellow woman watched with keen interest as a new specimen came into their den.

Yoongi walked forward, wrapping his hand in your easily, locking his fingers into place as it seemed.

You let him hold your hand as you approached the meeting room. He was silent, brooding and examining everyone in the room. Having him made you feel exhilaratingly powerful.

“This is me, I’ll see you later, yes?” You said, turning to face him. Suddenly, Yoongi looked nervous.

“Hang on,” he said, holding your wrist.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, genuine.

“Excuse me, everyone! Can I have your attention?” Yoongi yelled. Everyone in the conference room and those in the office looked your way.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up and follow me,” he whispered. “Four years ago, I met a woman. She was quick witted, sassy, stubborn and a genuine pain in my ass.”

The office murmured as he continued.

“But, she has a soft spot for cats and cheap wine. She likes to fall asleep while watching movies because it’s too quiet without the noise. She hates black coffee, but drinks it because her mom did. Her favorite food is Mac n cheese with extra cheese. All of these things I found out along the way… all of these things, are just a few examples of why I love her so much,” he said.

Your eyes widened. T-those were all true… how did he..?

“And, everyday I find something new that makes me love her just that little bit more. So, Y/N,” he said, getting down on one knee and bringing out a beautiful ring, “would you do me the honor of letting me find a new thing I love about you each day… for the rest of our lives?” He asked.

A collective gasp rang throughout the office. Yoongi waited patiently, looking nervous as hell. You felt a real smile grace your face as you nodded.

“Yes! Yes yes, I will Yoongi!” You cried. Tears formed in your eyes as Yoongi stood up, slipping the ring on your finger and wrapping his arms around you.

The building erupted in claps and cheers. You clung to Yoongi tightly. You smiled so wide your cheeks began to hurt. Because finally… finally you would have access to your birthright.

And no one would be able to stop you.

Yoongi let you go, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. A couple girls came up and started cooing at your ring, you simply giggled along with them.

A few men gathered around Yoongi patting him on the back and introducing themselves. He eased right in, conversing and making his impression.

Mathias came from the conference room, looking at you and Yoongi with an ice cold stare, and a viper like grin on his face. “My dear Miss Y/N, congratulations,” he stated.

People scattered as he approached, knowing a snake in the grass when they saw one. You stood firm, Yoongi coming over and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Thank you Mathias,” you smiled. Yoongi leaned forward, shaking his hand with a strong grip.

“I’m Min Yoongi. My family runs and operates several vineyards in the West. I’m sure you’ve heard of Chateau de Fleur?” He said.

“Yes, lovely company. That was quite a speech about our young Miss Y/N. I’m sure you’re aware of her involvement in the company,” he stated.

“Mhmm, Y/N has told me much about her work and her family’s history. Incredible fundamentals this corporation is founded on,” he noted.

“Indeed. See, Miss Y/N… I had no idea you were in such a serious relationship. I’ve known you since you were a child, I thought I could read you better than that,” Mathias tutted.

“Perhaps you were too focused on the young girl I was instead of the woman I am becoming,” you warned.

Yoongi let an easy smile fall on his face. “Well babe, I’m sure this is an important meeting. Don’t want to keep your people waiting there. I’ll see you at home, yes?” He said, smiling brightly.

A soft flutter erupted in your stomach.

Someone would be waiting for you to get home. Someone was going to be anticipating you walking through those doors… not just dirty dishes and stale air. A… a person.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” you whispered.

“I love you,” Yoongi hummed, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips before giving a short nod to Mathias. “It was a pleasure, I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Likewise, I’d love to hear more about Chateau de Fleur, Perhaps there is a deal in our future?” Mathis hunted.

Yoongi beamed widely. “I’d love to explore those options, we should talk about that babe. Bye!” He waved, heading towards the elevator.

“Interesting young man,” Mathias breathed.

“Yes, he is,” you grinned.

“Come, the shareholders meeting was already delayed because of you. Hurry up,” Mathias growled. You rolled your eyes and headed in, a weapon on your finger more deadly than a knife or a gun.

Marriage.

—

“Yoongi, are you going to help me pick out these napkin colors or are you letting me pick the ivory?” you tested. Yoongi grumbled from his place on the couch.

“Who cares? People are going to wipe their mouths with them anyways,” he sighed.

“I care,” you murmured, selecting the ivory color on your phone. “It’s ivory and there’s nothing you can do about it,” you smirked.

“You realize that I can change that order, right?”

You scoffed. “I thought you were just a lower demon.”

Suddenly, you were pinned against the wall in a painfully tight grip. Fear flushed your being as you stared into two bright red eyes. Pain flared in your throat as Yoongi’s grip grew tighter. Air flow was restricted and you seemed to get a little delirious from the lack of oxygen. A whimper escaped you as Yoongi leaned in close.

“I may be a lower demon, but that is still a demon, no? I have power, I can make you suffer.” To emphasize his point, his thumb nail drove into the soft flesh of your neck, tickling your jugular with fearful accuracy. “ Your clock is ticking, brat. Better make eternity in Hell worth it.”

Then, he was back on the couch. As if nothing had transpired between the two of you. Your heart hammered dangerously against your chest as you looked at him now. His demeanor completely different. You had underestimated him.

A mistake you wouldn’t make again.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you leveled your breathing. Checking the coffee pot you sighed, shaking as you spilled your caffeinated beverage all over the counter. Your voice, however, was eerily calm.

“So, ivory?”

–

You walked into work, knees a little wobbly. Yoongi’s attitude towards you hadn’t really changed. But it didn’t need to. The promise was there. The thought that if he really wanted to do something he could It wouldn’t take him long at all. Simple snap of his fingers and-

“Y/N? You okay?” A soft voice echoed in your ears.

“Mhm?” you said, lifting your head and finding Jungkook, your assistant, looking at you with concern.

“You’ve been staring off into space for a while. Everything okay?”

You cleared your throat and nodded your head. “Yes, I’m fine. But, thanks Jungkook. I mean it,” you smiled. Jungkook seemed to turn a shade pinker at your tone before focusing back on his paperwork in front of him.

Standing up you collected your own documents and headed towards your cubicle.

Work progressed the same as it always did. Slowly, but surprisingly without incident. It was normal for someone, mainly a member of the board to come by and harass you… At least a little snide comment. But there was nothing today. You leaned over to Jungkook and nudged his chair a little as you walked by. He turned to you with a confused expression.

“What?” he asked.

“Why hasn’t anyone come over here?” you asked.

“Don’t question it, I’m not,” he whispered.

“But don’t you think it’s weird? I mean… Usually I’d have been called a name by now,” you said, baffled by the lack of cutting vocabulary being thrown in your direction for the day.

“Probably because no one want to incur the wrath of your fiance,” Jungkook rebuked.

“What?” you asked, shock suffusing your being.

“Yeah, you didn’t see the way he looked at everyone. It was like they were all prey and he was a hunter with the prized doe on his arm,” Jungkook explained, turning back to his cold latte and even colder stats.

Your face turned an embarrassing shade of red at his statement. Did Yoongi really do that? Was he looking at you that way?

Shaking your head you scoffed. “Please, he’s just over protective,” you said, wanting the conversation to end already.

“You’re really lucky, he obviously cares a lot about you,” Jungkook announced.

You let yourself smile, heading back to work.

The day continued, you let yourself stand a little taller, walk with purpose around the building. Everyone noticed your boost in mood, some people even making mention in passing.

‘You’re in a good mood today?’

‘Looking chipper Miss Y/N!’

‘With a man like that I’d be happy too!’

Yoongi was a little shit. But if he fulfilled his promises, then maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Hey babe,” a husky voice interrupted your thoughts. You froze as Yoongi stood before you.

Speak of the Devil and he appears.

“Hi,” you smiled softly, moving to hug him.

Yoongi and yourself had come to the conclusion that PDA was to be expected. There were rules that you weren’t to cross for your own sanity. No kissing on the mouth. No touching when at home, unless there was company over. No groping, fondling or anything of a sexual nature unless child making was involved.

Yoongi whined about that last one.

“We should practice before we try to make a baby for real. It’s important to practice those things,” he’d complain.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head. “How’s my girl?” he asked.

“Good,” you whispered back. Eyes shining as you beheld the man you managed to snag as your husband, even if it was at the cost of your soul.

“Brought you some lunch,” he said, holding up a bag for you to see. A smile broke out across your face.

“Is it what I hope it is?” you announced, slightly bouncy on your feet.

“Mac n’ cheese with extra cheese,” he nodded. You squeaked in approval, gathering your stuff and heading to your desk. Yoongi followed close behind. Everyone looked up, as they always did. Yoongi practically demanded the attention of a room, without even trying.

Sitting down, Yoongi pulled up a chair. He watched you as you ate, enjoying every morsel.

Humans were such simple creatures in his mind. Things such as food and shelter are so important, so much so that it morphs into greed, gluttony and the seven deadly sins that he lives by.

But watching you now, enjoying something so mundane, made him chuckle lightly. You turned and looked at him, confusion on your face. As well as a bunch of mac n’ cheese. Yoongi shook his head, bringing a napkin up to wipe your mouth.

“You’re being messy, baby,” he tutted, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“S-sorry,” you whispered, eyes big at his proximity. His eyes flashed to your lips, then back to your eyes. Slowly, he leaned in. Without your knowing, you did too. You could feel his breath on your face. A minty scent hitting your nose.

Just as you closed your eyes to accept the coming contact, someone cleared their throat behind you. You jumped back, looking up as your cheeks flushed red. Mathias stood there, an unimpressed smirk on his face.

“Now, this is a professional environment Ms. Y/N, please try to contain yourself,” he scolded. You bit your lip and nodded lamely.

Yoongi practically basked in the sheer hatred and shame rolling off your body. It was exhilarating to feel your emotions. He absorbed it all, making you feel unusually drained. Gripping the table you felt yourself falling to the side slightly.

Yoongi jumped in to play his role dutifully.

“Baby, Y/N? Are you alright?” he asked, placing his hand on your back. You nodded, already having the sensation pass.

“Yeah, thank you, Yoongi,” you said, genuine.

“Perhaps you should go home for the day, rest up. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to the heiress of our company,” Mathias breathed, eyeing you with pity. But it wasn’t cause you weren’t feeling well. No, the pity was for himself. The fact that he had to be civil with you, that the company was yours and not his.

Yoongi stood in front of you before you had a chance to respond. “C’mon babygirl, I’ll take you home,” Yoongi announced. Another pet name that made your heart hammer and lower stomach clench.

“I-Jungkook still needs-“ you started, but Mathias quickly shut you down.

“I’m sure the boy will survive without you for the next three hours. Head home Miss Y/N,” the snake smiled. “And feel better.”

—

The two of you made it out to the car, Yoongi’s grip still secure around your waist. You sighed and moved out of Yoongi’s grasp.

“There’s no one watching anymore, you don’t have to hang on like that,” you said, still a little wobbly on your feet.

“Don’t be an idiot. You’re no fun when you’re like this,” he stated, bringing you back into his arms.

“Yoongi,” you breathed.

“Wouldn’t want anything to happen to my bride,” he snickered. You shoved at his shoulder, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Yoongi!” you yelped, hanging on tighter before he collapsed backwards, you square on top of him.

“Fuck!”

“Yoongi! I’m so sorry!”

“Fucking fuck, Y/N, do you have a kink for permentantly damaging people that I don’t know about or what?”

“It was an accident, don’t be so over dramatic,” you said, standing up quickly.

Yoongi groaned and moaned on the floor, being his usual pain in the ass self. Without thinking much about it, you held your hand out for him. Looking at the offer, Yoongi accepted, having you help haul him to his feet without much fuss.

“Thanks,” he said, brushing off his shoulders and looking at you with mild interest.

“Sure,” you said, turning to go to your study.

“Wait a second,” he said, grabbing your wrist gently.

“What?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Don’t you want to finish your food?” he asked, holding out the bag to you again.

“No thanks, I’m kinda nauseous now,” you said, holding your stomach.

“Okay, whatever you want,” he said, putting the mac n’ cheese in the fridge. You smiled and started to go upstairs when he spoke again. “You look nice today, by the way,” he mentioned.

“Huh?” you asked, brows furrowing.

“I said you look nice, is it a crime to give you a compliment?” he said.

“No, it’s just, no ulterior motives? Is this just a ploy to get in my pants or-”

“All I did was say you look nice! Jeez, what’s up with you and your weird conclusion jumping. Maybe I did it just to be nice huh? Maybe just because I’m a demon doesn’t mean I’m not nice,” he said.

You felt shame roll off you again, good lord was it irritating. Why did a scolding from him make you feel so… disappointed?

“Sorry, guess I’m just a little-woah,” you said, wavering on your feet.

Yoongi could feel your light embarrassment, but before he could stop himself, he was absorbing the negative energy from you. And since he’d already fed on you once today, twice would be pushing it for your body.

“Hang on,” he said, walking up to you.

“What is it?” You asked, looking at him in confusion as he lifted you off your feet again.

“You can’t keep having negative emotions around me,” he said, carrying you up the stairs towards your room.

“What do you mean? I can do whatever I want with my emotions!” you yelled as he kept going on up the steps.

“Not around me you can’t,” Yoongi said softly.

“What are you talking about?” you asked as he brought you to your room.

“Negative emotions, it’s what demons feed off of. What we crave, shame, embarrassment, humiliation and disgrace. We love it, the degradation it gives to you humans. We absorb it into our bodies, and that’s what keeps us going. So, every time you have a negative emotion around me, I’ll absorb your energy and it’ll drain you. That’s why you almost fainted earlier, because of me,” Yoongi explained.

“So, no negative emotions around you?”

“Not unless you wanna keel over,” Yoongi stated.

“You think I’m a fragile little girl?” you asked.

“In the hands of a demon, anything is fragile,” he warned.

Setting you on the bed Yoongi began to head towards the door, when your hand shot out on its own accord. Betrayer. Just as you felt the cool of his skin you froze. You weren’t sure why you’d grabbed him, what purpose you had for doing so. But it felt nice to hold his hand, it was smooth against your own, hands that had been dirtied by years of greed. You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Yoongi. But he was always unpredictable.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, keeping his hand locked with yours.

“I-I don’t know why I did that,” you hastily told him. Moving to break your hands apart, Yoongi simply placed his other hand on top of your two combined ones.

“You humans are always so fascinating. Not knowing why you do things, when you are in full control of your actions. You wanted to touch someone, I’m here, so you touched me. And that’s okay,” he said, giving you a soft smile.

“It-It is?” you asked, wincing.

“Listen, Y/N, we need to get over whatever this weirdness in between is, we aren’t going to convince people we’re in love if everytime I touch you you shy away or if I can’t kiss you. There’s no way Mathias will believe our marriage is real,” he said.

With a sigh you confirmed your fears.

“I know,” you said, running your fingers through your hair.

“I’m your partner in this, not your enemy,” Yoongi said, sitting down next to you.

“You’re right. I’ve been way too restrictive for my own comfort. If I want to kick Mathias out of my company for good, I have to be stronger,” you said to yourself.

“That’s correct,” Yoongi smiled.

“I will be stronger,” you glared at the wall, “I will win.”

Yoongi nodded.

“You’re right, and with me at your side, you’ll be unstoppable,” he smirked.

“Yoongi,” you said, jumping up. “We’ve got some work to do.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Yoongi answered.