Thank you drkchild for commissioning this, I hope I wrote it as you have imagined ☺️☺️ thank you for all your Hoseok posts and I hope you read this when you need to cheer up,

All the love, Minty xx

Also Happy belated birthday Jimin!!!

I'll be posting the parts for his post birthday week even though I'm late. 😅

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The tall, black haired handsome man with grey jewelled eyes leant against the long mahogany counter. He had a white cloth in his hands and a wine glass in the other, he ran the cloth over the antique until the light emitted from the crystal chandelier above reflected off its surface. His task wasn't left unattended, even when his eyes flickered between the only two customers he had this afternoon. He was used to his bar being empty during the day. It was rare for any visitors to come this early, and if there were any, it could only be because of two reasons.

The beauty to his left could be easily spotted from any crowd, his crimson mullet was eye catching, his hair in disarray, the fringe tickled the shape of his eyebrows. And in every angle the Incubus looked at, he was a flawless painting that rendered him powerless to the chiselled jaw and the softly toned skin. It was something entrancing to the demon that stood behind the bar. Especially since the rays of dimmed light gave the man an aura he craved tonight. He had large silver earrings, it looked heavy from all the ruby that was placed on its centre. Yet this man seemed to wear it effortlessly. His shoulders were heavy, he fashioned an exquisite velvet black blazer, in which patterns of delicate flowers were embroidered. The colours were not an eyesore, the stitches were mostly a light beige, a few reds and other shades of olive could be seen. The Incubus was sure he had never seen a man carry himself so beautifully. Despite being at the brink of drunkenness. He looked like he had yet to finish the peach cocktail he was had been served with earlier, and it was clear to the demon that this newly found prey could not hold his liquor. Light tears fell from those precious cheeks and all the Incubus wanted to do was kiss them. A problem. This crimson beauty had a problem.

And this demon had a problem too, for on his far right sat another man in all the colours of the night but with a sheer white shirt under the silk black blazer. No patterns. He wore round sunglasses that mostly covered his face. His caramel brown hair was all ruffled, yet the colour against his tanned skin was just delightful. The demon placed the wine glass he was holding onto a tray before holding up another to clean it. His eyes pinned on this prey without faltering. The man rolled his head back as he finished another shot. It was entrancing and perfectly beautiful how the sweat caused from the burn of poison trickled down his neck. And oh how the demon would decorate the skin. He could imagine it and it was satisfying to do so. Their eyes met briefly before the caramel man looked away. The demon could hear a scoff from the three meters they had apart. He was drunk. The incubus, who had owned a bar for several centuries, would know a drunk man when he'd see it. Yet this man perked some sort of interest in him. He held onto his emotions. The kind that built strong walls to protect themselves. But this demon loved breaking and testing the strength of these walls. He would look them in the eye as his fingers tapped the structure that was built, only to show them how truly fragile they were. Because what stood between them was nothing else but rubble.

So, this was his problem.

Two preys, yet only one night.

This was the reason he had established this prestigious bar. It was a trap laid out for the vulnerable, where humans would come to drink their sorrows away. And it was that mortal trait that made them an easy target. For when a human had gained the interests of any incubus working on site, they were in for a special kind of treat.

"Seokjin, I haven't seen that look before."

The man turned next to him where he found Yoongi following his gaze, he had a few stacks of notes in his hands. He was counting the money in the register.

"What look?" Seokjin hummed as he licked his lips slowly before returning the wine glass to the shelf and taking another one in his hands. It was four in the afternoon, and the bar was almost empty. It was too early to drink yet the men before him came here to drown in sorrow. It was perfect.

"Do you bet it's love or money?" Yoongi asked as he began to prepare the concoction. It was the drink they used specifically on their prey. The green neon liquid was poured into two shot glasses. The silver haired man handed Seokjin one of the shots while he held onto the other.

"Both." Seokjin answered as grabbed both of the shot glasses.

"Wait you want both?" Yoongi whined, he stepped closer to Seokjin as his eyes flicker between the two beautiful mortals. "It's not possible for us to feed on two humans simultaneously, they don't even know each other. Why don't you take the red head and I take the brunette or which of the two do you prefer more? We can negotiate boss."

"I said both Yoongi, your meal is going to be here soon," Seokjin grinned devilishly, "Watch the counter for me why don't you?" He placed one shot by the till and a coaster with a design of a pair of black feathered wings under it. He looked to his left at the man with crimson silky hair then to his right at the brunette. After a few moments of being indecisive as to which prey he would feed on first, he reached into his blazer pocket. His fingers brushed lightly against the embossed print on the coin, the head of a Roman Emperor he met centuries ago. It shimmered slightly under the ray of light as he flipped the metal, he watched as it spun from a meter above him before it lowered down onto his palm.

Heads right.

Tails left.

The coin slid directly between the gap of his fingers and its edge winked back at him. It seemed as though even his coin was indecisive. Seokjin gripped onto the coin as he was prepared to throw it again.

"Can I have another shot please?"

Seokjin's sharp gaze fizzled into a soft one when he was met with the creamy chocolate coloured eyes of the red head. The man waved at him and his reddening puffy cheeks, it was something Seokjin found incredibly adorable. It was the way the words were slurred and the cheesy smile that followed that enamoured him. The demon knew this one would taste sweet. It was perfection and Seokjin hungered for no less. He approached the man and placed the green tonic on a coaster in front of the him.

"It's on the house." Seokjin smiled. His eyes were trained on the younger's little pouted lips and the innocent glimmer in his eyes. He appeared so fragile and even more tempting to break apart. The thoughts shattered when the beauty spoke.

"No, I should pay!" He mumbled as he shuffled through his bag for some notes to hand the demon. "I shouldn't accept free drinks from strangers."

"I'm Seokjin. I'm no stranger, peach." The black-haired man poured himself some Bacardi into a clear glass with a floral design etched onto it. He held it up in the air, gesturing a toast, his eyes always fixed onto his prey. "How about I drink with you, that makes us acquaintances at least doesn't it?"

"I guess," The red head reached for the small glass and reluctantly clinked it against Seokjin's drink. "I'm Taehyung." He took a shy sip and it was clear on his cute face that the alcohol was too strong. The green liquid seemed to burn down his throat as he hissed at the flavour and all he took was a small sip. Taehyung's soft face was almost as red as his hair and Seokjin had to hold back a rewarding coo.

The Incubus kept his eyes pinned on his prey as he took a sip. The man before him was already drunk and this was his second shot. It was too interesting, like this hunt was easy in a satisfying way. He plucked out a lime from under the counter and pressed it against Taehyung's lips. The younger took it, gratefully, nibbling onto the fruit to relieve the aftertaste of the poison.

"What is that? It's so bitter." He whined, he managed to cleanse his mouth somehow. He shook his head and it was like the effects were instant. The poison soaked into his blood stream and slowly took over his inhibitions.

"It's part of the secret menu." Seokjin replied as he finished the rest of his drink. "It's a secret, I can't tell you." His sweet words covered the vile intentions that lured behind each syllable. And as he slowly drew circles on the counter, his eyes fixed on the younger where every move was watched and every hitching breath was heard.

"I thought we were acquaintances," Taehyung frowned. He straightened up and then rested his head on his hands. He blinked and when his eyes caught the light in Seokjin's deep grey eyes, the demon knew his prey had been chained into an enchanting trance he couldn't escape. And in mere moments the glow in his eyes was something so delicate, that the Incubus found himself conjuring a plot that they would re-enact when the moon was finally high above the clouds.

"Why don't you tell me why you're drinking in broad daylight?" Seokjin poured himself another drink, he figured bourbon was fitting with the current mood and he gestured towards Taehyung's empty glass. The younger shook his head, he had enough. And it would be evil if Seokjin were to insist.

"Are those contact lenses or are they real?" Taehyung's words were just beyond slurred. He pointed towards Seokjin's eyes, and with the tip of his fore finger, he began tracing circles around them. He was mesmerised with the orbs that seemed to glow, like stars in purple and golden galaxies hidden within a grey sky. "The colours look like they are moving, it's quite pretty."

"Contact lenses," Seokjin lied. "Now answer me, is it love or is it money?" He tapped lightly onto Taehyung's chest. The action alone was enough to cause the man to stubble on his seat. Seokjin managed to get his point across.

"I got kicked out of the house," Taehyung frowned, "My parents wanted me to be a doctor," He groaned and pouted. It was cute and dangerously irresistible. "But I have bigger dreams, I want to be a fashion designer." He explained. "I kind of started my own brand but I'm not earning enough to live on my own yet. I need to share an apartment with someone. But none of my friends are looking for place or they still live with their parents. I can't keep sleeping on a friend's couch."

Seokjin leaned over the counter and gently patted Taehyung's head, his hands began to stroke the crimson hair, he lightly ran his fingers through the tangled strands. "Why don't you call a friend to come and pick you up? Hmm." The raven-haired man ruffled the red locks playfully. "If I find someone looking for a flatmate, I'll call you straight away."

"You will?" Taehyung gasped. He grabbed a piece of paper from the sketchbook in his bag and scribbled his number along with his full name. Kim Taehyung. He watched as the red head scrambled for his phone to call his friend after he left the note in front of the demon. Seokjin glanced over it, and it was only when the fashion designer looked away did he scrunch up the paper and threw it under the counter so Taehyung wouldn't see. He knew exactly where to find him, the predator always found his prey. He smiled warmly, but his mind was already filled with malicious intent.

"What the fuck are you looking at?!"

The Incubus turned around to find his second prey had pushed another customer. One that was taller and bulkier than his smaller build. Yet this interesting man had that bite Seokjin noticed in him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!" The customer shouted, his fist was raised.

"Gentlemen." Seokjin's voice was stern. He ran around the counter and stood between them. He faced the customer as it was only proper etiquette as it was clear as to who started the disagreement, "Sir, I'll handle this, your drinks for this evening are on the house today." The only response he received was a grunt before he walked towards Yoongi who had prepared him a few drinks. He quickly faced the brunette he had his eyes on earlier. "Now you, back to the bar. "He ordered.

"Why should I listen to you?" The Brunette huffed.

"Because I own this bar, and I can call the police if you don't listen to me." Seokjin pointed back to the bar. A smile etched across his face when the defeated man slumped down on one of the stools by the bar. The Incubus returned behind the bar and dropped the second neon green concoction before the man. "Now. Drink."

The trouble maker grabbed the drink from Seokjin's grasp, and took it all in one go. It was clear that his man had better tolerance, he didn't even react to the burn it usually created. Instead he wiped the excess from his plump lips and slid the shot glass away. "Thanks." He mumbled.

"I'm Seokjin," The older smiled. "So, what's your problem? Umm. What's your na-..." He hummed.

"The name's Hoseok and I don't have a problem." He retorted, his eyes were fixed on the table like he was too busy having an internal battle with himself to have a conversation. And when a prey was being difficult, the incubus knew how to handle them.

Seokjin raised his eyebrow in response, he was done with basic etiquette. His eyes glowed slightly as he pressed a button on the cash register. It was silent between them and all that could be heard was the receipt being printed and ripped harshly from the machine. It was slapped onto the counter and pushed towards the brat. "That drink would cost you one thousand dollars, so tell me your problem is and it's on the house. No one starts petty fights and not have a problem."

"Fuck!" Hoseok swore, his eyes widened when he saw the numbers on the piece of paper. He looked around cautiously before leaning closer to Seokjin where it was easier to whisper. "Okay I broke up with my girlfriend. I realised I'm gay and it won't work. Now I can't afford to pay for my apartment on my own."

"See wasn't so hard then." Seokjin hummed. He tried to hold back a grin. It seemed that fate was working on his side. He was meant to enjoy the pleasantries of feeding on two beautiful preys, without breaking the moral code. Not that Seokjin had any to begin with.

"Like telling you my problem is going to solve it." Hoseok picked his glass up from earlier and allowed the older to fill it up with an alcohol of his choice. The demon chose his favourite, the Bacardi.

"As a matter of fact," Seokjin pointed towards Taehyung from the other side of the bar. The younger was waiting by the entrance, slouched against the door for support as he waited for his friend. "That guy is looking for a housemate. You're in luck peanut."

Hoseok glanced in Taehyung's direction, his eyes scanned over the male carefully. And with a little push, the brunette was almost ready to agree. "What if he's crazy?"

Seokjin laughed until the cramp that formed in his stomach was too hard to bare. "You're the one that started a fight in my bar."

They both watched Taehyung, who ran towards another man, someone slightly shorter than him with silky black hair. They hug and Taehyung couldn't stop giggling. "This is why you're my best friend."

The stranger shook his head before exchanging a smile, he brushed his hair back and took his wallet out. He made his way to the bar where Yoongi stood cleaning more wine glasses. "What's the bill?"

Yoongi grinned as he stared at the human. And Seokjin knew that look very well, how the incubus' eyes would glow with moving colours. His subordinate poured out a third concoction, the neon green drink inside a shot glass was pushed towards the visitor. "Drink this cutie and it's all on the house." They watched as the blushing stranger took the shot and mumbled a thank you.

"He looks harmless." Seokjin leaned closely towards Hoseok who watched the events unfold. The demon's eyes darkened as he breathed in his prey's scent, it was too tempting and the wait would be too long. But in the end the fruit would taste sweet once ripped. He whispered. "I suggest you go ask, you might not get the chance again."

Hoseok didn't spare Seokjin another look, instead he took a swing from his drink and got up to make his way to Taehyung.

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This is 1/4 part I hope you liked it!

Love minty xxx