Authors POV

Jin's eyes snapped open as he abruptly sat up on his bed, panting heavily. Glistening beads of sweat rolled down his face, neck, and even chest. His throat aching and strained, suggesting to him that maybe he was screaming while he was 'asleep'. His eyes felt damp and puffy, he had...cried.

When Jin came to the realisation gradually, he almost immediately started frantically running his hands over his face, especially his eyes. He looked down at his shaky hands and saw the clear yet salty liquid which wasn't just sweat.

It wouldn't be such a great deal for a person. A normal person. Yet we all know, we aren't dealing with a 'normal' being.

The human ripped his sheets away from his icky body before sprinting towards his vanity to check his face in the mirror. He prayed that it was just sweat and not tears. He probably was just being over dramatic. He would never cry. He could never cry. His brain was simply just playing tricks on him...right?

The being stood in front of the mirror, head low, unknowingly not daring to even spare a glance at the mirror. He muttered a curse under his breath as his entire body abruptly started itching. He was beyond unaware why he was so scared to look up and to add on top of it everything was becoming unbearable.

His old scars which were hidden yet never forgotten, were hurting, tinging, irritated. It was a sudden and unexpected thing to happen out of nowhere with no specific reason. The urge to just rip out his skin was growing stronger and stronger inside the male.

He was panting unhealthily, sweating even more than before, and he could feel his eyes stinging and dampening even more. Panic raised higher if possible, overwhelmed, distressed, he snapped his head upwards to stare right into his soul. And just at that moment, he could sense his soul giving up on his body.

He was...he was crying.

Hyperventilating, that's what he started doing next. Shaking tremendously, he couldn't accept the fact that his own very eyes were read and weakened, dripping with a liquid that represented weakness.

20 years ago he swore to himself during that rainy night when he was bleeding to death, he would never return to that death hole where he would shed those ugly tears. He swore that he would never succumb to weakness whether that meant forgetting how to feel emotions like a human being, in general.

20 years ago he let himself believe that he wasn't a human. Like the others always said...he was a demon. So a demon he trained himself to become, a way to get vengeance against cruelty.

Yet here he was, feeling human emotions.

Why?

How?

20 years.

He wasn't a child anymore. He wasn't the young boy that got beaten to near death, raped into trauma, starved to bones, and abused without pause. He didn't have a reason to cry anymore.

He was Kim Seokjin. The Kim Seokjin. Emotionless freak, self-centred, untamable, fearless bastard that everyone envied.

Jin's eyes widened as choked sobs left his parted lips. He quickly clamped his hand over his mouth, not able to bear hearing such vulnerable noises. His legs weakly trembled, taking fearful steps away from the mirror. Crystal-clear tears flowed down his hands, some even dripping to the floor.

Why was he crying?

He tried to think and think and think. But the only thing that reached his brain was the nightmare he just saw. It didn't even feel like a nightmare. It felt as if it just happened. As though he travelled back in some sort of timeline and interacted with the situation.

His brain ached. It all began from that...that boy. The unknown boy Jin had never even interacted with ever in his life. He didn't even look similar to anyone he knew. Then WHY?

The man looked back at his arms, the irritating sensation coming back, with a huge blow on the face. It felt as though a thousand ants crawled all around his skin, specifically his wounds, and bit deep into the dead flesh.

Without any thought, he furiously scratched every single one of his aching wounds. He clearly wasn't being rational, but his brain wasn't working straight, to begin with. Everything was irritating, arms, wrists, neck, torso, legs, everything. He had been tortured around his entire body so we can take that into account.

His sharp nails dug into his dead skin. First, they just left an angry red shade over his skin but the more he continued scratching the more the skin tore. He didn't even realise that he was close to bleeding.

Jin was uncontrollably moving his hands all over his body yet his eyes still unintentionally landed on the mirror.

And the sight was so horrific, that his legs gave up on him, making him drop harshly on the ground. His eyes widened, his entire body shivering even more if possible.

In the mirror, there was the...boy from before.

What was worse, his clothes were even more ripped, his dark blood dripping from numerous wounds, even more than he saw before. His face was a bloody little mess itself, busted lips, bloody nose, bloody eyes, a long slash from his left eyebrow to the right corner of his lips. But the part that was the most attention-grabbing, were his hands, his figures specifically. It was as if all of the tips were cut off, many of his fingers oddly long and jello-like, as if they were pulled to be made longer but ended up breaking.

Jin was gasping for air as he stared at the standing figure, mortified- Wait, hold up.

Mortified?

He was...he was scared now?

Jin frowned at the realisation. But he didn't have time to think about it because...the figure stared right back at him.

The boy crookedly tilted his head in a robotic manner before giving a chilling...broken smile.

Jin's blood ran cold, he forgot that he needed to breathe. If it was possible, then Jin's complexion became even paler.

The young boy's eyes started flooding with the familiar black fluid and that's when Jin came back to awareness. However, his fingers were still scratching out his own skin.

His gaze left the horrifying boy and went to his hands before an aching gasp echoed around the penthouse.

The carpet was stained, and so were his clothes. The scars that were oh so slowly closed, were opened once again.

He thought that he could escape his true self, yet here he was, unleashing the real demon himself.

He worked so hard, to never have to see this scene again but perhaps it was the way of the universe for reminding us of our places in life.

People never change...they just get better at pretending and hiding.

He released the monster, he released the darkness, he released...the hidden truth.

Grotesque, hideous, and sadistically violent-looking scars all across his body. There were no new ones but only the old ones that had reopened.

Jin sobbed, he sobbed and he sobbed. This was the truth. The unfortunate truth.

Black blood...spewed out of his body like venom. Deadly venom.

How could he even DARE to think that he could succeed in hiding amongst the normal humans?

He didn't want to remember this. But he was a demon.

Demon.

Disguised.

Satanic.

Is this why he saw the dream? To get reminded of his ugliness? That he had dirty blood? That he was a biological outcast?

Is this why the boy smiled at him? As a sense of mockery.

'Oh look, another outcast pretending to live a normal life.'

After 20 years, the inner child was pushing his way out.

He was lying pathetically on the floor with blood pooling around him, ugly cries leaving his mouth, and precious tears making their way out.

The more he wailed in pain the wider the grin of the boy in the mirror became.

Before he continued, an abrupt sound of the doorbell echoed around the entire penthouse along with violent knocks following the next second.

Jin's eyes snapped wide as he slapped his palm across his lips to stop himself from crying any further. He didn't expect anyone at this time and he didn't know who could be on the other side.

This was before he heard a familiar voice shouting outside his door. His eyebrows scrunched and eyes wide, lips parted and shocking piling up.

Why was he here?

He was the last person Jin wanted to see at a moment like this. But he could hear audible yelling.

"Open the door Jin, or you know I will knock it down !" The voice thundered behind the door.

Jin didn't know if he was just fatigued after crying for such a long while, though, he might have heard...desperation and concern, in the person's voice.

So with his heart betraying him and acting absolutely strange all of a sudden, he shakily stood up, grabbing the heavy comforter to cover up the fresh blood flowing out of him, he even lowered the long sleeves of his fortunately dark pyjamas. He weakly strolled towards the door after throwing a couple of pillows on the carpet in front of the mirror, where the dark stains resided.

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Namjoon abruptly teleported right in front of Jin's door, like face-to-face. It didn't bother him how late it was in the night. He was about to break Jin's precious sleep but it was all for the sake of his safety.

He practically punched on the doorbell more than a hundred times before almost knocking down the door as he knocked on it oh so powerfully.

Only a few seconds passed but he was already impatiently swiping his fingers through his hair, pacing around like a maniac and was just about to kick the door down, thinking his love was in danger.

"Open the door Jin, or you know I will break the damn door!" His words sounded more like a beg than a command. He was desperate and he knew that. If the unknown essence figured out what Jin exactly was and was now acting up, it would be a huge crisis. Namjoon couldn't let Jin suffer the torture of the dark just because he was different from other beings.

The closed door wasn't helping his rising panic, when he couldn't wait any longer, he instantly raised his fingers to snap them, but that wasn't possible.

The door, gradually creaked open, and behind hidden was an unusually hideous-looking Jin. Namjoon's lips parted and eyes softened with sorrow as he closely observed his state just in the first few seconds.

"W-what do you want, N-Namjoon?" His hoarse and ghostly voice shocked Namjoon even more if possible. What had even happened to the younger? Did...did someone...?

Namjoon thought of the worst and he was instantly enraged. Who even dared to mess with his love?

On the other hand, Jin had never stuttered like this, and even he himself was unaware of why he was losing his energy by the second. It was like his soul was being sucked out and he was only a few minutes from passing out cold. So perhaps this was the reason why his usual pissed expression wasn't appearing at Namjoon's presence.

The said male's gaze went down his figure, Jin was trembling, wrapped so tightly inside the comforter as if he would freeze to death if he got out of its grip. His face was pale, and the most unusual thing was that his eyes were bloodshot red, puffy. He just cried and that hit Namjoon right inside his chest, so harshly, it was worse than a back-stabbing betrayal.

"Jin...why are you shivering?" He asked cautiously.

The said male took a deep sigh, he knew the other would inquire about this but he most definitely didn't want to talk about the topic.

"Answer mine first" His voice had transformed stoic yet hinted with invisible fatigue.

Namjoon avoided the question as he quickly stepped closer to Jin, knowing something was very wrong seeing his condition. "Tell me what happened to you! Y-you seem so...unwell." His voice then got deeper and darker when he let his worst thoughts get to him. "Who did this to you? Someone came in, did they? Where is that bitch-"

At this rate, Namjoon saw red. His eyes were sharp, jaw clenched, hands ready to rip out someone's fucking throat this very instance.

"Namjoon there's no one-" Jin tried to put a stop to his thoughts but Namjoon pushed past Jin, unintentionally bumping into his hurting arm, almost making him groan in pain and then frantically bolting through the entire place. He was making a mess as he looked around every curtain, couch, and shelf. It was an entity that could take any form and fit into anywhere. He was already trying to detect such an essence through his powers but as his habit, he was physically looking through just to make sure.

Jin ran behind the other feeling tired in his legs, close to being light-headed from the abrupt movement after so much blood loss.

He chanted 'Stops' and 'No's' behind the taller male, but it was all to no avail.

"I will fucking gut that asshole, Jin. I will cut off his head and present it right in front of you-" He blurted with fury as he stepped into Jin's room and was about to pick up the pillows from the carpet.

However, when Jin saw him reach those, with his bare remaining strength he pulled back the male by his fragile clothing. It almost didn't matter if his comforter had dropped down to the ground, his dark sleeves could surely hide the blood.

Jin slammed the taller male to a random wall, stopping him from his further actions. To make sure the male wouldn't run away, he put his arms behind his head.

At the moment, regardless of the height difference, Jin was looking down at Namjoon. The man's glare was mortifying, deadly, venomous. So dark and deep that you would get lost and burn into that silently dark hell.

Devil Levinor stared right into those eyes and at that moment he knew one thing for sure. People were right when they said, 'Kim Seokjin, could even make the Devil run for his immortal life.'

Levinor realised how annoyingly true the statement was, but not to break the mood...also how hot it was.

Dominance was an understatement to describe him.

It was an understatement when you could see the veins popping out of Jin's neck because of how tightly he clenched his jaw.

It was an understatement when he was only mere inches away from your face, staring at you as he poked his inner cheek to visually represent the rage and pain he was physically feeling.

And it was most definitely an understatement when you'd feel his burning hot breaths harshly and steamily caressing your lips, making you hungry, yet unfairly not giving you what you want.

Namjoon gulped down deeply as he noticed their position. Usually, if the moment wasn't so troublesome, Namjoon would have pulled him in for an impossibly long makeout session. But instead, he felt almost...intimidated? He knew that the boy he saw the first time would grow to be a terrifying man, but he didn't expect himself to be dragged under the said effect as well!

"Listen to me when I say something, Namjoon. Just because I deal with you every day, doesn't mean I have the patience for your shit at this moment." He growled in the deepest and darkest voice Namjoon had ever heard from him.

"Why would you assume that I was in any sort of danger? If I was, there'd be a long-gone dead body and me here sleeping soundlessly." His tone was still manly and bold. It was as if by each sentence he kept getting closer to Namjoon. Sharing his arousing body heat with the Devil.

"How dare you disturb me in the middle of the fucking night with some possessed shit talk?!" He roared as he questioned, now maddened.

Namjoon's eyes were wide, lips parted. Jin was so close to him, he felt hot all over his body. Even like this, the towering man was so magnificent. Namjoon got so lost in a daze that unintentionally left Jin answered, enraging the human by the second.

"I asked you a question, Kim Namjoon, answer me!" He commanded dominantly with his voice octave lower (if possible). His words were cold, held with thorns. It was enough to bring anyone onto their knees. And the young Devil almost fell for the trap, yet he snapped out of his daze, cleared his throat, and composed back into his serious persona.

"I was simply worried for you, Jin! I thought I might have seen someone sneaking into your house from outside and I-" He was being truthful with the desperation of convincing but he cut off.

"I don't NEED you to worry about me, Namjoon. You and I both live here for the highest security. I have tons of alarms to alert me of any shit. And even if mere danger does appear I'm more than capable of protecting myself!"

"But I still couldn't leave you-"

"WHY?!" Jin shrieked as punched the wall beside Namjoon's head, irritated by the words he repeated all the time. It was the frustration and annoying curiosity of why Namjoon couldn't leave him on his own. A person like him should be hunting a couple more preys by now.

"Why can't you leave me! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOVE ME?!" He harshly bit his lips. The emotional breakdown that he had before was coming back with fresh wounds.

Namjoon didn't flinch one bit, nevertheless, he did get hurt, in his non-existent heart, though. He himself wasn't aware of how a satanic entity like him could even feel bare-minimum sensation in his heart but he was, with an aching heart and a crying soul. He didn't want Jin to be questioning his love for him. And then to see him so vulnerable after decades, it stung him on the deepest levels.

"Drop this act already, Namjoon. Just tell me what you really want and leave, as simple as that. You don't love me and you know that." His voice became ghostly as he stepped away from Namjoon, looking away with almost sorrow. "No one can, everyone is selfish including you and me. So take what you want and leave."

Namjoon's own lips trembled at the tone and hurtful words of the younger. "What do I need from you Jin? I have everything, just like you. I am selfish and you are right about that. That's why I want you all to myself" He pointed his slender fingers towards the man. "But, don't want you just because I want to fuck you, Jin. I want you because..."

How would it look if he revealed his feelings, his negative feelings? How would it look if you dared to seem weak in front of someone you despised in all facts. Pathetic, right?

"We are alike, Jin. No matter how much you want to deny that, here we are. And not just for our current state. Our misery, our pain, our suffering, we both felt each other's pain. We are too similar, it's hard not to see myself in you, and one day...you'll see yourself in me. You have things that I don't, you did things I couldn't. I have things you don't. I did things you didn't. At this rate you're not a 'want', Jin, you're a NEED."

Jin gritted his teeth at a Namjoon just invisibly shivered in the subtle darkness of the room. Jin didn't know what to feel. He's never been talked to like this. The man in front of him wasn't lying, but Jin didn't feel good about how unusual it was. He loathed the feeling.

Namjoon couldn't bear the cruel tension and silence between them. So he pulled Jin by his hand, not feeling the texture of some sort of dark thick liquid. He came back close to him and kept his hands around his collars, a frequent pose that would take place between them from their first meeting.

"Why am I doing this? Because I care for you. It doesn't matter if you hate me. It doesn't matter how much you hurt me and push me away. Even if I can't have you...at the end of the day I'd still make sure that you are safe, just to keep my own heart at ease."

Jin frowned as he shook his head in disbelief. Everything was gradually spiralling, both physically and mentally.

"I don't need safety, Namjoon. And neither do I deserve it. I've been born in danger, left all alone...in danger. So the whole concept of 'safety' is foreign to me. You feel like you love me, though, fine. But I can't...and won't love you back, Namjoon. I don't want a remedy and neither do I want to be yours." His voice was cold just like his words. Namjoon's heart sank deeper than any ship.

Is this what rejection felt like?

The Devil smiled through the pain, dark tears threatening to fall down his hollow cheeks. "I-It's fine, but I'll still be right here for you. D-doesn't matter what happens, I'll be right, waiting to listen to you. I'll help you without judgement if you ever change your mind and come back." He muttered as he looked down at his hands. They were both still at very close distance, but now they both had their hands to themselves.

As Namjoon's gaze went to Jin's hands his eyes immediately widened. He instantly broke out of his depressed trance at the sight. Just then the smell of an overwhelmingly metallic yet wild liquid reached his nostrils.

"J-Jin...are you b-bleeding?" He shakily asked as the charcoal blood covered. Oh Devil, make sure no other essence sees the sight of this fresh blood.

Jin was snapped out as well and his eyes blew up open as Namjoon presented the shadow liquid on his hand.

For Namjoon, he was mostly worried about why the younger was bleeding and if someone saw the sight.

And for Jin, all he could wonder with horror was, 'How did he know that was blood?'

Without a second thought, Jin simply blurted, "Get out,"

"Huh?" Namjoon was still not ok from knowing his love was silently bleeding.

"I SAID GET OUT!" He bellowed as under a few seconds he dragged the older by the collar, opened the door, and threw him right out of his house.

"You saw. Absolutely. Nothing!!" He commanded threateningly to the male who was still flabbergasted by his sudden behaviour. Namjoon practically felt Jin's glare inside his fucking skull, it was so sharp. But that was all before Jin loudly slammed his door, not caring if he disturbed some other people in the distance.

Looks like shit went downn~~~ Hehehe it's going to get worse from here <333