Actions are like a lost child, occasionally, they go unnoticed; Karma is like a stalker, once gained, it will take the power of many to combat.

"So you see him too?"

The butterfly perched on her finger took flight.It flapped its wings as she flipped over her hand. Gracefully, it returned to her palm and rested there. In an instant it was crushed within her grasp; she grounded her fingers, leaving Jungkook to gaze at the small black specks that trickled down her fist. She playfully signaled him to lean down to her line of sight. Jungkook cocked a brow at her confidence. In an attempt to let her wrist go he pushed up her sleeve. His eyes slightly widened at the shape of the scarred tissue beneath.

The mark of a demon tamer was burned into her forearm. It boldly sat there for him to see; a skull with horns that was pierced by a flaming sword was formed by discolored skin. The sight of it made Jungkook's blood curdle and hate he had long forgotten threatened to rise to the surface. The enslavers of demons were all they had to their name. They used the souls of demons to gain power and sold them like jewels to those that fed off of their own. Most can't identify them, as there were few demons that survived an encounter. If they did, they kept a low profile and strayed from attention. The lines of Jungkook's jowl penciled in with the clench of his jaw as he walked away. He hated the way he was born. He would starve himself and only feed when he needed to, and even then, he felt guilty. The group was only a reminder that he was unwanted. Jungkook ate to survive, not to gain power. His steps slowly picked up the pace the farther he got.

"Come here, grumpy bunny," Jungkook's sneakers scuffed the tiled floor. Inch by inch a demanding power gripped over his limbs. His steps became harder to take; it felt like he was walking through course mud and was being held back by resistance bands. Every muscle was tearing to push away from being swallowed. Each passing second felt like a losing battle. His dilated pupils pushed back the brown in his iris'. They emptily looked into the distance; unfocused and vacant. With a large grunt, he forcefully stood upright. Like a programmed soldier, he turned to the demon tamer. With jammed joints, he stiffly marched to the dainty figure's side; Jungkook's trapped will was swept into his subconsciousness.

The rustling of his clothes could be heard as he bent over. She pulled the hair tie from the back of his head and let his bangs fall to his forehead.

"Much better. Guess I've got to cover this burdensome marking up," her eyes shifted to a navy blue; they were as dark as a night's ocean in the grasps of the moon's light. Her hand brushed the straggled pieces of Jungkook's hair into place. In a swift movement, her fingers danced across his cheekbone, down his neck, across his collarbone, and rested on his shoulder. She leaned forward and spoke into his ear.

"With such prowess, I thought you'd put up a better fight," she leaned back to face the demon. With soul-piercing red eyes, Jungkook's arms and legs were twitching as he pushed his body to its limit; A crooked smile was plastered on her face.

"Yes, resist. I knew you'd entertain me," Jungkook's head turned a fraction of an inch. His determination amused the demon tamer. He was now dripping in sweat and taking shorter breaths. The more he rejected her control the more painful it became. When his head dangled in exhaustion, drops of sweat smacked the floor beneath them.

"Now my sweet bunny, hand," like a reluctant puppy he abided. His larger palm seemed to engulf her smaller one. She brushed her thumb along the letters of his tattoos. The feinted hue popped against his pink knuckles. The demon tamer seemed dissatisfied by her victory; Jungkook was hunched over, motionless, beside the pint-sized demon but it wasn't enough. She looked up at Jungkook as an idea crossed her mind. Thin, dainty, fingers tightly engulfed a chunk of Jungkook's top and pulled him closer.

" You will forget this interaction as if it was a distant memory. If you ever, by chance, wear down my spell, the moment you try to communicate my existence you will once again, like a hypnotic trigger, forget who I truly am." She swallowed back a fit of giggles and continued.

" Slowly, you will begin to be more irritable, harder to deal with, easier to agitate. Let those feelings you bite back surface my little bunny. You have my permission," she retreated from him and walked down the hall with her hands clasped behind her back. With one last glance, she admired her work.

The abandoned hall was filled with the sound of her giddy mumbles to herself. As soon as she was out of sight Jungkook felt his muscles loosen and his weak blinking became stronger. He took an abrupt step back and felt himself being pulled back to the surface. A glob of sweat was removed by his shaky hand. Jungkook couldn't remember what the demon tamer told him, the faint sound of someone whispering to him was what was left in his memory. As if it was slowly erasing, the image in his head was dissolving.

With a deep breath in, an oak wood smell, that his overly horny friend emitted when his demon was feeding, filled his nose. He was close enough to be scented and needed to be warned of the danger he was in. Taehyung's soul was valuable to someone that, like Jungkook, could see the gains of consuming one. Jungkook sloppily rushed to the source of Tae's scent, he was dizzy and felt like he was brought into a body that wasn't his. The lockers molded into the walls as he dashed. Jungkook's head started to drum and his neck started to burn. A migraine was rising from the back of his skull and resting behind his eyes. He hastily sped to where the smell was the strongest.

His skull was aching and it was blocking his ability to control his senses. The sound of nearby classes and people chatting outside were agitating his ears. Jungkook's nose burned as the smells that he was taking in were overwhelming. He knocked on the door and winced at how amplified the sound of his knuckles meeting the wood was.

No answer.

He knocked again, but with his frustration behind it. A moment passed before a disheveled woman came pouring out. She straightened her top and wiggled her foot into her heels. Her lipstick was splotched below her lip and she quickly rubbed away the smeared makeup. In an attempt to cover her tracks she rushed to speak.

"Is... is there something you need, student?" Jungkook looked at her with irritation. Her cheap perfume was plugging up his nose and making his throbbing headache worse. Jungkook motioned past her and slipped into the room. He closed and locked the door behind him without a care for the awe-struck woman in the hall. There were no windows and the switch he flicked on was barely lighting the room.

Taehyung was propped onto a counter in a drunken state. His hair was messy and his pant button was unbuckled. Cherry pink lines were streaked around his mouth and his shirt was stretched around the collar. Jungkook's jacket was thrown to the ground and so were the makeshift cuffs that didn't seem to be useful.

"Taehyung, we need to report....back...." Jungkook was cut off by a splitting pain to his cranium. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let his other hand rest at his neck.

"We need to..." A second wave hit him, this time it was a shorter spurt. His head shook to the side, flinching. Taehyung took notice of his odd movements. It was out of character for the tank to show pain. He plopped off the counter and walked over to the squinting demon. Jungkook tried to speak again but his voice sounded thinned and weak.

"We need..." There was a second of complete silence. Jungkook was staring at the ground trying to think. He looked like he was fighting himself. Taehyung poked the demon's shoulder a few times and remained a safe distance away. Jungkook hunched over and grunted. His hand covered his eyes and his hair blocked his face.

"You good Kook?" Taehyung waited for a reply but was just met with another wave of silence. Suddenly, Jungkook's hands dropped from his face and he stood up straight. A look of confusion and awkwardness replaced his pained expression.

"What was I saying?" Tahyung shrugged at Jungkook and gave him a weird stare. Tae began to fix his appearance and button up his pants. I need a mirror, he mumbled to himself. He was about to leave when he gave one last look at the dazed Jungkook.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," Jungkook looked like he was rebooting. You could see his mind trying to regather itself. His pain was gone but the feeling like he forgot something important bothered him. Jungkook struggled to regain his train of thought, he noticed Taehyung waiting for him to say something...anything.

"Did you finish what you were doing?" Taehyung rode with the sudden change in subject. A wave of hard-earned energy filled the seductive demon's body. His double chin formed as he tried to stare down at his neck.

"It's gone right, my neck bruising?" Jungkook gave him a side glance and briefly nodded. He picked up his jacket and Taehyung's belt from the floor. Taehyung peered over Jungkook's shoulder. He waited for Jungkook to hand over his belongings when he noticed something.

"What's that?" Jungkook looked back at Taehyung and followed his eyes.

"What's what?" Taehyung pointed to what he saw but soon realized it was useless. He gestured for Jungkook to follow after him.

"Let's go to the bathroom, I'll show you." Taehyung bulldozed out of the cramped space. A yelp was heard from the administrative woman that was waiting for them to leave the storage room. Taehyung stopped in front of her and turned her way.

"To be continued," Tae breathily whispered while he looked her up and down with his brows raised. The office woman couldn't hide her smile and shamelessly fanned herself. Jungkook wanted to remove himself from the situation but decided to instead remind Taehyung of the original objective.

"Taehyung, what did you want to show me?" Taehyung, lost in the pheromones the lady was releasing, reluctantly looked away.

"Oh...right." He quickly waved goodbye and looked for the bathroom he saw on the way to the storage closet.

"I know I saw it around here somewhere." Once Taehyung found the sign, the two swiftly entered the bathroom. They approached the large mirror and Taehyung gasped at his sloppy appearance.

" How come you let me walk around like this...Whatever, don't even answer...it's just, where did the branding come from?" Jungkook shifted awkwardly in the mirror. He searched his reflection and turned to Taehyung when he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Taehyung sighed and grabbed Jungkook by his shoulders. He pulled the hem of his top downward and pointed to a small burgundy butterfly burn on his collar-bone. Jungkook turned and leaned toward the mirror. His head tilted in confusion.

Demonic markings were like titles. Depending on your rank, race, age, and soul consumption more will appear and develop; they took different forms and hues. When a marking is gained, it feels like someone is writing on your skin, it tickles but provides a source of comfort. Jungkook thought back to the burning sensation he felt when he was telling Taehyung about what he found out.

Found out, what did I find?

Jungkook felt like his mind was being thrown into a blender. One moment he was here and then another it felt like he was having a flashback.

He thought back to when he was waiting for Taehyung to recount his steps. He tied his hair back and saw a short girl that he scented... Jungkook could feel his patience becoming shorter, why couldn't he remember? His bangs tickling his eyes contributed to his fuse tripping, Jungkook always hated when they tickled his eyes. As if a realization passed through him, he froze.

"Where is it?" He said before searching his pockets. Taehyung watched as the usually calm and collected Jungkook, panicked.

"Where's what?" Taehyung questioned.

"The hair tie, I tied my hair into a ponytail, so where is it?"

"What do you mean, your hair was down when you selfishly interrupted me and my new lady friend." Jungkook paused to stare at his now very confused friend. He started to space out and piece together what he was missing.

" After you went to get lucky I was in the hall, but with who? Who was that?" Jungkook said to no one in particular. The image of the person started to clear up. As if close enough to grasp the memory he scrunched his face in desperation. Taehyung thought Jungkook was finally losing his mind. He watched him pace back and forth like an insane person, mumbling to himself.

"It was her, yeah, she was....I thought she was human but...what was it," Jungkook stopped mid-sentence and cringed at an oncoming migraine. His hand rubbed his temple and he closed his eyes momentarily.

"Who is "her"?" Taehyung asked impatiently.

Jungkook peered through the cracks in his fingers before replying.

"Huh... who what?" Taehyung backed away slowly and looked at Jungkook; suspicious of his behavior.

"Are you being serious or are you trying your sad attempt at acting?" Jungkook's eyes flashed red as a warning to Taehyung. His head was splitting and he didn't need Taehyung's snarky comments on top of it. Jungkook dug into the pocket of his jacket and pulled the schedule out. He handed one of the sheets to Taehyung and bumped shoulders with him on the way out of the bathroom.

"Let's just get to class before we look suspicious."

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"I don't get it, why are you being so stubborn?" She huffed. Fallen for the first time in decades was chasing after a man, begging for his help. After zoning out in several classes of stuff she could care less to learn, Fallen was forced to play catch up with her assignments. The teachers each suggested that Fallen finds someone to help her complete the assignments as best as possible. Lucky for her, a certain individual, that she's supposed to keep an eye on, was in all of her classes.

"I-I said no, you're lucky I haven't reported you for trying to...kill someone."Yoongi sped up and passed Fallen without sparing her a single glance. He couldn't shake how weird the entire situation that played out earlier was. He knew he wasn't exactly the one to talk but he swore to keep his life as problemless as possible this year. Yoongi hasn't even known Fallen for 24 hours and he's already ran into more trouble than usual. There was a lack of guilt when he thought, Just go away.

Habitually, Yoongi fell into the routine of staring down at the hall tiles. The sight of sneakers was what gave him solace in knowing he wouldn't lock eyes with anyone. A hand abruptly landed flat on his chest and stopped him in his tracks. The colored nails were not the usual masculine ones that held him back from his walk home. Yoongi hesitantly peered up to see the appearance of an individual that was suddenly everywhere he looked; Fallen Brixton. When did she get in front of-

"Now that I've gotten your attention," before Yoongi could think to run away, Fallen was quick to grab the strap to the boy's bag. She yanked it so that he stumbled closer, his feet tripped over one another. Yoongi's arms and legs flailed a bit to negate his reflexes to catch himself. There was a desperate way he moved in order to avoid touching Fallen inappropriately. With a smug grin, she glanced at the pink cloud that surrounded the flustered boy. She leaned into him and, once again, Yoongi felt his personal space being invaded.

"Would it kill you to just help a new friend out, hm?" Dealing with the insane and cynical was Fallen's job. It wasn't every day that she got a client that was embarrassed and bothered so easily; innocence was ordinarily painless to deal with, the sight of the pink cloud made her feel in control, manipulative, something a demon should be hooked on but it always seemed to bore her. The reaction was predictable, easy to get, and took little to no effort in her case. Yoongi's pupils shook as he stared into her dark brown ones. He didn't know if it was anxiety, intimidation, or a mixture of both but he was stuck in place. Fallen wondered how long it would take the human to reply. The passing moments made her less patient.

Yoongi's weakly thinned fingers caught Fallen's attention, they made her think back to the tingle she got when they last touched. She could feel her throat dry slightly while the walls of her esophagus burned with an unattended thirst. Fallen didn't like the pull of desire for this particular human's touch. The light gleamed off his dewy skin giving the allusion that he was glowing. A wandering chill rode up her back as if sharp ice cubes were pressed against her skin. Fallen couldn't help but wonder if the young man held the same platonically sensual desires as her.

"You know Yoongi, about the-," Fallen blinked before Yoongi was snatched from beneath her.

"Hey angel, is this freak giving you trouble?" There stood the annoying douche that bothered her in less than an hour of her arrival. He harshly patted Yoongi's back and you could see the light die in his face. The once yellow emotional cloud faded to a grim grey. Fallen thought she had dealt with David when she used persuasion to make him walk away, but it didn't seem to dent his interest. Fallen's sigh was loud enough to reach David's ears. She rolled her eyes and stood so that she oozed attitude. It didn't even take a millisecond before her mouth followed.

"First of all, I am far from an angel. Second of all, please remove your dusty, crusty, squonk lookin' fingers off of my friend. And since the third strike means you're out, the only thing bothering me here is that you'd probably be more likable if it wasn't for that empty hole in your face that noise comes out of." Yoongi had to stifle his laughter at Fallen's strange comparison. What even is a "squonk?"

"D*mn, b**ch, I was just trying to help you out. No need to get into your feelings." Typical was all Fallen could think. When a moraless man's pride is hurt he always goes for either a woman's appearance or calls them a b**ch; she'd do the same. But not so lucky for him, David wasn't her first interaction with such a loose-lipped guy and the stress of dealing with humans all day made her eager to release some pent up frustration. Yoongi looked back at David, honestly concerned for his safety. The devilishly amused look on Fallen's face made Yoongi fear what she would do next.

"David, I-I wouldn't-," Yoongi tried to warn him, but was cut off.

"Shut it you bad omen," David put emphasis on the nickname; he knew exactly how to silence him. Yoongi tried to slip from under David but he hooked his arm around his shoulders as if they were good friends. Fallen's voice had a twinge of excitement behind it as if she had just been offered a get out of jail free card.

"What did you say?"

"No need to be sassy, I was just trying to help you out, this is what I get for being the nice guy. Since you're new here, you wouldn't know that this freak here has a bad rep at this school for a reason. But congratulations on making drama out of nothing, must be that time of the month." Yoongi's eyes widened at his words. He witnessed the small-framed woman choke a man, most likely double her muscle mass, to the point where he was forced to kneel before her. So when she started to take prepensed steps in their direction with her hips swaying to the rhythm of her stride, he was both strangely intrigued and terrified.

Fallen stopped directly in front of David. He looked down into her eyes as if he expected her to reward him for his douche-like behavior. With glistening eyes, she turned to Yoongi's cautious form. She pushed David's arm away with disgust and smugly straightened the hood of Yoongi's jacket. She looked into the concerned human's eyes and didn't have to read his emotional cloud to see the nervousness in his expression. In a swift motion, she slid her hand into his and took the time to position her fingers to intertwine his. With a tug, Yoongi was standing next to his new buddy with their hands foreignly locked together. Fallen broke the stunned state Yoongi was in with the ring of her voice.

"Word to the wise, big guy, when a woman asks you "what did you say" it's not because she didn't hear you the first time. She's giving you a chance to fix your mistake." To Yoongi it felt like everything was happening at twice the speed. One second he was drowning in the grips of a familiar scuffle and next thing he knew a soft brown hand was causing a wash over of hope he had long buried. Yoongi, as if it was deja vu, was following Fallen while being towed behind. Once again, they abruptly stopped and turned to face the wonderstruck jerk, this time Yoongi didn't mind what Fallen had to say.

"Just so you know, for obvious reasons. I prefer the freak over a no upper lip having, hair-line receding bully that is so desperate for a woman's attention that he has to pick on others to get it." A few heads turned and you could hear the passing students poking fun at the dent in David's pride. Yoongi couldn't enjoy the momentary revenge because he knew that with people like David they never let him go. Put a hole in their pride and they make it so that you can't live comfortably. The sight of the school parking lot was like a safe haven. Yoongi knew he had to thank Fallen for attempting to help, although he wasn't sure if it did more bad than good.

"Fallen, uhm , thank-," a fancy car pulled into the lot with a screech. It parked in front of them and the window rolled down to reveal a rather attractive man in the driver's seat. Yoongi didn't realize he was lightly gripping Fallen's hand as he tried to get a better look at him. The driver looked down at their connected hands and the cold way he glanced made Yoongi feel unwelcome under his stare. There was a spark that tickled his palm and made his heart jump a bit; Yoongi gently let go and slid his hand into his jacket pocket. The itchy feeling he got the first time they met, resurfaced, making him discreetly scratch his palm.

"Took you long enough, 287, I mean, uh," Fallen was stumped trying to think of a name for her flashy assistant.

"Jin, just call me Jin," The man gave a nod to Yoongi and took off his seatbelt to leave the car. He sped around the vehicle and opened the door for Fallen to enter. Yoongi squinted at the lavish man and couldn't ignore what he was thinking, so he asked.

"Have we met before?" Yoongi found it odd that his face seemed familiar. He didn't exactly have the looks you would confuse with someone else.

"No, not that I know of," Jin spritely urged Fallen to get into the car. She was about to enter when she pivoted back to Yoongi.

"Your number, we can discuss how you're going to help me with school work later." Yoongi sighed before reaching into his bag for paper. He had a feeling that it was his number or another grueling 30 minutes of them arguing just for him to give it up anyway.

"As a thank you for earlier," he scribbled ten digits onto the crumpled sheet before shoving it into Fallen's hand. He gave Jin one last glance of suspicion before walking off. Fallen plopped into the back seat and waited for Jin to re-enter after closing her door.

"Why did you go all out to open the door, I rode here in the passenger seat. My cover's not royalty you know." Jin looked up at Fallen through the rear-view mirror. He simply shrugged it off and delivered the message he was ordered to.

"I know it's hard to glitch in a moving vehicle but Namjoon wants you in his office ASAP. He wants an update and has some important information for you." Fallen knew that there was no possible way for her to relax after a stressful day. She groaned before sitting up in the chair, and due to her reckless movements, she managed to scuff her ankle on the metal mechanics of the seat. She looked down at the slit of blood on her ankle.

"Could my day get any worse?" It'll heal up anyway, was what she thought. With a blink of her eyes, she gathered herself to glitch. Fallen flinched when she leaned forward and was met with the back of the passenger seat. Jin kept his eyes on the road and was flustered when an irksome yelp from Fallen erupted from the back. He swerved slightly and barely managed to stay in his lane, the roar of car horns made the panic worse. He was quick to pull over in the nearest gas station and frustratedly whipped his head to the back of the car.

"Are you trying to crash the new car?" He exclaimed, but the fearful expression Fallen wore made his anger melt into anxiousness.

"Jin, we...we have a problem."

"What is it?"

"I can't glitch."

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