❝ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄 ❞

Beomgyu stood frozen as Yeonjun's crimson eyes scanned him from head to toe with an expression that could only be described as absolute disgust. He didn't know what was worse; the way Yeonjun's lips curled into a scowl, or Verena smirking at his side like she was ready to pile on.

"This is what you wear in front of other humans?" Yeonjun said, gesturing at Beomgyu's oversized hoodie and ripped jeans with his finger like it was something poisonous.

"Uhh...yeah? Why?" Beomgyu aaked cluelessly, looking at himself in the mirror.

"No. Absolutely not. I can’t be seen with you looking like this. I have a reputation to maintain, even if you don’t."

"What’s wrong with my clothes?" Beomgyu huffed, crossing his arms. He looked down at his hoodie, it was a little worn out, sure, but it was comfortable okay?

"Everything! Is this how humans dress these days? What happened to elegance and beauty? No wonder you had to summon me in your pathetic life."  Yeonjun spoke, crimson eyes scanning Beomgyu's clothes as if the sight personally offended him.

"It’s not a fashion show, okay? We're just going to class!" He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Yeonjun gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been personally offended.

"Not a fashion show? You expect me, me, the most powerful demon in Hell, Orpheus, to walk into your pathetic human university next to someone dressed like…like that?" He pointed at Beomgyu again.
"I’ll die of embarrassment before Lucifer kills me for failing my mission."

"Mission? What mission?" Beomgyu raised his eyebrows, ignoring his dramatic words.

"That's not important right now, Vere, doesn't he appear absolutely hideous?" Yeonjun complained to Verena, who finally turned to look at the human.

"I think he looks adorable," Verena added lazily from the couch, twirling a strand of her silky black hair.

Beomgyu turned to her with hope in his eyes.

"Finally someone with common sense!" He cheered, but got cutt off by Verena again.

"Adorably poor. Like he crawled out of a clearance bin at a thrift store."

Beomgyu’s jaw dropped.
"You-!" He spluttered, unable to find words as the two demons cackled in unison.

"Enough of this," Yeonjun said, clapping his hands sharply. "We’re going shopping. Now."

"What? No! I’m broke!" Beomgyu protested, stepping back, but Yeonjun grabbed his wrist with an iron grip, dragging him toward the door. "I don’t have money for this! You can’t just-"

"I don’t need your useless human currency," Yeonjun replied smugly, throwing a glance over his shoulder. "I have power. And charm. And zero patience for this hideous outfit."

"That's stealing!" Beomgyu protested, eyes wide in exasperation.

"No, that's called relocating resources. I wear it, or the maniquen wears it, what's the difference?" Yeonjun shrugged, Verena already standing up to leave.

"B-but!"

"Silence, Peasant. Let's go."

With a snap of his fingers, the ground ripples beneath them, and within a blink of Beomgyu's eyes, they were standing outside the mall.

"What the-" Beomgyu gasped in shock. Did the demon just teleport them?

"Close your mouth, the flies might love your morning breath," Verena sneered, laughing as Beomgyu glared at her.

The trio entered the mall, Yeonjun strutting confidently like he already owned the place. His sharp features, flawless skin, and natural charisma turned heads wherever he went, though Beomgyu wasn’t sure if it was admiration or surprise from seeing a random dude wearing a cosplay-like flowy black and red robes.

Verena walked beside them in her human form, wearing her usual black silk robe that somehow didn’t attract as much attention as Beomgyu thought it should. Then again, she probably used some demon magic to blend in. Meanwhile, Beomgyu trailed behind like a lost puppy, glaring at Yeonjun's back.

"First rule of human fashion," Yeonjun began, stopping abruptly in front of a high-end boutique. Beomgyu slammed into his back with a yelp. "No hoodies. Hoodies are for sad loners and people who have given up on life."

"Hey!" Beomgyu protested, rubbing his nose.

"Second rule," Yeonjun continued, ignoring him, "Colors are key. No more of this dull, washed-out gray. It’s offensive to my eyes." He waved his hand dramatically and stormed into the store, dragging Beomgyu along.

Inside, Yeonjun immediately began grabbing items from the racks, piling them into Beomgyu's arms without even looking at price tags or sizes.

"Try these. And these. Oh, and this, you’ll thank me later," he declared, holding up a ridiculously glittery jacket.

"I am not wearing that," Beomgyu muttered.

"You’ll wear what I tell you to wear!" Yeonjun snapped, tossing the jacket onto the growing pile. "Now go try them on before I decide to dress you myself."

Meanwhile, Verena, ever the opportunist, wandered over to the accessory section, picking up a necklace with black gemstones.
"What do you think, my Lord? Does this scream 'demonic elegance'?"

"It screams 'put it on,' because we’re taking it," Yeonjun replied with a smirk.

"Wait, you can’t just take things!" Beomgyu whisper-shouted, but Yeonjun silenced him with a single look.

"Oh, I can," He smirked and dumped all the clothes he chose for himself, Beomgyu and Verena, and proceeded to say, "I'm taking all this, for free. Give me my bill."

"Excuse me Sir-"

With a flick of his wrist, Yeonjun snapped his fingers, and the cashier at the counter suddenly froze, her expression blank. The lights in the store flickered ominously, and a cold breeze swept through the room despite the lack of open windows.

"Ofcourse Sir, wait a few minutes. I'll pack them for you." The cashier started sorting the clothes robotically, making Beomgyu's eyes widen.

"There," Yeonjun said with satisfaction. "They’ll remember nothing. You’re welcome."

"You just…did you just brainwash her?!" Beomgyu gawked, eyes wide.

"It's called persuade, sweetheart" Yeonjun replied, slipping on a sleek leather jacket he’d taken for himself. "I’m not going to stoop to paying for human clothes. Disgusting."

"You didn’t even let me pick anything!” Beomgyu whined as they strolled through the mall.

Yeonjun sighed dramatically, slinging an arm around Beomgyu’s shoulders. “You have no taste, Sweetheart. I’m doing this for your own good. You'd turn heads wearing what I bought for you today."

“You literally stole everything!" He groaned, already regretting his decision. He wanted to get rid of his ex, not a fashion spree!

“Relax,” Yeonjun said, waving him off.
“I merely borrowed them. Permanently. It’s not like humans invented capitalism for demons to follow.”

A security guard suddenly approached, his expression stern. “Excuse me, sir, I’m going to have to ask you to—”

Before he could finish, Yeonjun turned to him, his crimson eyes glowing faintly. The guard faltered, his grip on his walkie-talkie loosening.

“I think you meant to say that we’re free to go,” Yeonjun purred.

The guard blinked, then nodded slowly. “You’re free to go. Have a nice day.”

Beomgyu stared in disbelief as they walked away. “You can’t just do that!”

“Why not? It worked, didn’t it?” Yeonjun smirked. “Besides, this is only the beginning. If I’m going to play your boyfriend, we’re going to need to upgrade your entire existence.”

“Kill me now,” Beomgyu muttered.

“Don’t tempt me,” Yeonjun quipped, his grin widening.

And that was the moment Beomgyu realised....he fucked up.

❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❞ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

˖ 𓍢ִִ ⋆ ❝ ✉️ ❞ ୭ ˚.

Hello My Luvs!! Here's the update as I promised~

Lmao I love my sense of humour, I laughed while writing these dialogues fr😭😂 I love Yeonjun.

Hope y'all had a nice laugh, and enjoyed reading! See you in the next one, till then take care!!
-Rin💗