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Yoongi cursed for the hundredth time that night. He hated being the distraction. Why was he always the distraction? Ah,… yes because demons dig blondes (Hoseok’s words) . He knew he was going to regret the day he dyed his hair blonde.
Here he was following a shapeshifting demon who had managed to change himself into one of the random strangers in the club.
He could see Jimin’s bright orange hair as he followed Jungkook to look for their main mission to night. To help Jimin remember his suppressed memories by a warlock named Taehyung, who also happens to be the head warlock of Seoul.
Hoseok was nowhere in sight. Wasn’t he supposed to have Yoongi’s back? Sometimes he really cursed himself for agreeing to be Hoseok’s parabatai. Hoseok and his puppy dog eyes always won.
There were two people in the world who Yoongi would blink his eyes for. Jung Hoseok, his parabatai slash best friend. Hoseok came to the Seoul Institute when he lost his father during a demon fight. He along with his mother had lived with Yoongi’s family in the abounded church.
The other person is Jeon Jungkook, his baby brother or to be more specific step-brother. Yoongi lost his father when he was five-years old and his mother re-married three years later to Jungkook’s father who was fresh out of a divorce. He and Jungkook didn’t get along at the beginning mainly because of his stubbornness to not accept that someone taking his dead fathers place but as the years grew he learned to love Jungkook as his own flesh and blood.
But he is still Min Yoongi. He wanted to carry the Min family name being the only living heir.
Back to the tortures affair at hand, the mess began roughly a week ago when his baby brother saved Park Jimin from a demon. Which led to Jungkook carrying an unconscious Jimin into the Institute and stating that he is a shadowhunter (to which Yoongi merely lifted an eyebrow dragging his eyes away from the report in front of him). Hoseok was the one who had helped Jungkook. After all the commotion Jungkook has proven everyone that Jimin is a shadowhunter by drawing an iratze (Yoongi shuddered thinking what would have happened if the boy was a mundane, the clave would have had a field day with them).
Jimin who seems to have no idea of anything relating to the shadow world had thrown a tantrum of going back to his family and if not for Yoong’s simple words of truth. You go, Your family dies. Simple and clear.
What he didn’t predict was Jimin’s older brother (adopted) showing up at the Institute doorstep. And to take matters to another level his brother had let the mundane inside the Institute. Yoongi could literally feel their ancestors rolling in their graves.
In the past, few days, Yoongi had lied to the clave more than he had lied to them in his twenty-three years of living.
Now here he was in a club filled with downloaders being demon bait, when everyone else had disappeared to god knows where. By, the angel why is he surrounded by idiots.
Yoongi just wanted to go back to his bed at the Institute after getting whatever the missing memories and getting out of the sweaty club. Clean and simple just like he liked it. But, when has the world ever worked according to his wishes?
Just when they had entered the club, they had the luck (hear the sarcasm in the air) of spotting the demon that they were shadowing for almost a week, the irony. So, they had split up. Yoongi and Hoseok would get the demon while Jungkook took Jimin to find the warlock. But halfway through the job his parabatai was no longer behind him (Hoseok was truly miserable at directions).
The demon entered the closed area which was closed for renovation. Yoongi looked around the club for his parabatai, not spotting the familiar mop of brown hair, he shrugged. He could take down one demon on his own. He grabbed the seraph blade from his belt followed the demon through the thick plastic curtain hanging from the ceiling. He missed his bow, seraph blades were more of Jungkook’s weapon of choice.
The room was dimly lit making most of the room shroud in darkness. Thanks to his runes he could make out the pile of steel pipes on the corner and some wooden planks littered around on the floor.
If not for his enhanced hearing, he would have missed the voices coming from further down the hallway towards the right. The hallway was even more darker compared to the room he was in. Yoongi quietly followed the voices, letting his hand on the wall guide him.
He came to a halt when he entered another empty room. This one filled with light and in the middle of the room stood three demons, one was the demon who Yoongi had followed. He could take them out when they were distracted, because he is good but even he couldn’t take down three demons at once. His right hand moved behind his back to get his bow and almost cursed aloud when he felt the empty air. He is going to kill Jungkook when he gets back. And he is going to make Hoseok suffer with paper work for agreeing with the other. The two had the idiocy to make Yoongi leave his bow behind at the Institute because no one brings a bow to a club.
Here goes nothing. Yoongi thought as he took a step out of his hiding spot. His next step was halted when a new voice interrupted the discussion between the three demons.
A deep and yet velvety voice, that sent shivers down Yoongi’s back. Yoongi took his step back and hid in the shadows eyes focused on the exchange.
The new arrival was a man dressed in clothes that were covered in glitter. Yoongi hated wearing anything other than black, but the stranger seemed to pull off the glittery look quite well. Yoongi had to admit the guy looked handsome (not that he is going to say it aloud).
Yoongi’s inner musings were shattered when the newcomer snapped his fingers and blue sparks flew from his hands. A warlock.
Within seconds a portal opened and the wanna-be-demon-thugs were pushed in. Probably, portal-ing them to the clave.
“Nephilim, you can come out now”, the warlock called out to Yoongi. Yoongi could hear the barely concealed humour in the warlock’s voice. Great, a downloader had to save my ass.
Yoongi had nothing against the downworld. They were people to even through they had demon blood but shadowhunters were known for their big egos for having angel blood. Yoongi himself had met many of them. His mother being one of them. She always reminded every shadowhunter in the Institute remember that. He loved his mother, he really did but sometimes he wished she was more openminded. Like accepting his attraction to guys.
Taking a deep breath, Yoongi stepped out of the shadows to the bright light now illuminated the room. The warlock had used his magic to give the room some proper light. Now, in the illuminated room, Yoongi can see the man’s proper features. The first thing he noticed was that the man was indeed handsome, dark almond shaped eyes that looked almost black from the khol lining the eyes. A sharp nose that Yoongi wanted to touch and see if it was real and heart shaped lips.
Yoongi blushed, he was staring. He quickly averted his eyes away from the man’s smirking to the wall behind his red sparkly hair.
Yoongi cleared his throat, running his free hand over his blonde hair messing his hair hoping his face wasn’t as hot as he felt. But, knowing how pale he was Yoongi is pretty sure he looked like a tomato.
“I’m M- Min Yoongi “, he introduced himself shyly. He hated meeting new people especially good looking ones who made Yoongi embarrass himself in front of them.
The warlock laughed. A deep yet smoothing laugh just like his voice. It was calming, recurring Yoongi he wasn’t about to get attack.
“Well, hello Min Yoongi. Kim Taehyung at your service”, the warlock introduced himself bowing in an exaggerated bow but he made it almost elegant. Almost.
Kim Taehyung? The high warlock of Seoul was right in front of him. But where the hell is Jungkook? Hoseok? And even Jimin?
Fuck. He is definitely going to kill Jeon Jungkook when he gets back to the Institute.
To be continued...