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Yoongi reads the instructions over and over, making sure everything is properly placed before he starts. Saying he is nervous is a bit of an understatement, he swears he's setting himself on fire in the middle of this damn pentagram if he makes a fool of himself again tonight.
“Come on Min-ssi, we're not getting any younger!” The leader of the group- whose name he still hasn't learned and has little to no intention to- tells him annoyedly. Yoongi can't care less who the other people in the room with him are, they don't like him and he certainly doesn't like them either. But he's in too deep at this point to just leave, and he really just wants do the ritual to prove he can.
“Shut up.” He replies as he picks up the book, trying his best to stop his hands from shaking. He takes a deep breath and begins the ritual.
Yoongi doesn't know what he did wrong- or rather what he did right- none of the people attending really do. No one was expecting it to work, no one thought anything would happen. So it really shouldn't have been a surprise that everyone ran out of the abandoned house when the ground started shaking and the pentagram on the floor started burning bright red.
But it is one indeed, one big surprise. Yoongi is extremely taken back as he looks at everyone running around like a bunch of scared gazelles.
Everyone leaves, everyone but Yoongi. He doesn't run not because he doesn't want to but because he can't. He's frozen in place, his legs refusing to move, his hands gripping the open book so tightly his knuckles are turning white. He doesn't move until the cold winds starts picking up, messing his hair and making the dust of the floor and the walls dance around the room. He takes a step back, covering his face with his arm still holding onto the book, unable to drop it.
Suddenly, everything flies back. An invisible force shoves Yoongi and everything else in the room into the walls. His throat hurts like he's been screaming but he can't be sure if any sounds have actually been leaving his mouth. He feels the air pressing onto his chest, making it hard for him to breath. Right as he feels like he's about to pass out everything stops.
Yoongi and everything else that was spinning in the air suddenly falls. He feels dizzy, like everything is still spinning around him, and it's taking a lot of effort for him to catch his breath. He holds the side of his head with a groan as it throbs with a rising headache. He blinks, pushing the book off his lap with the intention to stand up, but he stops all of his movements when he notices him.
Standing in the middle of the pentagram- out of which the red light slowly fades- is a boy. Yoongi doesn't dare move as the boy groans and stretches. His hair is dark matching and somehow also highlighting the pitch black curled horns on the top of his head and huge black wings seem to be born from the middle of his back. The boy laughs- a carefree, light, and contagious laugh- and Yoongi would've laughed along if he wasn't terrified. He doesn't know the names of the people who were with him, but he's very sure this beautiful specimen of a person isn't one of them, it's got to be someone he's never even met before. The stranger- who Yoongi would have assumed was ready to leave for some sort of geeky convention if it weren't for the fact he was naked, not to mention although Yoongi couldn't put a finger on it there was something about his silhouette that wasn't exactly right- puts his hands on his hips and takes a look around.
“Oh” the boy says once he notices Yoongi- whose hair is a mess and whose face is covered in dust and a few scattered tiny cuts from the sharp debris that hit his face when everything started spinning- sitting on the ground with his back against a wall. The stranger turns around fully to face a panting Yoongi, who squirms under his gaze.
He smirks and Yoongi feels a shiver run down his back, he can't say what the stranger makes him feel like but he's aware the longer he holds eye contact with him, the messier his feelings and thoughts seem to get. Yoongi manages to look away and attempts to focus on anything other than the stranger's beautiful face. After another minute of him looking at Yoongi intensely and the latter awkwardly avoiding his gaze, the boy takes a step forward and Yoongi panics.
“Stop!” The boy looks surprised for an instant, as if he hadn't expected Yoongi to be able to speak, before taking another confident step forward. “Stop, don't come near me!” Yoongi throws the book, since it's the closest thing to him, at the boy and it barely dodges his head.
“Woah, hey!” Yoongi throws a candle at him, followed by a pen and a stone afterwards. “Stop throwing stuff at me!” Yoongi freezes, a random piece of wood still in his hand, the sudden authority in the stranger’s voice somehow convinces him not to defend himself anymore. The boy runs a hand through his hair exasperatedly.
“I didn't wait so many years for this.” He mumbles and takes the wood from Yoongi then throws it somewhere over his shoulder. “I'm Hoseok, and you must be Yoongi. And I'm here because of you so stop attacking me.”
“I-I… me? what? Wait, how do you know my name? ” Yoongi looks up at him confused and attempts to get back on his feet, legs feeling like they're made out of jelly.
“Well yes you did, judging by how well prepared everything is I would've expected you to know what would happen.” Hoseok answers, gesturing around him, a hint of annoyance in his voice although the overall tone is of amusement. He walks around the room briefly, kicking random objects on the floor, and ignoring the last question. Hoseok is picking up the book that had been thrown at his head when Yoongi manages to piece everything together into a story in his mind that makes both perfect sense and none at all.
“Wait, wait. You mean to tell me I, idiot Min Yoongi, actually managed to summon a demon? Like an actual demon? A /demon/ demon?”
“Yeah” Hoseok shrugs absentmindedly.
“Yeah” He hears Yoongi gently breathe out and is busy flicking through the pages of the book disinterestedly when he hears a sudden thud behind him. He turns around to find Yoongi on the floor again, except this time he's unconscious. Hoseok sighs and walks over to Yoongi. He nudges him on the side with his foot and scoffs when he receives no reaction.
“This place sucks, does he actually live here?” He thinks out loud as he takes a look around once again. A mouse runs against a wall and disappears around a corner, leaving tiny footsteps on the dust of the floor. “Yeah this is not very hygienic.”
So he decides then to use some of the abilities that come with being an entity of darkness and evil. He kneels down next to Yoongi with the intention of finding an address in his memories. He places a hand on Yoongi's arm and focuses. He would usually not feel any kind of remorse while going through human's memories, but for some reason he can't help but feel slightly guilty about going through Yoongi's. Not guilty enough to stop him but just enough to make him feel slightly uneasy about it.
Ages since he'd done it, and in his weird need to get it done as fast as possible Yoongi's memories overwhelm him. He lets go and scrambles back, he looks at Yoongi with wide eyes for a moment before he dares to touch him again. He does anyway, finding in Yoongi's memories the vision of his home. So Hoseok sighs relieved and picks him up in his arms, to which Yoongi only groans lightly in complaint. It’s cute, he thinks. Yoongi is dressed in all black, an assortment of chains around his neck and on his pants yet he’s so delicate. One could argue that perhaps it’s just that Hoseok thinks all humans look delicate but he’d say that’s not the case. Something about Yoongi makes him look soft, contrary to the clothes he’s wearing. Hoseok is glad Yoongi was the one to call him this time, he looks like fun. Hoseok makes his way to the front door of the house but as he's doing so he passes an old mirror and steps back to look at himself.
“Oh wow!” For a second he forgets he's holding Yoongi and drops him when he leans over to look at himself.
“Ugh, what the-” Hoseok panics when he notices Yoongi beginning to sit up a hand going straight to his aching head and forces him back to sleep with a snap of his fingers.
He groans himself, already tired of having to deal with the situation and rubs his temples. He then directs his attention back to his reflection on the mirror and he realizes it's no wonder Yoongi seemed so scared of him, he does look quite intimidating if he says so himself.
His gaze wanders to a portrait hanging next to the mirror and he smiles. The picture shows a posing couple, the man dressed in an elegant suit. Hoseok looks back over at his reflection, horns and wings gone, black eyes softer, height more adequate and a nice suit now covering his body. He fixes his hair slightly and smiles.
“Damn Hoseok, looking good!” He smirks to himself, running a hand through his hair. He stops checking himself out in the mirror when Yoongi mumbles something sleepily from the ground making him remember the task at hand. He picks Yoongi up, over his shoulder this time, and heads out into the mostly empty streets.