If You Think About Me, I Will Come Closer to You (Yoonseok)
Mr. Devil → 1
The moonlight hung heavy and silver over the forest, casting the ancient trees in a spectral, cerulean glow. A stream wound its way through the dense undergrowth, its waters babbling softly against moss-covered stones. A beautiful man, possessing two delicate cat ears and black eyes, emerged from the water like an angel. His face glowed with a radiant light, and his milky-white skin shimmered softly under the lunar luminescence. Anyone who saw him at that moment would be utterly captivated; he possessed an air so innocent that one might be tempted to steal him away.
As he stepped out of the flowing water, his feet were as delicate as flowers. When they touched the soft, damp earth, it felt as if Mother Earth herself was welcoming him home. He reached for the towel he had set aside earlier and began, with slow, gentle motions, to wipe the water from his hair and body.
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The memory of the battle was a blur of violence and adrenaline—the fierce clash between myself and my enemy, Xiang-Yang. We had traded blow for blow, a dance of steel and rage, but in the heat of the struggle, I tripped. I had already sustained heavy injuries, and the sickening impact of the fall against the hard ground was the last thing I felt before darkness took me.
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When I finally opened my eyes, the world was alien. I had no idea where I was, but the shifting, ethereal energy of the forest suggested I had somehow crossed the threshold into the realm of the Cat Demon Kingdom.
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There was no soul in sight, and I knew I couldn't remain stationary. I began to walk, my movements sluggish and painful, hoping to find a path out of this strange, glowing wood.
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As I pushed through the foliage, I heard a melody drifting through the air—someone was singing. I peered through the brush and caught sight of a beautiful man emerging from the water. I quickly averted my gaze, fighting the instinct to stare; he was completely naked, and it felt like a violation to look. Even so, I couldn't help but notice his feet—they sparkled like pearls against the dark earth. Though I could not see his face clearly, the sight of his back alone was mesmerizing. From his lithe build and the distinct cat ears perched atop his head, I knew instantly he was a denizen of this kingdom.
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It was wrong to watch him, so I forced myself to retreat. I could not go much further. I collapsed against the trunk of a massive tree, resting my head back against the bark and closing my eyes, praying for a moment of respite. My stomach throbbed with a white-hot agony—Xiang-Yang’s sword had found its mark, and the fall had only driven the blade deeper.
The stranger, broken by the weight of his wounds, lay unconscious beneath the shadow of the trees.
The cat demon, having heard the rustle of the stranger’s approach, grew nervous as he discovered the man collapsed in the dirt. He dropped the items he had been carrying and hurried over, kneeling in the moss before the fallen warrior. He reached out, tapping the stranger’s cheek with a soft, urgent grace.
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Wake up, ...*whispered, his voice like the chime of a bell*
There was no response. The cat demon leaned in, observing the stranger with newfound care. He noted the jagged horns protruding from the man’s forehead—it was clear this traveler did not belong to their realm. Beneath the metallic tang of blood, the stranger’s scent hit him: the unmistakable, commanding aura of an alpha.
Compelled by a sudden, protective instinct, the cat demon tapped his cheek once more.
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Mr. Devil… are you alright? Mr. Devil… wake up…
The alpha’s eyelids fluttered, heavy and labored, until they finally opened. He looked up, his gaze fixing on the cat demon. With a tremor of immense effort, he lifted a trembling, blood-stained hand and reached out, his fingertips brushing against the cat demon’s cheek.
The cat demon froze, startled and utterly confused by the gesture. As he stared at the crimson slicking the alpha’s skin, he instinctively reached out and caught the man’s hand in his own.
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I… *gasped, his voice raspy with pain*
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I… knew… you would come…
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Ah… *breathed, his brow furrowed*
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I don’t understand what you mean.
He began to frantically examine the stranger’s body, his heart sinking as the gravity of the situation set in. The man was shredded by wounds, his stomach bleeding heavily, dark and deep.
The cat demon murmured to himself, his expression hardening with resolve.
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I need to treat him… but how will I carry him?
He moved back, his form shimmering as he shed his human skin to take the shape of his true cat form. He turned his gaze toward the depths of the forest and whispered a soft, melodic spell. A faint, golden light erupted from his fur, wrapping around his body like a shroud. Moments later, he returned to his human form, his posture straightened, infused with a sudden, supernatural strength. With a grunt of effort, he hoisted the injured alpha onto his back, carrying him easily into the heart of the woods.
The cat-eared man arrived at his home, a rustic dwelling nestled within the quiet embrace of the woods, all the while carefully supporting the dead weight of the injured alpha. He reached the threshold and gently sat the stranger down beside the entrance, his brow furrowed in concentration, before he moved to open the wooden door.
Once inside, the air was warm and smelled faintly of earth and dried herbs. He moved toward the bed, carrying the unconscious man with the practiced ease of someone used to the forest’s trials, and laid him down as carefully as a falling leaf.
Before turning to leave in search of supplies, the cat demon hesitated. He stood by the bedside for a long, silent moment, his expression darkening with a grave, focused seriousness. He knew the risks of waiting; he reached out and began to remove the alpha’s torn, blood-matted clothes to properly assess the damage. As the fabric fell away, his heart sank—the wounds were far worse than he had initially feared, with dark, crimson blood still slowly seeping from several jagged gashes.
Working with rhythmic, practiced speed, he tore strips of clean cloth and began to bind the worst of the bleeding areas. His hands moved with a tender, almost reverent touch, yet there was a desperate urgency in his motions, his sole focus centered on staunching the flow of life from the stranger’s body.
After finishing the temporary treatment, he stepped back, wiping a smudge of blood from his own hand. He glanced at the unconscious alpha once more, a shadow of genuine worry flickering in his dark eyes. The silence of the room felt heavy, and the weight of the stranger’s fate seemed to hang in the air.
He murmured softly, his voice a promise whispered to the still form.
With one last lingering look at the bed, he turned on his heel and stepped out of the house, disappearing into the twilight to gather the rare, healing herbs needed to mend the wounds and save the man’s life.
The cat-eared man—whether he was truly a demon or simply a beautiful, ethereal being—hurried through the darkened forest. He moved with grace and purpose, his eyes scanning the damp undergrowth for the specific herbs required to staunch the wounds of the injured alpha, or devil, he had left behind in his cabin.
Suddenly, a violent crack of thunder roared across the sky, shaking the very ground beneath his feet and echoing through the trees like the wrath of a god.
Startled by the sudden onslaught of noise, the cat demon flinched, his shoulders hunching as he tightly squeezed his eyes shut. His hands were already full, overflowing with the precious, medicinal greenery he had spent so long searching for, leaving him unable to properly cover his ears against the deafening boom. The concussive sound made him tremble slightly, a small, involuntary shiver running down his spine, but he did not stop.
He forced his feet to keep moving, the angelic-looking man quickly gathering the last of the necessary herbs as he spotted them. His movements became faster, his steps more urgent. He knew he could not afford to waste a single heartbeat—the alpha’s condition was grave, and time was a luxury they did not have.
The angelic-looking cat boy raced through the forest, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision, while the relentless thunder and jagged flashes of lightning rattled his very soul. An ominous, cold feeling twisted deep in his gut—a warning he couldn't name.
Suddenly, a massive, deafening crack of thunder tore through the sky, shaking the ancient trees to their roots.
Startled, he let out a sharp scream of pure terror. In his panic, he dropped the precious bag of herbs he had worked so hard to collect. His heart stopped for a beat, but thankfully, he had tied the satchel tightly; it landed with a soft thud on the moss, its contents miraculously safe.
As he scrambled to bend down and retrieve it, a strange, disembodied voice slithered through the rustling leaves, echoing all around him.
(Background – Female Voice)
Don’t help him… you will get hurt later… he is a monster
The cat boy’s breath hitched. He clutched the bag to his chest, his eyes wide and shimmering with tears as he began to shout into the dark expanse of the woods.
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Stop…! Aahh…! Get out of here…! Stop talking…!
His body shook violently, a combination of the chilling wind and the supernatural dread clinging to the air. With a final, desperate sob, he snatched the bag from the ground and forced his legs to move, sprinting blindly toward the safety of his home. Fear gripped him so tightly that he didn’t dare to look back, refusing to turn his head no matter what phantom whispers or shifting shadows pursued him through the trees.
While the alpha lay unconscious, a dark, intrusive voice echoed within the sanctuary of his mind. It disturbed him to his very core, causing his body to shift restlessly against the sheets, as if he were trapped in the suffocating grip of a nightmare. Outside, the storm raged on; thunder roared and lightning flashed, casting jagged, rhythmic shadows across the room that only added to his terror.
(Background – Female Voice)
Female Voice (in the alpha’s dream): You will hurt him… he will fall in love with you… and because of you… he will suffer even more…
A deafening crack of thunder followed, shaking the walls of the small wooden cabin. The alpha struggled, his brows furrowing deep in agony as he fought to pull himself toward wakefulness.
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…no… *murmured weakly, his voice a broken rasp*
At that moment, the angelic cat boy hurried into the room, his breath hitching as he saw the stranger’s distress. Because he lived alone and possessed only one bedroom, he had placed the alpha upon his own bed. Seeing the man thrashing in the throes of his vision, the cat boy rushed to his side and reached out, gently clasping the alpha’s hand in his own.
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It’s okay… calm down… *whispered, his voice a soft balm against the storm*
But the alpha did not settle. Another sudden, violent thunderclap echoed directly overhead, rattling the furniture. Startled, the cat demon flinched, and out of pure, reflexive fear, he instinctively clutched onto the alpha for comfort.
Slowly, the alpha’s breathing evened out, and he finally grew still. The cat boy carefully pulled his hand away, his own heart still racing in his chest. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he turned his focus back to his duty. He began to treat the wounds properly, removing the makeshift bandages he had applied earlier and gently massaging soothing herbal oil into the jagged injuries.
The process was difficult—the alpha’s body was dense with muscle, remaining tense even in his unconscious state—but the cat boy worked with infinite patience. He wrapped fresh, clean bandages around the man, ensuring every wound was covered with precision. Finally, he paused, gazing down at the stranger’s face for a long, lingering moment.
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I hope this helps… *murmured softly*
The cat boy realized with a small sigh that he had no clothes that would fit the large alpha. Instead, he covered him with a thick, heavy blanket, tucking it in tight to ensure he wouldn't catch a chill in the damp night air. Once he was certain the alpha was warm and stable, the cat demon quietly wrapped himself in another blanket and stepped away, leaving the injured man to rest in the quiet dimness of the room.
The handsome cat-eared man, sat tucked into the warmth of his blanket, his nose buried in an old, leather-bound book. The soft, golden glow of candlelight flickered in the room, reflecting off his features and making his skin seem to shine with a gentle, ethereal light. His lips moved almost imperceptibly as he traced the lines of the story, the scene saturated in a tranquil beauty.
Suddenly, a sixth sense pricked at his skin. He felt a heavy, looming presence standing just behind him. Slowly, a prickle of fear creeping up his spine, he began to turn—
A jagged bolt of lightning illuminated the cabin, and he jumped, a sharp, terrified scream escaping his throat.
He clutched a hand to his chest, his heart hammering against his ribs, only to realize the source of his fright was none other than the alpha, standing like a statue in the shadows.
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God… Mr. Devil, you scared me… *exhaled, his breathing ragged*
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I need to go to the bathroom, ...*alpha replied, his voice devoid of any emotion*
The kitten set his book aside and gently guided the injured man to the bathroom. A short time later, wanting to provide comfort, the cat demon brought him a blanket and handed him the book he had been reading, mindful that the alpha had expressed a wish not to be left alone.
As The Cat slid the book across the table, the alpha stared blankly at his face, his expression unreadable.
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Read this, Mr. Devil. You’ll like the story, ...*offered with a small, encouraging smile*
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I don’t want to, ...*replied quietly*
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Huu… okay, then what else do you want?
The alpha said nothing. He simply held Yoongi’s gaze, staring intently at the beautiful man standing before him.
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Uh… is there something on my face? ...*shifting uncomfortably*
The alpha finally broke the stare, looking down to place the book in front of himself.
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Uh… what? ...*genuinely confused*
Hoseok
My name is Hoseok, ...*stated, still refusing to look up*
Yoongi
Ah… sorry, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself… My name is Yoongi.
Hoseok
*hummed, a thoughtful sound*... How could I ever forget your name…
Yoongi
Mr. Hosa— *paused, stumbling over the syllables*
Hoseok
It’s Hoseok, ...*corrected, his eyes remaining on the pages*
Yoongi
Aaah… Hosoyk! ...*chirped, sounding thrilled by the attempt*
Hoseok
*sighed, though his tone remained dry*... It’s Hose—never mind. Call me whatever you want.
Yoongi
Then I’ll call you Mr. Devil, ...*decided firmly*
Hoseok continued reading, though a faint, nearly invisible smile ghosted across his lips.
Yoongi
Mr. Devil, how is your body now? Do you feel pain anywhere?... *concern deepening*
Yoongi
💭He doesn't talk much… such bad manners, ...*expression settling into a cute, frustrated pout*
Yoongi
Mr. Devil, are you hungry?
Yoongi
What does ‘maybe’ mean?... *confusion evident*
Hoseok
Take it however you want.
Yoongi
*let out a long-suffering sigh*... Okay… I’ll cook.
Hoseok remained in the quiet room, the only sound the rustling of pages and the rhythmic drumming of rain against the window. Yoongi retreated to the kitchen, unaware of the irony—the alpha, his savior, was completely oblivious to the fact that the person cooking for him was currently paralyzed with terror at the sound of the storm outside.
Another massive thunderclap rattled the cabin.
Inside the kitchen, a sudden, sharp sound of shattering ceramic echoed through the house.
Yoongi screamed, the sound of a pot crashing to the floor punctuating his fear. Hearing the chaos, Hoseok didn't hesitate; he shoved the book aside and immediately stood up, rushing toward the kitchen to investigate.
(A/N: If you want to read this like Wattpad style, i published in Wattpad too. This is available in YouTube too.)
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Mr. Devil → 2
The night was quiet, save for the dying embers in the hearth and the distant, rhythmic patter of rain against the windowpane.
Yoongi sat at the small wooden table, busily eating his meal.
Yoongi
Nom… nom… *murmured, his cheeks slightly puffed*
Hoseok sat opposite him, his dark gaze fixed firmly on the cat-eared man, watching every small movement with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. Yoongi eventually noticed the stare and paused, his fork hovering mid-air.
Yoongi
Wha— *nom*… what *nom* happened, Mr. Devil?
Hoseok
*didn't blink*... Eat first.
Yoongi gulped down his mouthful, a faint flush rising to his cheeks.
Yoongi
Okay… why aren’t you eating?
Hoseok’s eyes dipped, lingering on the soft curve of Yoongi’s lips.
Yoongi
*froze, his eyes widening in alarm*...😰 M-Mr. Devil… are you going to eat me?
Hoseok
💭Why is he so innocent… *a flicker of irritation crossing his features*
Hoseok
Not like what you’re thinking, ...*voice dropping an octave*
Hoseok
I’m not going to eat you.
Hoseok
If we keep talking like this… I might lose control.
Yoongi’s eyes welled with sudden moisture, his hands trembling where they gripped the table.
Yoongi
🥺Mr. Devil… please don’t kill me…
Hoseok’s brow furrowed. He hated the sight of Yoongi’s fear—it felt like a sharp blade against his own conscience—and the fact that the kitten couldn't grasp his meaning only served to heighten his growing frustration.
Hoseok
Listen, kitten. I’m not going to kill you, okay?
Yoongi
🥺But you said you would eat me… and that you can’t control yourself… *whispered, his voice hitching*
Hoseok let out a sharp, impatient breath and knocked the table lightly with his knuckles.
Yoongi flinched, startled by the sudden sound. Before he could react, Hoseok pushed his chair back and moved closer, closing the distance between them until he was looming over the smaller man. Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. He felt a sudden, frantic thrumming in his chest—a sensation of overwhelming vulnerability he hadn’t felt since he lost his parents.
Without another word, Hoseok leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Yoongi’s.
Yoongi went completely rigid, his mind going blank. He didn’t fully understand the act, but as the warmth of the alpha’s touch settled over him, he found he didn’t hate it at all.
Hoseok
💭Shit… what am I doing? He’s too innocent…
Hoseok thought, the realization hitting him hard. He pulled away just as quickly as he had leaned in.
Yoongi
*slowly opened his eyes, blinking in a daze*... Mr. Devil… what did you just do?
Hoseok
Sorry, kitty… I didn’t mean to go that far.
Yoongi touched his fingers to his own lips, his expression one of guileless wonder.
Hoseok
💭God… why is he so cute? This is getting difficult…
Hoseok gripped the edge of the table, struggling to maintain his composure.
Yoongi
Mr. Devil, what was that?... *genuinely curious*
Hoseok
It’s called a kiss.
A spark of recognition lit up Yoongi’s eyes.
Yoongi
Ah! I heard my parents talk about this before…
Hoseok
*stiffened, feeling a flash of awkwardness*... It’s not good to listen to your parents’ private conversations, kitten.
Yoongi
But my mom said… we only kiss the person we love, ...*voice bright with the discovery*
Hoseok
*looked at him, his expression softening despite himself*... That’s true.
Yoongi tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching as he looked at the alpha.
Yoongi
Then… do you love me?
Hoseok
*chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound in his chest*... Maybe.
Yoongi murmured, tilting his head the other way, his brow furrowed in deep, honest confusion as he tried to decipher the answer.
The deep velvet of night had settled fully over the small cottage. Inside the dimly lit room, Hoseok looked at the single bed and then back at the cat-eared man.
Hoseok
Kitten, you sleep on the bed, I’ll lie on the floor... *firmly*
Yoongi shook his head, his ears twitching in disagreement.
Yoongi
No, you sleep on the bed.
Hoseok
Then where will you sleep? ...*brow arching in curiosity*
Yoongi
*offered a shy, playful smile*... I’ll sleep with you too.
Hoseok went silent, his expression becoming unreadable. Seeing the hesitation, Yoongi tilted his head.
Yoongi
Why? Don’t you want to?
Hoseok
No, kitten… sleeping with strangers is wrong, ...*explained patiently*
Yoongi
But I know you, ...*countered simply*
Hoseok
Still… sleeping with an alpha is not right.
Yoongi
*paused, blinking his large eyes*... Are you an alpha?
Yoongi
Then I won’t sleep with you… but you’re hurt, so you have to sleep on the bed, ...*insisted, his voice softening with concern*
Yoongi
*interrupted him with a cute, exaggerated pout*... Alpha, please…
Hoseok
*eyes widened in genuine shock*... You shouldn’t call me that.
Yoongi
*face fell into a frown*... But you said I can call you whatever I want.
Hoseok
Yes, Yoongi… but ‘alpha’ is what you call your mate, ...*tone turning serious*
Hoseok
Even if I am an alpha, you should only use that for your mate.
Yoongi
Mate? ...*repeated, the word foreign on his tongue*
Hoseok
A mate is someone the Moon God gives you on your eighteenth birthday.
Yoongi
What will they do then?... *curiosity piqued*
Hoseok
*looked toward the window*... I don’t know exactly. Whether they’re good or bad depends… but you shouldn’t blame the Moon God.
Yoongi
Why? If they’re bad, then it’s his fault! ...*huffed, crossing his arms indignantly*
A small grin broke across Hoseok’s face. He reached out, gently grabbing Yoongi’s nose and shaking it lightly.
Hoseok
Kitten, you don’t understand. The Moon God gives the right person… but he can’t control their heart.
He let go, watching Yoongi rub his nose.
Yoongi
Bad people… *muttered under his breath*
Hoseok
Yes… but not everyone, ...*added with a soft chuckle*
Yoongi looked down at his lap, a trace of sadness in his voice.
Yoongi
Mr. Devil… I’m already thirty-one, but the Moon God hasn’t given me a mate. Does that mean he hates me?
Hoseok
*gaze softened considerably*... No, Yoongi. If you don’t have a mate after eighteen, it could mean your mate hasn’t found your scent yet… or the Moon God is still waiting to choose the right one for you.
Yoongi
Really?... *looked up, hope shimmering in his blue eyes*
Hoseok
Yes, ...*assured him*... Now, let’s sleep.
Hoseok interrupted, finally giving in to the kitten's persistence.
Hoseok
You can sleep with me.
Yoongi
*beamed at him*... Thank you, Mr. Devil
They both climbed onto the bed, settling on opposite sides with a careful distance between them. However, as the house fell into a deep silence, Yoongi began to roll slowly in his sleep. Bit by bit, the distance closed until he ended up pressed right beside Hoseok.
Feeling the warmth, Hoseok stirred. In his half-asleep state, he didn't pull away; instead, he instinctively reached out, pulling the small cat boy into his arms and holding him close. Together, held in a warm embrace, the two finally drifted into a quiet and peaceful sleep.
The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of the Cat Demon Kingdom, painting the forest floor in streaks of gold. Near a secluded, shimmering pond, the air was still and cool.
Hoseok let out a long, weary yawn, his muscles still stiff from the previous day's ordeal.
Hoseok
Yoongi... I’m so sleepy.
Yoongi, however, was already wide awake, his eyes bright with purpose.
Yoongi
Mr. Devil, if you bathe in this pool, all your body pain will go away.
Hoseok
I don't feel like taking a shower right now,
Hoseok grumbled, leaning back against a mossy stone.
Not one to be ignored, Yoongi reached out and playfully scratched Hoseok’s arm.
Hoseok
Ugh... I'm burning up! What are you doing, kitten?
Hoseok hissed, though there was more surprise than anger in his voice.
Yoongi didn't back down. He held up his hand, letting his sharp nails slide out just a fraction.
Yoongi
Listen to me. If you don't...
Hoseok
*chuckled, putting up his hands in mock surrender*... No, no! I'm taking a shower.
As Hoseok began to strip away his clothes, Yoongi watched with wide, unabashed curiosity. He didn't look away, his gaze tracing the powerful lines of the alpha's frame. Noting the intense stare, Hoseok flashed a confident smirk.
Yoongi nodded his head fast, mesmerized.
Hoseok
Do you want to know?... *voice dropping to a low rumble*
Yoongi
Yes, Mr. Devil, ...*whispered*
Following the invitation, Yoongi reached out, his small hands tentatively fondling Hoseok’s large, muscular body. Hoseok let out a low breath, closing his eyes and savoring every touch, every unintentional thrust of Yoongi’s hand as the kitten explored the unfamiliar strength of an alpha.
Yoongi
Mr. Devil, I want a body like yours, ...*voice filled with genuine admiration*
Hoseok opened one eye, smirking down at the innocent creature.
Hoseok
Okay then... I want to come inside you, kitten.
Yoongi’s ears perked up, his face lighting up with excitement.
Yoongi
Really? Come inside me now! I want to become like you.
Hoseok winced slightly, his expression turning strained.
Yoongi
Devil, say something, ...*prodded*
Hoseok
*cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure*... Where are you going to bathe, kitten?
Yoongi
Here, ...*answered simply, gesturing to the water*
Hoseok went silent, his mind racing.
Hoseok
💭Is he talking knowingly or not?
Hoseok
But I told you before, ...*tone turning protective*
Hoseok
that your mate is the only one who can see your body without clothes.
Yoongi
*face fell slightly as he remembered*... Sorry. You take a bath then, and I will take a shower after.
Hoseok
Okay. You go hide and wait, ...*instructed, pointing toward a thicket of ferns*
Hoseok
I'll call you after I finish taking a shower.
Yoongi
But why?... *tilting his head*
Hoseok let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.
Hoseok
Because, Yoongi... I still don't have a mate.
Yoongi murmured, finally turning to head into the brush, leaving the alpha to the solitude of the healing waters.
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Mr. Devil → 3
A few minutes later - Bedroom
A few minutes later, the two found themselves back in the warmth of the small bedroom. Yoongi began to gather his things, his movements efficient yet careful as he checked his supplies.
Yoongi
Mr. Devil, I’m going to pick some herbs. I’ll leave you here,
Yoongi stated, his tone firm with a hint of maternal authority.
Yoongi
Until then, don’t follow me—your wounds are still healing.
Hoseok leaned back against the headboard, a playful glint in his dark eyes.
Yoongi’s ears flicked with a trace of annoyance, a small huff escaping him.
Hoseok simply smiled, a genuine expression of amusement crossing his face as he lay down on the bed, watching the cat boy disappear through the door.
However, the moment the latch clicked shut and Yoongi’s footsteps faded into the distance, Hoseok’s expression slowly shifted. The playful light died in his eyes, replaced by a sharp, predatory focus. The air in the room felt different—he sensed that something wasn't right. The forest was too quiet, or perhaps the energy he had felt in his nightmare was beginning to bleed into reality.
Frowning slightly, Hoseok ignored the dull ache in his side and pushed himself up from the mattress. He slipped out of the house like a ghost, his nostrils flaring as he began to follow Yoongi’s path. He moved through the brush with silent precision, quietly inhaling the sweet, distinctive scent of the kitten to track him through the deep, shadows of the wood.
The forest was draped in an unsettling stillness as Yoongi hummed a soft melody to himself, his fingers dancing through the undergrowth as he plucked the necessary herbs. The air felt heavy, charged with a strange energy that made the fine hairs on his arms stand up.
He paused for a moment and looked up at the sky, where the pale disc of the moon was already beginning to assert itself against the fading light.
Yoongi
Today is a full moon… *murmured, his ears twitching nervously*
Yoongi
That’s why I’m hearing so many strange sounds. I should leave soon.
Yoongi’s movements became more focused, his hands moving with hurried precision. Within minutes, his bag was full, and he turned to make his way back to the safety of the cottage.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across his path. A very tall and handsome man appeared directly in front of him. Yoongi froze, his breath catching in his throat. This stranger had horns—jagged and dark—just like Hoseok.
Yoongi tilted his head back, slowly tracing the man’s towering height until their eyes met.
Yoongi
Who are you?... *brow furrowed in curiosity*
The stranger, Namjoon, stared down at him, his initial expression one of cold intensity.
(A/N: This is how namjoon look like)
He thought, the word echoing unbidden in his mind. He shook his head quickly to clear the distraction.
Namjoon
💭No, Namjoon, you have Jinie… and this boy, he looks like someone I know.
Namjoon’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the cat-eared boy.
Yoongi
Why are you looking at me like that?
Yoongi questioned, shifting his bag of herbs closer to his chest.
Namjoon
Because you look like… Min, ...*replied, his voice deep and gravelly*
Yoongi
Yes, I’m Min, ...*said simply*
Namjoon’s eyes widened, his stoic mask slipping for a split second.
Yoongi
Yes, my name is Yoongi, but my family name is Min… so I’m Min,
He explained, wondering why the stranger seemed so surprised by a simple name.
Namjoon muttered, his expression flattening back into a frown.
Yoongi
Who are you looking for?... *asked, venturing a step forward*
Yoongi
You look like the Mr. Devil in my house.
Namjoon
*stiffened*... Is he really at your house?
Yoongi replied, his voice laced with a sudden, protective reluctance.
Namjoon
You made a big mistake, you know that, ...*gravely*
Yoongi
*shook his head, his eyes defiant*... No.
Namjoon
💭Doesn’t he even know how dangerous this is…
Namjoon thought, looking at the boy's guileless face. He knew he couldn't leave someone so innocent involved with the alpha he was searching for.
Yoongi
What?... *asked, sensing the tension*
Without another word, Namjoon reached out and grabbed Yoongi’s hand in a firm, iron-like grip.
Namjoon
You should come with me.
Yoongi
Where?... *cried out, trying to pull back*
Namjoon
Come to my house,
Namjoon insisted, his grip tightening as he began to lead the cat boy away.
In a flash of instinct, Yoongi’s claws extended, slicing across the stranger’s skin to break the hold. He gasped as Namjoon let go, the sudden violence of the encounter leaving both of them reeling in the darkening woods.
Hoseok’s voice tore through the heavy silence of the forest, filled with a raw, mounting panic.
He pushed through the dense undergrowth, his eyes scanning the shifting shadows for any sign of the cat boy. Every second felt like an eternity as the dread in his chest tightened.
Hoseok
Kitten… where are you?!
Suddenly, a loud, familiar voice echoed from somewhere nearby, shattering the quiet of the woods.
Hoseok
WHAT HAPPENED…?! KITTY…!
Hearing the cry, Hoseok’s expression changed instantly, his features hardening into a mask of pure, lethal intent. He didn't need to think; his instincts took over completely. Without wasting a second, he pivoted and ran at full speed toward the direction of the voice, the forest blurring around him as he raced to reach Yoongi.
Hoseok emerged from the dense forest a few minutes later, finally arriving at the clearing where Namjoon and Yoongi were locked in a tense standoff. A flash of genuine surprise crossed his features for a fleeting moment before his face settled into a cold, unreadable mask.
Hoseok
What’s going on here?... *demanded, his voice low and dangerous*
Both Namjoon and Yoongi turned to look at him, though neither broke their hold. Yoongi stood with his sharp claws pressed threateningly against Namjoon, while Namjoon stood firm, his hand tangled tightly in Yoongi’s hair.
Hoseok
First, both of you—get up, ...*ordered sharply*
Obeying the command, they both stood and released each other.
Hoseok
What is this?... *asked, his gaze darting between the two*
Instantly, Namjoon and Yoongi pointed fingers at one another in accusation.
Namjoon
He’s the one scratching me, and I haven’t even hit him!... *argued defensively*
Yoongi
He’s the one who grabbed my hand and asked me to come with him, ...*countered, his ears flat against his head*
Hoseok turned his stern gaze toward Namjoon, who simply stuck out his tongue in a playful, defiant gesture.
Yoongi
I don’t know who he is, Mr. Devil, and he touched me without my permission, ...*voice trembling with indignation*
Hoseok
Okay, ...*replied simply*
Hoseok closed his eyes for a single, heavy moment. When his eyelids snapped open—
A violent, bone-shaking sound echoed through the woods. Startled by the sudden display of power, Yoongi let out a small cry and immediately threw his arms around Hoseok, hugging him tightly for safety.
Slowly, Yoongi opened his eyes, peeking over Hoseok’s shoulder to look at Namjoon.
Yoongi
😰M-Mr. D-Devil… *whispered, his voice full of shock and fear*
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