gumiho?!jin ?? what the fuck is this
whoops my hand slipped goodbye self-control ALSO 15 MINUTES UNTIL THE COMEBACK RIP EVERYONE
“A human girl in this
forest…” the voice trailed, and your eyes strained to peer through the darkness
until a figure emerged, a curl to his lips and a glint in his slitted eyes that
spelt mischief. “You must be truly desperate to come to me for help, girl.”
You gulped, tilting your chin so that you didn’t cower; he
was right, you were desperate. Were the
circumstances not so dire you never would have stepped foot into this god-forsaken
forest. But, regrettably, you needed help—his
help, as it was, and as you stood there trying not to tremble under the weight
of his aura you had to swallow the rest of your pride in preparation for what
you had to ask.
“I am,” you admitted, seeing no point in attempting to hide
it when he was a creature beyond your years and abilities and could no doubt tell
whether you wanted him to or not. “There is something I need your help with,
something I know you can do, that
human healers can’t.”
“Human healers?” the creature echoed curiously, head tilting
and curled, flaxen locks shifting with the movement. You could tell you’d
piqued his interest with your words. “As I recall, your human healers have made
quite the advancements in medicine in recent years… what could you possibly
need my help with?”
“My friend,” you answered, teeth finding your lip as for the
first time since you’d stepped in here, you doubted your decision. “He’s… he’s
dying, as we speak. Nothing they’re trying is working, and… I know it’s not
going to work because what he’s sick with isn’t… from a natural cause.”
The creature’s eyes gleamed, his form taking a curious two
steps closer. “Oh?”
You swallowed, knowing he wanted to know exactly what you’d
done to get you and your friend into such a situation. You knew, that he knew
that you had something to do with whatever state had fallen upon your friend.
You closed your eyes for a moment, steeling yourself; you had a distinct
feeling the creature was going to mock you for your foolishness.
“We went exploring, not long ago, in an area where… we have been
told not to go,” you averted your gaze from the shining gold of the creature’s
eyes. “There was a cave, and we went in, and deep inside, there was a flower.
It was so pretty, and it glowed, and…”
The creature cooed, realisation that bordered on mockery
colouring his tone, “Ah, your friend touched it, didn’t he?” he tsked, clicking
his tongue against the roof of his mouth before it darted out to wet full lips.
“Silly humans, you should know better than to touch glowing blossoms that grow
in pits of shadows.”
You had nothing to say to that, knowing he was right. You’d ignored
the charge in the air, the ominous pressure against the back of your neck, when
you had ventured into that cave with Hoseok. You’d entered, ignoring your
intuition, and now he was paying the price for it. He’d just wanted the flower
to give to his sister—her hospital room was so barren and dry, he’d only wanted
to splash some life into it.
And now he had a room of his own and his parents were
distraught that in less than a day he’d been reduced to a worse state than his
sister ever had.
You didn’t have words to properly encapsulate the guilt you now
felt. You had been the one to suggest
going out, you had been the one who
suggested entering the cave. You couldn’t let Hoseok suffer for your mistakes,
your foolishness—it wasn’t fair.
So you swallowed your pride, and spoke once more.
“I’m willing to do anything,” you managed, hating how your
throat began to constrict around the words and your voice grew choked. “Anything
it takes, for you to save him.”
The creature’s eyes gleamed
at your words, at how easily you were offering yourself up to him, the sheer
surrender and acceptance in your posture and features. Never, had prey come to
him so easily before.
“You are aware there is a price?” he queried, growing
slightly closer. Your heart began to thud and race heavily against your ribcage
as the reality of what you were doing sank in. “For something like this, the
cost is not small…”
“I’m aware,” you affirmed, nodding. “I’m willing to do
whatever I have to, so long as he is alive and well.”
There was a moment of silence as the creature surveyed you,
eyes sweeping in a scorching wave over your form. Then his lips tugged back,
corners curling, and he was grinning at you like the cat that ate the canary.
“Then come closer, and I shall seal the deal,” he spoke, and
at the danger lurking in the depths of his tone your whole body cried, screamed with the urge to turn on your
heel and leave, to run away as fast as your legs could take you. But you didn’t
You stepped closer, gulping as the creature held out its
hand; claws, glossy and sharp, curved from his fingertips, large palm awaiting
“You cannot go back after this, girl,” he almost purred, and
if your heart weren’t already beating as fast as it could then you didn’t doubt
it would have sped up some more. “Deals with such weight cannot be reversed. You will be stuck with the consequences.”
“Just do it,” your voice couldn’t grow above a murmur, rough
as it escaped your throat. Fear began to creep along your limbs and you wished
he would just do what he had to do before you could second guess yourself any
The creature grinned, and as your hand fell into his he grasped
it tightly and tugged you forward; his claws pinched the skin of your waist and
you hardly had even a moment to process as plush lips were upon yours and your
body began to ache and burn. A peculiar fire, deep like lava, crawled up your
spine, the area below your ribs throbbing. You’d heard of things like this,
things demons like this creature used
to seal their deals. A soul kiss, where his lips would scorch a mark upon the pristine
expanse of your soul and signify that as per the deal, you’d given yourself to
him to face the consequences of your actions.
His tongue darted to press ever so softly against yours, and
your eyes fluttered shut as darkness began to crawl over your vision and odd tingling
settled in your limbs. It didn’t take you long to pass from the waking realm
into subconsciousness, falling slack in the demon’s arms.
You’d find out soon just what the repercussions of a deal
like this would be.