7th floor

@〈 jung jinsoul 〉sɔ "ing imbeciles" the damned prince utters out under a sharp breath, his strides, impatient and heavy, leading his exasperated self through the bustling office floors. the gossamer of his bleached tresses bouncing lightly against his scalp, a bemused scowl painting over his features. it was another long day at work, the never-ending string of task and documents that need to be monitored by the demon of wrath truly left him enervated. he was forced to remove himself from the welcoming confines of his desk and trudge away towards one of the many floors that need his supervision. here he was again, storming down the corridors, tasked with once again tying up the loose ends of the company.

it didn't take long before the tranquility of the 7th floor was defiled and compromised by the princes' bestial growl, one that ades with both animosity and fatigue. "are you lots so ing daft and inept that I have to pay your floor a visit every ing week? this is the third complaint letter I've received and honestly, I'm finding it quite a waste of my time having to come here, the very sight of your pathetic, wretched faces buried within your computer makes me want to set the whole floor on fire". infuriated, a heavy palm soon comes into contact with one of the many desks that decorated the office floor as the male slams his hand down. his gaze shifting onto the female within his line of sight. "you better pray that your work is on par or I'll slam that pretty face of yours through that very monitor." he offers up a complacent grin as he seated himself upon an occupied desk.

[] uwu sorry if its kinda short shbhbfg i didn't know what to write for a starter

@〈 lim sungjin 〉ʇʞɹɯ to say that minghao was near his breaking point would be an understatement especially with sungjin provoking and teasing him with with every second passing by, he absolutely hates how persistent the other is. "i assure you that it won't be happening anytime soon," he hissed, if this was occurring outside his workplace, he could have decapitated him on the spot. "oh shut up," he muttered in irritation whilst rolling his eyes on the other, the words ' you' as his original come back died on his throat when he realized that sungjin would be able to use his own words against him, he's that clever with wordplay, speaking of wordplay. sungjin's reply made him snap, his left hand curling into a fist with his fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm, enough for it to draw blood, and underneath his sleeves and turtle neck were skin with veins sticking out looking as if they're ready to pop. does he think minghao's that stupid to fall for his words of nonsense? honestly though, is he doing this on purpose to rile up his anger? the taller was now being obvious that this 'is' really on purpose not to mention that he enjoys the reactions the demon of envy was giving. if getting angry is what he want to see as minghao's reaction for his statement then he'll do exactly the opposite because two can play this game. as he tries to calm himself down, 'thinking happy thoughts' before letting out a deep sigh. his fist uncurling with the wound on his palm immediately healing, only leaving stains of blood, dark orbs made eye contact with the other male and lips splits up to show a smile that's bright and wide that it reaches his eyes. throughout the years being in his job, he mastered the art of acting. he was able to act out that he was nice and sweet especially towards his clients, not many could read him through since he knows how to confuse a demon who can detect emotions. "how silly of me to think of that.. maybe i am a ? sorry to think of it that way, sungjin." he even changed the tone of his voice, it became gentle and sweet like earlier when he was on the phone with some customer. "i kinda changed my mind maybe i do, i mean i was or 'am' stressed after all and i guess you're right about that, i should be thanking you by then." he forced out a genuine-sounding chuckle, "i see.. well how about you start doing something instead of talking then? maybe i'll let you do whatever you want with me." minghao wants to punch himself on the face with every word leaving his mouth, but he's got a plan on mind on how to get away from him, he'll go with the flow before pushing sungjin away as well as run as fast as he can to get away. "shall we get out of here?"

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ sungjin hates to admit it but even the scale plastered on minghao's face was pretty, there was something about that he couldn't take seriously, he seemed almost too childlike (grumpy in the sense that he probably hasn't slept or eaten enough like a baby). "you're a feisty one aren't you? it's okay, i'll just wait until you give into me." now he was really playing with fire, sungjin can't help but rile him up - each and every one of his reactions were surprisingly satisfying to witness. "aw thanks babe, you're so nice. love you." he chimes back in response, playfully patting his thigh before making it his duty to rest his cheek against his arm, hair tousled and unkempt as he leans over. he's well aware of the latter's strength but if he tried, he could easily outdo him. although it's better he saves his energy for things he likes- scratch that, loves. exemplar, . "well aren't you a little , xu minghao? you see there's a difference between me wanting to sleep with you and me wanting to actually sleep, with you. it seems you've misunderstood my intentions, i simply wanted to spend my night with you asleep in my arms. no ual intentions whatsoever, unless you wanted to do so that is." the corners of sungjin's lips curve up into a prideful smirk, , how badly he needed to see the other's response. if he gets angrier, that's good. if he sheds a few tears, that's even better. and if he's left absolutely speechless, he'd go ahead and get himself fired from his job right on the spot (which proved to be anything but a difficult task for him, especially since his bosses loved him oh so much) to be completely honest, he doesn't entirely know what he wants from minghao and he hasn't exactly thought through what he wants to do but it's best to just make something up, anything plausible will do at this rate. "by releasing your anger out on me, you're already on your way to feeling much better." he wasn't wrong, and he doesn't need statistics to know that it's true. sungjin considers for a second, he might actually be a genius. "i told you i'd make you feel good, have more faith in me baby."

@〈 lim sungjin 〉ʇʞɹɯ with the pet name being spoken once more, the scowl he has deepens, if he was in the mood he'll let it pass but he was beyond stressed that all he wanted to do was rip the male limb by limb and maybe even throw him to the pit since it was once a suggestion by an administrator and he'll gladly do so since he has permission to do it but not now, not yet. he couldn't help but snort once more when the other said to smile, how can he smile at a time like this? he was stressed and this man in front of him isn't even helping at all, not even the slightest bit. "you think you could take care of me? listen, as much as how 'nice' your offer is but no, not now. not ever." he went straight to the point, what? you think he'll go sugar-coat his words? of course not. minghao watches sungjin get off from his current sit, now on the floor and near him with his arms on minghao's lap, he wants to kick him right there but he couldn't, with his strength despite his lanky and petite figure, he was able to kick this giant flirt away but it'll mess up the wall and not to mention other computers and work stations but he decided to let him be, for now. "jesus ing christ you're so lame and annoying," he grunted lowly in frustration. sungjin had always manage to have a turn with minghao's words, twisting them in the slightest to make another term. it was amusing and clever he dares to say but at this very moment, it was rather annoying especially in person. "get your arms and hands off me before i kick you right now and into the hellavator." he warns the taller but doesn't mean it. "i'd rather waste my time being thrown to the pit instead of being with you. find someone else to flirt and sleep with, the you even want me for?" honestly, he doesn't know why he's being so persistent about sleeping with him when he doesn't want to, there's a lot of other demons around that would fall for his trick and into his bed. it wasn't like minghao was opposed to sleeping in with someone, he wasn't because he still has his own needs but it wasn't often, just when he's on the mood for it and right now, obviously, he was't.

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ sungjin winces at the sudden slap despite the fact that he feels nothing, he can’t help but exaggerate his every movement, maybe something along the lines of making the other seem superior. it’s no surprise that minghao denies him on the spot, he’s not the type to sleep with someone at the blink of an eye (except sungjin could make that happen if he tried), it made the shorter much more of a target and dare he say, irresistible. “you shouldn’t frown like that babe,” he makes no attempt to drop the pet name, aware of the consequences he may potentially face such as losing a limb or two but he couldn’t care less, “let me see your pretty smile.” and he wasn’t wrong, the male did in fact have an adorable smile, one that accentuated the narrowing of his eyes and the plumpness of his roseate couplets. on the contrary, if looks could kill then sungjin was staring right into the actual passage way for hell, ignoring the fact that he was already in it. “you look so stressed, i promise i’ll take care of you if you let me.” sungjin hums softly under his breath, as he sits himself down on the floor directly in front of minghao. sitting on his lap was clearly the better choice but being a gentleman was sungjin’s top priority (obviously other than the man facing him). he shuffles forward just a bit before resting his arms upon minghao’s lap, the palms of his hands supporting his chin which he lay atop. “anything better to do? other than you, no.” he flashes his patented sungjin™ smile, the one that shows off his pearly white canines and the slight glimmer found in his eyes, almost as if he looked seemingly innocent by which he’s anything but that. sungjin lets his finger trace small hearts here and there along minghao’s leg. “it’s not like you’re doing any work either, so why not just waste your time with me?”

@〈 lim sungjin 〉ʇʞɹɯ his eyes flew open and head turned to the direction of the hellavator when he heard the audible ding when the doors open. minghao's eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the tall demon (he's envious of his height, minghao's not really short, he's a few centimeters away in being a 6 footer but this guy is too ing tall that he looks so small next to him, he hates it), 'what is he doing here?' he asked himself, it was a stupid question to throw at himself when he knows exactly what this guy wanted to do. he thought he could relax on his break but no, sungjin had to ruin it. he didn't say anything to the other, his brow now raised up in seeing that the taller had the guts to take a seat beside him. 'calm down, hao. remember what happened a few months ago?' he tried to calm himself because last time he let rage take over while being at his work station, everything became a mess, computer destroyed, phone broke and desk flipped upside down. he didn't just cleaned up his mess but also received a ton of works and no break for the whole months as punishment, he doesn't want to go through that again, it . but with sungjin now caressing his cheeks, a visible scowl made its way onto his visage. minghao roughly slapped his hand away, "don't even touch me, sungjin." he gritted out through his teeth before snorting at the absurdness of his words. "miss you? ridiculous, why would i- and don't call me that." he scrunches his nose at how much of a flirt this guy is, he's not surprised, he's from the marketing also known as lust department after all. "better? you're actually making it worse with your presence." he wasn't falling into this guy's tricks into making him sleep with him. "don't you have anything else to do other then be here and annoy me? like work??"

@〈 xu minghao 〉sɔ sungjin wasn't sure what to do with his spare time, he has two options at this point; walk around aimlessly until an idea hits him or go up a few levels and find someone to bully. he skips a few steps as he heads over to the 'hellevator', internally chuckling at the pun of a name- something that amused him over and over again. he presses as many buttons as he can, peering out the doors each time they opened in attempts to spot a idle looking person but to no avail. at least that's what he thought before his attention turned to the shorter male leaning back into his chair, xu minghao. sungjin dashes out the hellevator, stepping foot into the 7th floor. he finally had a target acquired. he strides over to minghao's work station rather quickly, curtesy of his long and nimble legs which were truly a blessing if he said so himself. the younger reaches out to grab ahold of the chair, turning the seat around so the latter faces him before resting each of his arms upon the padding of the armrests. he inches his body closer, fingers moving upwards to gently caress the apples of minghao's cheeks which were surprisingly soft, not that he was paying much attention to them. "did you miss me, babe?" sungjin inquires with a tilt of his head, a smirk gracing his countenance as he takes notice of the distressed expression plastered on the other's face. "you look done with hell, need me to make your second life better?"

@〈 lim sungjin 〉ʇʞɹɯ "have a nice day, sir." minghao said, his smile bright and voice a bit sweet but when the customer finally hanged up his expression was quick to change. the smile was replaced with a scowl as he put the phone down quite harshly, enough to almost break it. "why are retards being assigned up to me," he mumbled to himself, fingers massaging his own temple, easing the non-existent headache he was feeling. he's beyond stressed with his own job, like honestly, he's been dealing with es and s throughout calls, why can't they even get the point that there is no turning back once you sold your soul to hell? it's annoying and he's still not used to it by now, its been years being on the job yet here he is, rage surging in his veins. he actually broke 4 pens for just this day while writing down on what was needed to be written down. its odd that he wasn't assigned under wrath department, he's a full definition of rage and violence but it wasn't the biggest sin and feeling he took in by death, sure he hated the world but it was envy that driven him up, envious of good life, envious of everyone who had it better than him. so that explains a lot why he's here at this particular department and job. a deep sigh left his lips as he tries to calm down and when he does, he stood up from his chair and went to the nearest water dispenser (note its not water that actually filled it) and after having a drink he went back to his work station. he was glad it was break already, he wanted to relax for now, not even wanting to go out and eat since he's not even hungry just yet. head thrown back with his eyes fluttering close, the demon hopes that no one bothers him while on break, he dealt with , he doesn't want to deal with another one.