Jongup's Penthouse

Although she was a bit afraid of him and what he would and could do to her, she accepted things for how they were. His story, or last event in his life was astonishing, but overall just sad in general. It was a bit of relief to know that the horse was still alive, but to know where he was, it brought her mixed feelings. But what brought her even more mix feelings was the "demon" himself. How he had so quickly changed his emotions, and began being nicer to her. She watched as he created the scene with ice, catching her off guard from the beauty outside and within. Watching as it left, she shook her head and looked down momentarily to collect her thoughts. Would she ever be that strong, like the horse? So when he walked towards her, she hesitantly declined his offer with a small shake of her head, even if he saw her wounded ankle. Did she really want him to help her after the fight they had not too long ago? But before she could speak and tell him, he picked her up bridal style and carried her away.
Why did she feel as if she was a child? One who couldn't make decisions for themselves and relayed on others for help? Feeling something smooth and soft collide with her back, she quickly looked around the new room she was in, and started to inspect it silently. There was nothing wrong with it... It was surprisingly ordinary, neat and clean.
Getting anxious as he touched her once again, she was soon reassured that he wasn't going to throw her again, or probably snap it off.. "Thank you," she murmured quietly as he pulled away and slid closer to her face. What did he mean? Tired? Even so, she wouldn't be able to sleep like this... In someone's else home and bed... But all thoughts were slowly drifting away as her eyelids began to slowly give in to the sleep that was invading her body. 'No... But I'm not...' she thought to herself before soon falling into a deep slumber.

Hours must have passed by, because the rays of the sun were quick to get her to stir around. Groaning and clenching her eyes tighter, she rolled on her side and brought her knees to her chest as she nuzzled into the pillow supporting her head... But that smell... It wasn't her pillow. And the small throbbing starting again but below in her ankle wasn't a dream.. This was real. All events that took place last night was real! Swiftly sitting up, she looked around the room frantically as she tried to gather her thoughts. "What... I have to call someone... They're probably worried sick..." she whispered to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair tiredly. But her phone must have been down stairs somewhere? Maybe he had a phone around here? Speaking of him, where was he? Would he still want to speak to her after what occurred last night? 

It was a surprise, but also a slight relief that Jiyeon was still there. It showed great bravery, even if she was a little scared but who wouldn't be? Jongup sighed as he glanced down at his hands where ice crystals were forming in his hands again. Her words were rational and brave. To tell a demon he didn't have to be a monster... it was like telling a lion they didn't have to kill other animals to eat. He listened quietly, letting every word sink in. Though he'd scared and yelled at her, he didn't want her to leave. Not yet.
"There was this girl I knew," he spoke after a few beats of silence. "She went to a stable where she took riding lessons. The horse she rode was beautiful; a magnificent, strong black stallion. A Friesian. He was proud and regal but kind and gentle. His name was Orion like the giant and hunter of Ancient Greece. Orion had known I wasn't human; all us creatures have some level of communication amongst animals, some more than others. He was 't scared of me though, in fact he took a liking to me as I did to him, and he adored the girl who rode him. We found out, however, that the owner of Orion who rarely came anyway, abused him. The owner came once every one or two months drunk out of him mind and beat the stallion with his riding crop. The girl told everyone but no one believed her, saying that scars on his back was because the stallion was playful and reckless from being out in the pasture."
Ice was still forming on the Demon's hands as he continued the story. "One day during a lesson, the owner of Orion walked in as the riders were leading the horses around for a warm up, and he had his riding crop with him. As soon as Orion saw his owner he moved. His intentions though, was to protect the girl from the human that all he knew was terrible. Have you seen stallions as they confront an enemy? Have you seen warhorses ready to depart into battle? They rear high on their hind legs and sort of swing their heads around before charging. The girl was holding on to the reins as he reared though, and she lost her balance and fell. Unfortunately, one of her legs was right where his hoof came down," he trailed off remembering the sight and sound. "Her leg was snapped into two. It took five men to lead the horse out of the ring. And Orion," Jongup turned around to face the girl, a now perfect model of a horse, its neck thick and long, head held high and proud. "He was put down because he was seen as a danger to the humans and the other horses.
"The owner of Orion was never caught, and he ended up owning three more horses, all of which he whipped in his drunken state. The owner then disappeared suddenly and was found dead of a heart failure several years later." Jongup may or may not have had anything to do with that. "That was the first time I realized how evil and ignorant the human race can be. Before then I thought they were nothing but mindless entities that wandered aimlessly waiting to be given an order. And I can't help but be a little proud how you are so capable of being bad, merciless, evil. In the case of Orion though... I truly admired that steed. Moments before they put him down, I captured his soul. He was dead before they I inserted the needle and it saved him from suffering any possible pain. He is now my war horse down in Hell and he is most grateful, for he can now fully unleash his fire within." Flames erupted inside the ice sclupltre like the rose had before, right where the stallion's heart would have been. Lines of fire twisted within the body like veins of flames and his mane and tail smouldered and glowed. The horse came to life suddenly, shaking his head and rising on his hind legs. The ice horse jumped off Jongup's palm and galloped around the balcony before disappearing somewhere inside his penthouse.
With a small smile on his face Jongup approached Jiyeon slowly. "You're hurt," he stated simply as he reached her, and without waiting for her to say anything he picked her up swiftly, with one had under her knees and the other supporting her back. It was like she weighed nothing.
Calmly he turned toward the stairs and carried her up to the open second floor which was really just his bedroom and a study combined. Gently her lay her on the king sized bed, the black silk sheets folding underneath her slim body. "I'm not doing anything I promise," he assured as he reached down to her ankle and placed his hand gently on top where ice formed it act as a sort of cooling pack to calm the swelling.
"You must be tired. Just sleep for a little bit." Leaning over he placed his lips gently against her soft cheek, absorbing at bit of her energy as he did so. The Demon smirked after his back faced her, however, knowing that even though he was being sweet and kind, he was no where near being done with her yet. The Don slipped off the bed and strode over to the panoramic window where he sat on a plush leather chair and waited.

Watching in horror as the rose went sliding across the hard marbled floor, she quickly backed away slightly as shards of ice skidded and slapped against the walls and anything that came into contact with it. "No.." she whispered, instantly feeling her mood slowly drift into something less angry. Do them bad? Just what exactly was the angels doing? She listened quietly, knowing that she didn't have the complete story anyway.. So who was she to try and store peace into something that was left with for so many years?
The urge to just simply apologize and leave him instantly came into her mind. But having him pull her closer to look at his true form terrified her for a split second... She was caught off guard as not only his voice was quick to change, but his also his aura. It was as if he was lying to her this entire time. And that hurt her more than him being some sort of demon. If anything, the true fear she's ever had was her father and her mother, and that was because she knew what they were capable of. Did Jongup made her fear for the moment? To a degree, but not completely. But watching in slight amazement as his body changed back, she let out a surprise yelp as he roughly pushed her down onto the couch, allowing her to feel a sharp pain starting in her left ankle. Letting out a quiet cry into the cushions of the couch, she covered her ears as she soon watched him destroy his own couch and cry out in what she assumed was anger... He wanted her to leave, now? Even after she tried to do that in the first place? Sitting there for a few minutes, she ignored the sharp pain in her ankle once more, and slowly slipped onto the floor. Her fingers were greeted with some of the shards of the rose, causing her to gather up the reminders of what was left. Yes, she looked like a fool crawling around on the floor to pick up something that was considered 'gone', but she didn't care. Groaning as she mustered up the strength to push herself up,  she gazed off to where he was now cooling off at, before looking down at the small pieces of ice in her hands. Quietly limping towards the entrance of the door frame, she gently placed the shattered pieces down near a wilted flower and hugged her knees as she bent forward. "You shouldn't take your anger out on beautiful things... That rose didn't do anything..." she cooed quietly, as she stared up at his figure, only to be greeted with his back anyway.

"You need to know this before I leave," she spoke quietly, as she carefully raised up and leaned against the door frame once more. "Believe what you want, but I don't see nothing wrong with showing your true self... Of course some might be terrified, but as you said before, even angels have flaws... So what if your appearances bring talk amongst the others... It's what matters in the inside." She trailed off, dropping her gaze to the melting ice. "People might not see like I do, but you're not a monster... Unless you want to be one... Don't use your appearance as a cover up, you don't have to be hated..." It was true, of course there was some judgmental people in the world, but everyone created their own monsters at times. "..mianhae.. For the troubles of tonight. I will surely be gone out of your life, this will be the last you see of me." she spoke confidentially as she turned to leave, but struggled slightly at the pain shooting down to her darn ankle once more. "Even if you don't forgive me, find it in your heart to think about what I said.."

The angry demon let out a sharp bark of humourless laughter. "Just /one/ bad one? It's been thousands of years pretty girl, and I've seen no changes. They're all the same. And if no one has changed their views on us, why should we be any different?" He scoffed. "I'm fairly sure you've figured it out by now, you're a pretty smart girl aren't you? You've been warned to stay away from us demons? I'll warn you to stay away from the fallen. They're terribly lustful creatures."
With a swift flick of his wrist, Jongup through the melting rose to the floor; ice shattering and shards flying. "Don't tell me to open my eyes to other races. You ask most people to think openly about vampires and necromancers or any other creatures and they would, but ask to do that for demons and they wouldn't give a second though before spewing how we're nothing but evil, murdeous, /ugly/ creatures. Our name has been marred and dragged through the mud for thousands of years and it's not going to change any time soon. I don't care about that, but that fact that those /stupid/ angels do as bad as us yet their praised on a holy alter makes my skin crawl. Even if you don't care about them the name still feels safer to you than a demon's right?"
He laughed when she told him she wasn't scared. The demon could see it in her aura, her fear. Grabbing her other wrist, Jongup leaned in so that their noses were touching, all the while removing some if his glamour so she could see his pointed, jagged teeth, his black forked tounge flicking out. "Don't lie to me," the Boss spoke in his normal demon voice, harsh and rusty sounding. Suddenly he put all his glamour back on and shoved her roughly on to the couch. "Just leave." His voice was back to sounding like a human's and he his heel. In his left hand his sharp claws enlongated and he slashed them across the couch with a frustrated cry, leaving behind four deep gashes in the expensive leather. He growled and stalked his way to the balcony. The cool wind washed over him but did little to cool his burning internal fire, and the Don closed his eyes, raking his fingers through his hair. He leaned against the railing and watched the city to by without a second glance at the girl behind him.

If he growl didn’t startle her enough, the grip that was brought upon her arm moments later surely got her attention. Was this really the guy who saved her hour(s) ago? With a shudder, her eyes met his red ones, causing her to halt and freeze for just that second. Whenever he spoke, she had to make a mental note on not to give in, not to be afraid of him even if he had the power over her. “No…” She whispered, shaking her head at the mentioning of “him”, and what HE would do to “him”. “Please don’t…” She manages to rasp out as she looked down at his hand that was still wrapped around her arm, now trembling for gods knows what. She always had to find herself in situations she knew she couldn’t bring herself to leave or get out of. What was he talking about? Even in fear, she pushed herself to look up at him as he started to talk ill about the angels. Blinded fans? To hell she was. She was just grateful that she was saved, not some sort of hardcore fan that cheers for everything they did.

“You don’t know anything…. You don’t know anything!” She screamed the last words louder, “Not all angels are that way, fallen, angels at that. Just because you meet one bad one doesn’t mean you should pass judgment on all of them.” She muttered before stopping as he pulled her even closer, only to bring up the “one” who promised to protect her again… How did he know? She didn’t speak of him making promises to her… Just exactly WHAT was he? Looking down with fear in her eyes, she caught sight of the rose in his hold and admittedly froze. As he continued to go on and on, she tried to struggle in his hold even more… But it was no use, she couldn’t break free, and it was only making the grip on her arm worse, painful. “Stop it, why are you…” She whispered, watching as the rose was set in flames. “I don’t care about what he is, or what you’re either… IF you be kind to me, IF you show me respect, I will do the same to you…” Her tone was slightly trembling, indicating that she was still a little afraid. “How about you get that through your head? Don’t categorize an entire race, making us seem like we’d do anything for them. Maybe if you look harder, maybe if you actually open your eyes for once, you’ll end up seeing people who could care less about things like that…” Her words were a bit firmer, and her gaze drifted towards him. “I’m not asking for protection, I’ve never had it before, so why should I get it now? IS it my FAULT that the fallen promised to protect me? Even if I were to decline, he would still protect me either way. If your scent alone can protect a pathetic and fragile human like me, why don’t you go around making a difference for you own kind, huh?” She was starting to put together what he was screaming out … “They're nothing but white, glorified versions of us!" Thinking of those words alone in her mind made her to slowly start realizing everything… So, he was…. Could he be a demon? Dropping her gaze towards the rose, then his eyes, and how he managed to save her earlier… And even earlier when he struggled to speak of God, it pained him. She could clearly see the pain flashing in his face. “You’re right, they couldn’t give two flying ducks about me, right? So what about you? IF you wanted me to be some sort of stereotype, or crazy believer of god, I could have easily said the same thing about you and your kind, right? Sense demons have always been “looked down” upon, right? But as I stated before, I could care less about WHAT you are. You treat me good, I’ll treat you good…” It was dangerous, speaking this way to someone who had more power over you.
But everyone who’s ever met her or dealt with her would know that she’s always been a peace maker. Race, background, or any of that stuff didn’t matter to her… If you treat her right, she would surely do the same to you… So why… why was there so much hatred going on between the both of them? “I’m not scared of you,” she lied, but she wanted to prove a point. “So stop it…” She whispered the last words as she looked down at the rose that was still in his grasp.. With trembling fingers, she let her fingertips brush against the petals of the rose, knowing that they too would melt…

What? She resisted? The Don's eyes fluttered open disbelievingly as she pulled away. Most got addicted to a demon kiss right away. Curse this human for being so strong minded. He was close, so close, just one step further and he would have hand her. He could still see the lingering lust in her aura; still see that a part of her still wanted him, but some how, for some reason, she was ignoring it as she searched around for her things. Was he pissed? Yes, yes he was. So pissed in fact that he forgot to keep the burning of his eyes down, and accidentally (if not on purpose) let a guttural growl slip from his throat.
Swiftly he caught her arm as he stood, jerking her around to face his now glowing crimson eyes. "It's that angel isn't it?" He growled through barred teeth. "He told you to stay away from me, didn't he? Didn't he?! that blasted beast and damn him to Hell! I'll drag him down there with me if I have to!" Jongup was mad now; hands trembling and eyes smouldering, he was having a hard time keeping his glamour on. Those ing angles always ruining everything. "You know those precious Fallen are no more useful that humans anymore, right? They have nothing going for them, they're useless! Yet because they were - yes /were/ past tense - angels they still get admiration from blinded fans. They get all the sympathy anyway, while people seem to forget that they were cast out by mistake, it's because they sinned! They 'did wrong' and betrayed their precious Go-" the demon was choked suddenly as acid fire burned at his throat. In the midst of his anger, Jongup had forgotten he physically couldn't say any name that was Holy. Cursing under his breath, he cleared his throat and begun again. "And angels themselves are nothing but pampered, sparking, glorified bastards, who are cocky, vain, arrogant and any other kind of selfish you can think of! You think the angels care and watch over you humans? /No/. They couldn't give two s about you! All they care about is /themselves/ and his good /they/ look 'caring' for you. They don't care. You think guardian angels watch over humans out of the goodness of their hearts? No! They are nothing but lying, cheating egotistical little pricks who are all proud of themselves because they hide of they really treat you. They're nothing but white, glorified versions of us!" Jongup yelled loudly. With the hand that was still clamped firmly around her thin arm, he harshly pulled her closer and bent down to pick up the ice rose that she had treasured so dearly before. "One promised to protect you," the Boss let out a demonic cackle and shook his head. "That selfish coward couldn't even talk to me without protection from holy ground and a small group of his ilk. He was /scared/ of me. As all angels are; nothing but bumbling cowards. Whatever empty promise he gave you, how could it be more special than this?" He held the rose up between them, still beautiful and shimmering. "But of course it is, since that promise was made by an angel. My scent on you alone can protect you more than he can. But why would that matter, cause you know, /he's/ the angel." The fire burning inside the rose flared up suddenly; and the frost disappeared, the intricate lines on the rose blurring and fading as it slowly but surely began to melt.

Was she really allowing herself to do such things with a stranger? Even if she scolded herself in her mind, her actions were speaking louder than words... And for once, she didn't enjoy what they were showing. It had to be the alcohol, it had to be him casting a spell on her. She could feel her dress rising up as he brought her even closer ( if that was possible ) and held her tighter against him. In the mist of his kisses and his smooth words, she was denying the throbbing that was slowly beginning in her lower region as her lips were soon brought in between his teeth. She was lucky... Was she? If he wasn't a vampire, than what was he? She was allowing someone, some... "THING" to feel up on her body and lips without a problem.. When did she become so easy? Groaning in a daze, she could feel her eyelids slowly sliding shut as she replayed his question in her mind. DID she want him to stop? Her body was telling the both of them one thing, while her heart was screaming out another, maybe even a warning. And before she could muster out some sort of reply, his lips sealed her own shut, causing her to forget any trace of honesty that was somehow going to leave her already flustered and confused state.
Even if she told herself repeatedly that she didn't want this, her lips were soon gliding against his own as her hands gently clutched at the fabric of his shirt, which soon resulted in the breaking of their heated kiss. She could feel the heat rising, along with his hand as her revealed flesh gave him more access than what she was hoping for. God, snap out of Jiyeon. Where was your dignity? Even if she wanted to give in to his tongue tracing her lower lip for access, she shook her head stubbornly and pulled away. Thank god! She saved herself before she ended up doing something she knew she wouldn't be able to live with... "We can't... I can't. I won't allow it.." she muttered, running her fingers through her hair as she slipped out of his lap. Could she trust what her body was craving for since she's never had before? Yeah, a few kisses and feeling up here and there, but never has she brought herself to give in to having with her partner, due to their playboy background and knowing that she wasn't ready for it... She couldn't commit to it right now.. Not after all that's happened to her tonight... "I apologize if you think I led you on, but things are... Really, really complicated. And staying here won't make matters any better." with a bow of her head, she went searching for her shoes. Maybe she was afraid of being looked down upon from a certain person as well. As she struggled with her shoes, she tried to find her phone in the dark room, hoping that one of her friends would be there to pick her up if she called...

Jongup closed his eyes as she moved into closer, and wrapped his free arm strongly around her waist. He pulled her in closer until she was straddling him fully, smirking as the hem of her already short dress hiked up higher and higher. As she leaned into his ear he couldn't help but bury his nose in her exposed neck and inhale. Her natural scent was dizzying, and he could help but absorb just a /tiny/ bit of her energy to ease his craving. the demon chuckled darkly and shook his head. "I don't think either of us want to stop." he lifted his head to trail his open lips down her jaw and to the other side of her neck where he place a small, soft, but sensual kiss. "You're lucky I'm not a vampire," the Boss mused as he let a languid swipe of his tongue glide gently up to her ear. He felt it now, the lust between them. He smirked against her skin once again praising himself on how damn good he was a seducing people. Close to 785, 000 years old and he was still able to get them in bed. Not bad for an old man.
He lifted his head up slowly to look at her, their lips brushing as he moved. "Are you sure you want to stop?" he his lips. "Cause to me, it feels like you want to go a lot further," he snagged her glossed bottom lip gently between his two porcelain teeth and tugged softly. "Do you?" he whispered just before he pressed their lips together in a slow, sensual kiss. He set up a steady rhythm, their lips moulding together perfectly as he dropped his hand from her face; one settling low on her hip, the other playing with the skin around her dress that was hiked dangerously high on her legs. He didn't let up, keeping it slow but heated, and after a minute or two he dragged his tongue across her bottom bottom lip, asking for entrance and humming in appreciation at the sweet taste of her lip gloss.

Watching in confusion as his hand slipped between her own for just a few seconds, before he gently took the rose out of her hand--she watched it sparkled in the vase it was sat in, outshining the other red roses. "I agree," she whispered, feeling a bit nervous as he came closer, only to cup her cheeks and tilt her head so she could look at him. What was she doing? What was he doing to her? She was so wrapped into her thoughts that it took her awhile to process what he was telling her... If anything, he enjoyed touching her as well, trailing her eyes down that luscious face of his, she gazed at how close their lips were before lightly pulling away. She wasn't stupid. She knew where this was going to go, how this was going to end if both of them kept up the sensual touches. "You can't seem to keep your hands to yourself either," she murmur, sliding her thumb along his cheek as she now gazed into his eyes, her cheeks still in his hold. She had to shift herself so that she was straddling him slightly. She didn't really know what was taking control of her, it was as if he was pulling strings and controlling what she was doing. Leaning forward towards his ear, she hesitated before whispering, "what are you doing to me?" Her hair slowly began falling over her shoulders as she shook her head lightly... Was this still the alcohol taking over her mind? "Stop it..." 

( omg, short TT.TT mianhae ;; ( )

Mysterious and charming. Of course Jongup knew he was, it was his image to attract humans. He was glad to see it was working. The demon looked down to watch her fingers glide over his chest, her fingers gazing over the muscles in his chest. He smirked slightly, wondering if she could feel his natural heat radiating off through the fabric.
Lifting his hand from her thigh, the Don gently slipped the ice rose out of and placed it in a glass vase of red roses that was sitting on the table. Even surrounded by real roses, the ice stood out and sparkled like a diamond. It was a magnificent sight as the silver light of the moon shone down on the transparent rose. "Beautiful," he whispered and turned to face the girl again. He was aware of how close they were and honestly he had no problem getting closer. "You seem to like touching me," he chuckled as he himself reached up slowly and cupped her face and titled it up to look at him. "Charming and mysterious huh?" He d her cheek with his thumb, and tucked strands of hair behind her ear. He could see the shift in her glowing aura, and he knew she was falling under his 'spell'. "Is that what you like?" He brought her face closer, their lips almost brushing.

Curious? A small smile crept on her lips as he inched closer to her, surprising her slightly at how relaxed he could be with just a complete stranger. Watching with calm eyes as his warm hand made contact with her skin, she tilted her head a bit as he asked yet again, another question. But this one caught her off guard. She was expecting something else to be asked or answered. But before she could answer, a soft stain of red covered her cheeks after hearing what he said. But thanks to the dimmed lights, it was nearly impossibly to see her burning cheeks. Instantly, she let her fingers curl against her palm as she brought it down to rest on her lap. "Sorry," she mumbled sheepishly, trying to push down the smile that was making its way on her lips again. Her eyes caught sight on how tightly the shirt hugged his body, making him look even more glorious. "You're mysterious," she cooed quietly, already feeling her hand trail towards his covered chest. Placing her hand where his heart would be beating at, she laid her head lightly against his outstretched arm on the edge of the couch as she gazed down at the still glowing rose in her hand. Her fingers lightly spread out across his chest as she let out a quiet sigh in relief. It was peaceful. "You're charming, but I'm positive you know this.." A quiet laugh escaped her lips as her eyes soon drifted towards his finger drawing circles on her thigh. His aura was all too alluring, letting her know that she should be careful around him as well... But as of right now, she couldn't push herself away...

Jongup listened to her words intently; not know if he got the answer he wanted. He didn't even know what answer he wanted to hear. Did they scare her? Did they interest her? He didn't know what he wanted, but she seemed to have an open mind about them regardless of the natural fear when it came to his kind. He tilted his head, not quite sure how to take this. The demon sighed through his nose and started at the sparkling flower in the delicate fingers of the human girl in front of him. Mulling over the question, he asked those to himself as well. Why /was/ he asking those questions? Why did he care? Was it because after thousands, a few years short of a million years wandering Hell and Earth, he was just so sick and tired of those bloody angels getting such a good word to their name when they were no less different than demons were. Was it because he was trying to impress this pretty human girl? Or possibly hope for more? He sighed and shook his head while shrugging.
"I don't know, just curious I guess." The Don shifted closer; so close that his breath stirred her hair and their bodies almost touched. Jongup lay a soft, warm hand on her thigh, and rest the side of his head on his fist with the arm propped up on the back rest. "what do you think about me...?" he asked quietly, almost whispering. He glanced down at the slim fingers that trailed up his arms, over the black fabric that hugged his toned arms perfectly. "Do you like it? I think it's cashmere or something like that. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention to the sales lady," he chuckled quietly and looked back up at her again, his fingers drawing soft circles in her thigh.

Listening to him let out a displeased sound, she shifted a bit in her seat, knowing full well that her answer didn't satisfy him one bit. But was she suppose to lie? And what did he mean... Not that great? She sent him a glare and rolled her eyes drastically as she heard his statement. "You must have messed with the wrong ones," she answered shortly as she brushed her hair off her shoulders in slight annoyance. Whenever someone disagreed with her without a legit answer, her mood would slowly turn sour. Though she was curious as to why he didn't like them so much, she knew she couldn't force him to give her a answer. "Demons?" She asked softly, looking over at him as he did the same to her. Has she ever encountered a demon before? No. A vampire? Yes... "Call me foolish, but there's always a reason as to why certain demons are they way they're... So many people portray them as being monsters on the inside and the out... I never really met a demon before... A few vampires, yes. But not a demon... I know there's good and bad ones, well, if they even like the word "good"... Would I be scared? Probably slightly shock, along with finding out that vampires and other species walked the earth--but disgusted? No. I don't have the right to feel that way towards them, if I've never been harmed or such..." She chuckled quietly, knowing that a certain someone wouldn't want her to go near either of the species. "But I've been warned by a few angels to stay away... But As I stated before, I attract "trouble" supposedly, without really trying." 
 Looking down at the rose, she glanced back up at him in curiosity once again. "Why? These questions are so... Out of there." her fingertips hesitantly trailed up his covered arms, as she took in the color of his shirt, and his overall attire. 

( it's fine ^^ )

Throughout hearing the girl talk about the angels he couldn't help but scowl. Of course she liked them. They /all/ liked them. All the pathetic humans believed the lies the angels fed to them because hey, they're angels. And since they're angels, who wouldn't believe them right? He scoffed unconsciously and clenched his jaw. They were no better than him. And he had a feeling he knew /exactly/ who this angel she was talking about. A certain Fallen Angel boss who was barely brave enough to talk to him outside of Holy Grounds. Nothing but a coward. Protect her? Tch, another lie she believed instantly.
"They're not that great," he growled quietly, shifting in his seat. "Alright so you seem to have a fairly good outlook on them," he chuckled and shifted so that he was facing her more directly. "What about the opposite than? What do you think about... say demons?"

(depressingly short >.< Feel free to hate me /sobs)

Although the smile on his face caused her heart to race a bit, she smiled shyly as he brought her back to the couch, causing them to be a bit more closer than last time. Just as he started talking about staying the night over and where she could sleep, she was hesitant to answer or think clearly about it. Her first reaction was no. Kicking someone out their own bed or making them go through so much trouble wasn't like her at all... But since he wanted to drop the topic, she simply nodded her head and began fiddling with the rose that was still in between her fingers.
Just as she slowly began getting lost into his warmth, she glanced up as his voice filled the quiet room once more. What else could get possibly better about this place? Nothing couldn't stand out because they were all equally beautiful and neat, something she's only seen online and such, never in real life. So at him departing, a small natural pout appeared on her lips due to the heat slowly leaving her body. Once he came back though, all actions were forgiven as that warmth invaded her body again. Carefully nodding her head to his words, her eyes drifted up towards the ceiling, before a small gasp left her lips. The sight was incredibly luscious and beyond beautiful. And due to a small little spark catching her eyes, she looked down at the rose    that stood out surprisingly well. Slowly bringing the rose closer to her face to inspect it, a smile graced upon her soft pink glossed lips as she soon got lost into the beauty in not only the rose--but the sky above their heads. "It's more than gorgeous," she softly chuckled, tilting her head slightly so she could look at the sky once more, before turning her direction towards him, eyebrows raising cautiously. "These troubles that are disturbing are silly I guess.." she trailed off, letting out a quiet sigh. She didn't really want to talk about it... It was something that dealt with her in all honesty. So she had the right to keep quiet, even if he was voicing what seemed like concern.

Humming at his next question, she thought about the one person who could fit in that category. Choi Seunghyun, he promised to be her protector like others and what not. And from what she can tell or make out about angels or ( fallen ) angels were that they were really wonderful creatures. Was he one himself? "I like them," she trailed off quietly, choosing her words carefully. "I've been saved by one before, so I have respect for him... I don't want to simply judge other species due to a negative encounter with just one... But he's different." He saved her, he vowed to protect her even if she was just considered a nobody... All humans were considered a nobody to the species superior to them, right? "We're just food supplies to other species, or just a toy... Not that we ( humans ) don't do these things to ourselves already, it's just the fact that we're still considered somebody to them, or him and his crew."

Upon hearing that she would stay, Jongup let a huge smile stretch across his face. He sat back down on the couch again, pulling her down with him. They were close and his arm stretched behind her on the couch's back rest. "Mm, but not everyone deserves this treatment," he answered, howling with laughter on the inside. If he acted that way to everyone he'd surely be one pathetic demon. "I know the later it gets, the more dangerous it is. When all the creeper come out and whatnot," of course he knew. He was one of them. "You can stay here for the night if you like. You could sleep on the couch, or my bed, and I could sleep down here. But anyway, let's not talk about that now." Jongup shifted closer only slightly and he heat up his body just enough so that a soothing warmth would wash over her.
"Oh! Maybe I can show you the best thing about this place." the Boss stood and walked over to the mantle above the fireplace where he picked up the universal remote and walked back over to Jiyeon. He sat close beside her again and motioned for her to look upwards towards the ceiling. After pressing a button on the touchscreen, the ceiling above them opened up to reveal the layer of glass on the roof. He swiped across the screen and dimmed the lights until they were bathed in the light streaming in from outside. The stars twinkled like newly polished diamonds and the moon was a pearl in the black velvet sky. He smiled and put the remote down leaning back slightly to look comfortably, and he propped his feet up on the glass coffee table. The rose in the human's hand glittered magnificently in the moonlight.
"Gorgeous isn't it?" he turned his head to smile at her. "You said there was a lot going on right now, is there something troubling you? And, um, forgive me for the random question but; what do you think about angels?" he asked quietly.

(sorry, I passed out >.<)

Why was she feeling that way again? It was the same feeling she obtained in the club as soon as she encountered him for the first time. It made her stomach twist lightly, and the hairs upon the back of her neck to rise quickly. Shivering as his hand quickly clasped down on her own, and he was now towering her once again, he tried her hardest to push back the little doubts that was beginning to poke around her side for some answers. "I know, and I enjoy being in your company." She explained softly as she furrowed her eyebrows a bit, trying hard to ignoring her caring nature. It's what got her into majority of the unexplainable situations she gets stuck in. "I would like to stay longer, but there's so much going on already.." she tried again, instantly feeling bad due to his tone of voice. Sighing, she gave him a frown.
Why was she such a er for such things like that? Her mind was sending her warnings while her heart was debating on if it should give in to him or not. She remembered what happened last time she gave in to someone... But could she really judge him? 
He was going to let her go? The arguing in her heart soon ceased as she felt his lips being pressed along not only her hand, but her cheek as well. He was really good with words and actions, because she was slowly falling into his trap. She couldn't help but replay what he told her though, about being alone. Look at how wealthy this place looks, and how charming and extremely handsome he was! And his personality was just by far amazing. "If you act this way to everyone, I don't understand how you can be lonely... A few minutes won't hurt I suppose.." she trailed off shyly, ignoring what felt like a kick to her chest, and let her attention fall on the  alluring male in front of her. "But really, I cant stay long... It'll be even more dangerous out on the street.." 

The aura around the girl glowed brightly as she accepted the flower, and he couldn't help but let a genuine smile slip onto his face. While she examined it, he reached over to a strand of hair that went astray into her eyes and tucked it softly behind her ear. Even though he was by character an evil and heartless demon, he still had the hidden trait of romanticism that all demons had. He couldn't help but examine her delicate face; with large brown doe eyes and a small nose and pink lips. He noticed how her luscious brown hair, that was slightly knotted from hiding underneath a bed cascaded down her fragile shoulders, and her how her red cocktail dress fit every curve in her body.
Yes, Jongup noticed these things. A lot, in fact. And he had manged to have several girlfriends in the past. Some even lived too.
The quietness was interrupted suddenly by the harsh ringing of of a cellphone and he glanced down to see a phone in her pocket with texts flashing across the screen. He watched as he stood up and he let his face fall; slightly because she was pretty and he didn't want her to leave, but mostly because he was a demon, and he didn't let go of possible prey so easily. Grabbing her hand he stood too, noticed how he still stood tall above her even if she was wearing heels. "Do you have to go? You can stay if you like, really it's not a problem. It just so lonely here sometimes," the Boss's tone was laced with sadness, to try his best to convince her to stay. He didn't want to get scary. Not yet. He sighed dejectedly and glanced down at the floor. "But if you have to," he lifted her hand and placed a delicate kiss on the back of it. "I hope you make it home safely." He leaned in and pressed a fleeting kiss to her cheek, trying that way to convince her that staying wouldn't be all that bad.

(It's okay, mine are short too XD)

Watching as he offered her the rose, she slowly let her fingers wrap around the delicate rose and held it with both hands. Could he tell that she was beaming, even if it was not too obvious. Listening to him word for word, her eyes trailed towards where his hand was touching her, once again. He was the type who liked skin ship, was he? After he for finished with his demonstration, she quickly pulled both her legs away to look down to see if there was a mark left. Surprisingly, nothing was there except the slight tingles he gave her after touching her skin.
Once again, she was being drawn in to his showcase of talents, which seemed as if he had many other powers up his sleeves. Although he wasn't being completely honest with her, she knew she couldn't force him as well. Watching as he leaned his head back and talked about that other Mystical world that humans would sacrifice many things for, and pay the price later, she slowly shook her head, wondering if humans would be that desperate... Even if you were gifted with many things, she knew she could never and would never give up her life to start it somewhere else.

The thing that snapped her from her thoughts was the ringing of her phone. Quickly slipping it out of the small side pocket of her dress, she looked down at the few text messages she got asking where she was at. Realizing how late it was, her eyebrows furrowed and she quickly closed the phone. "I really, really want to thank you for all you've done tonight..." She spoke quickly, Boeing her head as she reached for her heels. "I should really be going, I could never repay you enough... But I'll make it up to you, I promise." she spoke honestly, giving him a soft smile as she strapped on her heels. Standing up, she pulled down her dress and gently placed the folded cloth that was used to aid her on the table.

( omg, the shortness, forgive me /shot. )

Smiling, Jongup raised the ice rose to his lips and blew on it sharply. Like a cold wind that blew by, granular frost coated over the tips of each petal adding a sort of sparkle to the rose as he twirled it delicately in his fingers. He held it out to the girl in an offering; a sweet smile tugging at his lips. "For you."
He chuckled quietly at Jiyeon's oncoming questions, inwardly rolling his eyes. Humans were so annoyingly curious. But it was kind of cute in a way at how interested she was. Jongup always did have a weakness for human girls. "I can do more than just that. Ice is easy to control Jiyeon, it's the fire you have to watch out for. But just like anything, once you learn to control it," Jongup gently slid his hand up the girls soft leg to her knee where a thin layer of ice crystals formed on the milky skin. "It's a beautiful thing." he passed the hand back down her leg again, this time his palm glowing a soft orange as it melted the ice. To prove his point again, Jongup reached over and gently placed his forefinger on the bottom of the flower. Suddenly, a flame lit up /inside/ the ice; flickering orange and red. The rose glowed and the frost sparkled from the internal flame, but the ice showed no signs of melting. "But yes, I've mastered it," he chuckled.
Tilting his head back, he glanced up at the high ceiling of his penthouse. "The mystical world is beautiful. You see things humans can't; feel things, sense things, taste things. But it's also quite dangerous. Not everyone appears to be what they seem..." the demon trailed off and suppressed a smirk. "But I wouldn't worry about it. You're good for now," which was again true. "Mm, a lot of the more tamer creatures don't mind giving information away, but for most it come was a price. A price that you'd be surprised how many humans would be willing to pay. But some of the costs aren't that bad though, just depends on how they're feeling I guess," Jongup shrugged nonchalantly and inspected his fingernails, knowing full well that right underneath the skin were black claws that were primed and ready to come out at any given moment. He kept them hidden of course; he didn't want to scare his pretty guest yet.

(No problem ^^)

Hearing his compliment, she gave him a small yet genuine smile. She could feel herself slowly melting into his touch, even if she wanted to protest slightly when he began removing her heels and placing both of her feet onto his lap. But at the feel of his work, a small groan of appreciation left her lips. His last name was beautiful, along with his first name fitting the person he was. Watching as he told her what he was gifted with, her eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. He was special like the others? The expression she made was evident she didn't believe what he was telling her. At this moment, actions did speak louder than words. And when he decided to give her a small demonstration, went agape at the beautiful display that was growing before her eyes. For a second, she forgot how to breathe as she continued to watch him silently. "That was... amazing..." she mumbled in disbelief, looking as he finished the rose made out of ice. Never in her life has she seen something that was so... Enchanting. It was as if he casted a spell on her, because she couldn't pull away.
The uncomfortable feeling she was dealing with earlier was slowly drifting away into the back of her mind. With cautious and precise movements, she shifted herself in the seat a bit before slowly inching her fingers closer towards the rose he made as she allowed her one of her fingers to slowly but quickly-- to brush against one of the thorns that was sticking out. Flinching slightly as the icy crystal pierced a bit of her skin, she pulled away quickly and tilted her head in complete amazement.

"Wow..." she whispered quietly, trying to explain to herself that this was all completely real. Remembering him saying that it was a gift given to him at birth, she smiled a bit brighter to know that he wasn't using it for the wrong reasons. "I'm going to be upset if this is all a dream.." she joked quietly, diverting he eyes from the fully petal rose and towards the male sitting beside her, with her feet upon his lap. "Have you mastered your elemental power?" She asked, not being able to stop the curiosity from growing and stirring around in her mind. "What's the Mystical world like? Are you allowed to share information on it?" Gently nibbling on her bottom lip, she ran her fingers through her hair as she put together the missing puzzle pieces... It all made sense now, on how he knew where to find her and such..

( sorry for the late response u.u )

"Jiyeon," he mused. "That's a nice name. Pretty name for a pretty girl I guess," he glanced over and laughed softly. Staying quiet, the demon listen to her story intently and couldn't help but wonder himself exactly why some dude shoved her in there. Humans were so complicatied. And weird. Glancing down he saw that the girl's high heels were still on. Another thing he'd never understand; why did the females walk around in uncomfortable looking shoes that looked more like torture devices than fashion. Though it did make them look pretty hot... Maybe that's why. Gently he reached down and picked up her two slender legs one by one and placed them on his lap. Then, while still listening, he removed the glossy pumps from her feet and set them on the wooden floor. He hummed as she trailed off, still obviously distressed and he began to slowly massage one of her feet make his fingers just warm enough to be soothing and comfortable. He smiled as she returned the questions to him, knowing she would ask exactly that.
"My name is Jongup. Moon Jongup. And well, I guess you can say I'm special." Still continuing with his massaging, Jongup turned his head to look at her and gave her a soft smile, warm and safe. Oh of only she knew. "I have power over the element of ice. Something I was gifted with since birth." Jongup wasn't lying, not one bit. He just wasn't telling the whole truth. "Since I'm special like that, I've been granted passage into the mystical world." Again, true. "Here, I'll show you."
Stopping his massaging, the demon let her feet rest on his lap and he held his hand out towards her. For a second nothing happening until frost started to creep its way across Jongup's palm. One it met in the middle of his hand, ice crystals began to form and wrap around each other. It was quite a beautiful sight really, and the ice kept growing and building, branching out and twisting around each other until finally in his palm, petals, stem and all, was a perfect rose made out of ice.

This was his penthouse? She replayed the answer in her mind and let out a small gasp as he was quick to sit down on the couch and gently push her back to the cushion she was trying to escape from. Even as she listened to his reasoning, she couldn't stop herself from flinching slightly at the feel of his fingers dancing along her dress. And as he began to pull away, she let out a small and quiet sigh without realizing she was holding it in. "Dressed like this? I don't dress this way everyday..." she tried to reason, but she realized how childish it'll sound if she tells him the true reasoning behind her dress.. Stay here until she felt better? That wouldn't be too bad... He didn't seem as if he would cross her, and plus, he saved her for crying out. "Of course," she whispered softly as she heard him speaking about asking a few questions. It would be disrespectful and rude if she didn't answer them..

"My name is Jiyeon," she answered his first question with ease, as she slowly gazed up at him. "I didn't voluntarily go inside the room..." She mumbled, already feeling anger boiling up in her heart as she remembered the girl who put her into such a situation. "Some worker of my father decided to take advantage of me while I was drunk and bring me into that room... I don't even know. Everything happened so fast.." she trailed off, brushing her fingers against her forehead as she let out a quiet groan and dramatically fell backwards into the couch, letting her head rest against the soft cushions as she stared up at the ceiling. "This is the second time I've experienced something like this... It's almost as if I attract danger and trouble..." she laughed bitterly, closing her eyes momentarily as she shook away the imagery of her first encounter with a super being. "What about you? What's your name? And more importantly, how did you get inside?" 

The girl stirred awake slowly and Jongup watched calmly, stuffing hands in his pockets as he waited. He couldn't help but be amused at the sight of her looking around his place with confusion and still a hint of fear. The demon also couldn't help staring at her perfectly toned legs when her dress kept hiking up.
"This is my penthouse," Jongup spoke up as she asked where they were. "You fainted in the club, probably from shock and alcohol, so I brought you here. I hope you don't mind." Jongup frowned when the girl stated that she would leave now and crossed over the space between them to sit gently on the couch beside her. "I don't think that's a good idea," he started as he slowly began to push to girl back down on to the couch. "Even though you may think you're alright, you're still in shock. It's quite possible that you could faint again on the streets and who knows what would happen if some disgusting s found you lying on the sidewalk. Especially dressed like this," Jongup's fingers softly trailed from her shoulder down her lean sides, fingers caressing the silken fabric of her dress. The demon smiled and pulled away to lean against the couch and prop his arm up on the back rest. "So you can stay here until you feel better. I hope you don't mind if I ask a few questions though; like what's your name? Or what were you doing in that room?"

Feeling as if she reached her last breaking point, her fingers grew numb around the knob until she felt a pair of longer and much stronger ones intertwine with her own, only to gently push it aside and reveal the freedom for both of them. But before she could say thank you, he was already leading her away from the forsaken place and down towards the pumping crowd once more. The first thoughts that came in her mind was to get rid of the girl who put her in that situation. The second one was finding help and telling some sort of security guard about the issue that was completely out of her control, and her savior control. Thinking they would end up departing, she was taken by surprise at the feel of her body being pressed against his own, and his lips now making contact with her ear as he whispered some sort of apology. The rest of the words he spoke became a blur as she felt her mind spinning around, and a slight buzz spreading through her eardrums and getting louder as each second passed. And before she knew it, she lost all control of her body.

Within minutes, she could feel her head being drenched with some sort of cool and soft fabric. She wasn't complaining though, it cleared the pain that was trying to push through in her head. With weak and unsure movements, she lifted her arm up and slowly brought her hand towards her head. Feeling the soft and wet fabric, she realized that it was simply a wet cloth placed upon her head. She must have been partying too hard? Or simply hiding too long. Letting a small groan tear from her lips as she ran her fingers through her hair, she soon began to feel the rest of her body coming back to their senses. Finally, her eyelids slowly opened as her eyelashes fluttered ever so softly. The sight she saw at first were all blurred together, but slowly, her vision began to swiftly turn clear. Quickly bringing her hand back down by her side, her fingers slowly slid up and down the furniture that was holding her. As she turned to look at what was around her, her eyes harden at the sight. Where the was she? She could already hear her heart slowly increasing its pounding as she started to get anxious once again.

Without thinking twice, she quickly sat up and looked around, completely confused and nervous due to where she was at, or taken. It was clearly not her fruity smelling home she was always greeted with after a hard day at work, or just in general. Feeling the cloth fall into her lap, she swiftly turned her head towards the figure that was standing ever so calmly, and once again, charmingly. What was he doing here? What was SHE doing here? Gently sliding her legs so she could be put in a sitting position on the couch, she quickly fixed her dress that was rising from the position she was put in before she decided to sit ip. She was very uncomfortable. But knowing that he saved her once, it was hard to be afraid of him... She was more afraid of being caught by that creature that was devouring everyone in sight. Making another effort to speak, she gazed up at him in curiosity.

"What happened? Where are we?" she asked quickly, wanting to mainly know where SHE was since he looked more comfortable than she did. "Also, I wanted to say thanks for...helping me..." she trailed off quietly as she soon began to fiddle around with her fingers and her ring. So, they were alive? Smiling sadly, she reached for her necklace and gave it a gentle squeeze. Maybe her brother was watching over her? "I don't remember what happened after we left that... Room. Maybe the alcohol is to blame," she chuckled quietly as she brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. "I'm a bit sober now, so no worries... I should be heading home as well..." She wanted to forget about this horrid night..