The club was thriving with the sound of heavy EDM music, with the hot and sweaty bodies from the countless drunken humans swaying to the rhythm of the beat.

Within the sea of bodies, past the dance floor and into a dark room just nestled in the back, the blonde demon with the silver eyes sits in the VIP section, overlooking his domain.

Taemin smiles to himself as he looks among the humans, his slaves, that he's captured since returning. Since coming back to the human world, he's had to start all over again in regaining his reputation. When he returned to the nightclub that he used to control, he found that a Yakuza had taken over.

With no hesitations, he killed the leader of the yakuza and enslaved his men, with an added bonus, he also took over the Yakuza's drug empire. It was a small empire, but it was better than nothing.

"Master Taemin, the kilos are ready to be shipped." a tall tattooed man in a black suit announces as he approaches the blonde. His eyes were a dead grey color, a clear indication that he was under Taemin's control.

"Excellent. Get them shipped out to Kibum, he'll be waiting for you by the underpass." Taemin says then dismisses him with a flick of his wrist.

The man leaves and Taemin sits back on his seat, watching closely at his slaves, though there was one particular person that stood out in the back of his mind. A certain human with a crescent moon eye smile and thick scrumptious lips that Taemin can't wait to sink his teeth into once again.

"Master, sorry to bother you but...you have a visitor." another man in black approaches Taemin, casting his eyes down to the ground at the leering gaze in the blonde's eyes.

"To whom might it be?" Taemin asks, but before the man could answer, Namjoon shoves his way inside the VIP section and stands before Taemin, looking like a wild mess.

Outraged, the man goes to take his gun out, but Taemin stops him and gives a curt nod. "Leave him here. We have much to talk about." Taemin says as he eyes Namjoon from head to toe, his face scrunching up with disgust at the putrid smell coming from Namjoon's clothes.

The man quietly nods in return and as soon as he leaves, Namjoon lets out a deep breath before wrapping his arms around his frame for warmth. "Taemin, I need you to lend me some more of your powers."

Namjoon's request makes Taemin frown a little.

"I've given you some already. Don't be a greedy bastard."

"You hardly gave me anything! The energy I have is only enough to heal myself. I need more! I'm fucking dying out there!" Namjoon pleads, Taemin laughs in response.

"I gave you enough so that you can go and see your precious Kim Seokjin." Taemin says as he tilts his head to the side, his blonde hair slightly covering one of his silver eyes. "Isn't he the one who you stored your powers inside of? Why haven't you gotten it back?"

"It's...complicated." Namjoon admits with defeat. "But i'm working on a way to speak to Jin."

Taemin wasn't convinced at all. He knew Namjoon was making excuses and the blonde didnt have the time nor the care in the world for Namjoon's pettiness.

"The deal here was that I help you get out of hell and see Kim Seokjin again, and in return, you get me what I want."

Namjoon gulps lightly, knowing that what he agreed to was surely going make him the bad guy again.

"I know...but it's not going to be easy for me to capture Park Jimin and bring him to you."

"I never said it was going to be easy." Taemin mutters lowly, his thoughts ranging back to Kim Taehyung, the incubus who killed him before he could get his hands all over Jimin.

"But a deal is a deal, Kim Namjoon. I help you out of hell, you bring me Park Jimin."

Namjoon grits his teeth, knowing he was playing a dangerous game. Park Jimin is friends with Jin and if something were to happen to Jimin, Jin wouldn't be happy. There has to be another way...

"But why him? Why do you need Park Jimin when there are millions of humans to pick from?" Namjoon asks and Taemin gives him a sinister smile in return.

True, Taemin can have anyone he wants, but Park Jimin was different. There was something about Jimin that reminded Taemin of someone from his past. "He interests me." Is what Taemin says as he glances off into the distance for a moment, a memory from long ago surfacing in his mind before he blinks it back and glances over to Namjoon.

"Leave, and don't come back unless you have Park Jimin." Taemin orders as he snaps his fingers, signaling two of his men to enter the room and grab Namjoon by his arms forcefully.

"Wait!" Namjoon shouts, frantically trying to pry himself away from the guards hold. "Please Taemin, let me stay here for the night! I won't survive out there in the cold!" he begs, falling to his knees before Taemin.

Being practically human, Namjoon was not immune anymore to the harsh winters of the human world. He knew his chances of survival were slim to none. Swallowing whatever pride he has left, Namjoon stays on his knees and looks up to Taemin like a dog pleading to its master.

"Please.."

"How pathetic." Taemin says with a laugh as he stands up and approaches Namjoon. "I used to admire you once. You were the most feared demon around, and now here you are, begging on your knees like a bitch." Taemin turns his back on Namjoon and goes over to a mini bar near the corner of the room. He grabs a glass and pours himself a drink, before taking a sip and letting a low sigh of relief.

"I don't allow weak bitches in my domain." Taemin says as he glances over his shoulder, his cold silver eyes glare intensely at Namjoon. "Get out."

"No! Taemin don't do this!!" Namjoon shouts as he his dragged out of the VIP section, through the sea of sweaty bodies, and towards the back door, where he is then man handled and thrown out into the snow.

The men shut the door just before Namjoon could get his hands on it. He slams his fist against the cold metal frame, cursing out profanities into the cold air. "Fuck you Taemin! FUCK YOU!" Namjoon lets out and punches the door frame again.

His hands eventually go numb from the pain mixed with the freezing cold air outside, but that doesn't stop him from pounding the doors. Eventually he stops and takes in a cold breath, letting the harsh reality of his situation sink in.

He knows Taemin was doing this because he failed to get Park Jimin, but the truth was, Namjoon didn't want to cause any harm to Jin's friends. He has no interest in capturing Jimin, but, if Namjoon doesn't do it, eventually Taemin will send someone else.

"Fucker!" Namjoon shouts out in a ragged, tired breath. The freezing cold air felt like glass scrapping against his lungs with each breath he takes.

He wraps his arms around his frame and looks around before stepping away from the door and walking out of the alley. The streets before him were covered in a blanket of snow, and soon it was going to get alot worse with how cold it was getting by the minute.

With no options left, Namjoom knew he had no choice but to confront the others and tell them of what's to come.

"I dont want to hurt you Jin...but i need to see you again..." Namjoon whispers as he lowers his cap to hide his eyes, wraps his arms around his frame, and wanders out into the cold night's embrace.

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a/n: ugh im sorry for the short chapter. the original chapter i had planned got deleted. ): so i did this as a last resort.

but good news, im finally back with a new phone!! lol I'll be catching up on my stories on here since i know you've all been waiting.

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