"Seokjin darling, are you sure you don't want to join us for your uncle's dinner party?" Jin's mother asks as she stands before the large vanity mirror, placing on her expensive diamond earrings.

Jin is sat in the living room, all dressed in an expensive suit with his hair curly and parted, showing off his glorious forhead. He stares at the fireplace, eyes hooded with dark circles showing underneath, all from days without any sleep.

"I'm going to hang out with a friend mother." He says, turning over to her direction and giving her a fake smile. "I don't want to keep him waiting."

"Very well. If you change your mind, then let me know and I'll have your uncle set a plate for you. I know how much of a big eater you are." She jokes around and walks up to the couch and leans over, planting a small kiss on his head before going over to the front door.

"Don't forget to lock the door when I leave and don't drink too much!!"

"Okay mother." Jin waves at his mother, keeping a smile on his face as he goes up to the door and watches her and his father leave.

Once they were gone, his face falls with no emotion as he slams the door shut and locks it before turning around and walking down the hall until he stops at his parents room.

He goes inside and heads straight to their closet where he finds his father's safe and opens it, a smile adornig his lips as he lays his eyes upon his father's gun. 

He takes it and closes the safe again before leaving his parents room and going down the hall, making a stop at the mirror to stare at himself. "So handsome." He says before walking down the hall to the last door on the right.

The basement.

"I can't keep him waiting." He mumbles as he takes out a set of keys and unlocks the door.

A cold draft of air wraps around him, pulling him into the dark depths of the basement. Just within those depths, he hears the rattling of chains and a soft ghostly moan.

A cruel smile tugs at his lips as he descends into the basement, his eyes easily adjusting to the darkness. He comes to a stop at the foot of the stairs and reaches his hand up and pulls the light switch.

The bulb above reflects an eerie yellow glow that casts down on Jin's face, masking his eyes with a shadowy glare as he stares at the friend that's been waiting for him.

"Namjoon."

Namjoon sits at the corner of the room, naked, eyes wide with fear as he tugs and pulls at the chain that is connected to a dog collar wrapped tightly around his neck.

It all happened a few days ago, after Jin and his friends came in contact with Namjoon. Jin was left distraught, broken, and on the verge of a mental collapse. He lost sleep due to his thoughts on Namjoon and so one night, he went out for a drive and just so happened to have found Namjoon sitting at a park bench.

Namjoon was on the verge of freezing to death and was delirious from a fever. He had no idea what was going on, not even when Jin took him into his car and drove home, where he was then chained and locked in Jin's basement.

That was three days ago.

"You want your powers back, don't ya?" Jin lets out a creepy laugh as he stands before Namjoon, looking down on him like a master with his slave.

Namjoon whimpers, eyes glossing with tears as he gets on his knees for Jin. "Please-"

Jin slaps Namjoon hard across the face, then grabs Namjoon by his messy black hair and forces him to look at the ground. "You only want them back so you can hurt everyone again." Jin seethes into Namjoons ear. "I won't let you hurt us anymore."

Namjoon begins to sob. All of this was too much for him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to help you Jin. I want to help relieve your pain, and by doing so, I need my powers back."

"Liar!" Jin's voice comes out low and demonic.

He yanks Namjoon's head back to meet his gaze and Namjoon gasps, pupils dilating with raw shock and fear as Jin's eyes glow a dark shade of red, his hair turning from black to pink.

"I'm not lying! If I don't take them back, you'll become the monster I once was. It will be you that will hurt everyone." Namjoon cries out in agony, grabbing  Jin in desperation. "Jin, please believe me!"

"NO!" Jin screams, pushing Namjoon away as he then takes the gun and points it at Namjoon's head.

Fuck.

"Jin, please think about what you're going to do. Is all this worth it?"

"It is." Jin mutters, the fire in his eyes burns into Namjoon, making him shudder in fear. "I'm going to get rid of you and send you back to hell." Jin says with a trembling smile. "And then...I'm going to kill myself." He laughs. Namjoon doesn't find it funny.

"Don't do it." Namjoon says, making Jin growl at him, eyes glowing brighter with anger. "Think about your friends and your family!"

"I have, and they will be better off without me!" Jin's hands trembles, tears brimming in his eyes. "I can't function anymore because you fucking ruined me! You ruined my body, mind, and soul." Jin utters, eyes going wide as he presses the gun to Namjoon's head.

"I dressed up for this special occasion, so that when I go to hell, I'll still be the most hamdsomest man there and you'll gravel beneath me as I torture you for all eternity." He laughs, not realizing the tears that have fallen down his cheeks.

"A eternity in hell with me?" Namjoon grins, slowly rising to his feet. "You would die just to be with me in hell." He scoffs. "You still love me."

"No I don't!" Jin seethes, his voice cracking as more tears pool from his eyes. "I hate you!" Stop lying to yourself Jin...

"I love you." Namjoon replies, making Jin scream at him.

"I HATE YOU!!"

"I LOVE YOU!" Namjoon stands his ground. "And I know deep down, under that rug of hatred you covered over your heart, you still love me." He says, taking a bold step closer to Jin.

"But if you want to kill me, then I'll accept my fate." He says with a hard look in his eyes. "But just know that even in hell, I'll always keep on loving you."

Jin sobs, his vision blurring with tears as the voices in his head all talk at once.

His heart is torn, conflicted and confused. He wants to hurt Namjoon, badly, but at the same time, he still cares. Deep down, Jin's soft heart is telling him to put an end to his pain and let go of all that anger and hatred. Yet it was so hard when the guy he really liked, fucked him over and left him a shell of his former self.

Just do it Jin! Kill the bastard!

I cant...

Yes you can!

I CAN'T!!

Namjoon sees Jin having an internal battle with himself and decides to take control of the situation. He grabs Jin's wrist, twisting it until Jin screams and drops the gun.

Then, without hesitation, he grabs Jin by the shoulders and pulls him in for a kiss. Jin screams, fear and paranoia engulfing him, and Namjoon drinks it all in as he takes in a breath and begins to extract his powers out from Jin.

At first, Jin struggles to break free, but gradually found himself getting weaker. His resistence becomes short lived as he stops struggling and gives into Namjoon's kiss, both their tongues massaging against one another in a mini battle for dominace.

Slowly Namjoon feels his energy returning, he can tell by how strong he was feeling and how the cold air around him didn't affect him anymore. All his wounds, the cuts and the bruises, all of them were fading, leaving his bare body healed.

Jin's hair turns back to its black color and Namjoon's turns into it's infamous  platinum blonde, giving him that big dick energy vibe.

After a few long seconds, Jin's legs give out and Namjoon catches him, holding Jin in his arms. "I got you Jin." He says, caressing the side if Jin's face and brushing away his tears. "I wont hurt you, I promise." He assures with a small dimpled smile.

Jin pants lightly, eyes shifting with fear as he stares at the demon. Without Namjoon's demonic energy inside him, Jin's anger, sadness, and fear, all combine into one big mass of emotions until it combust, spirialing Jin's mind into the depths of his agony.

"It hurts." He says with a weak sob. "My mind, body and soul...everything hurts Namjoon. I want it all to stop." He tugs at Namjoon's shoulders, his hands trembling. "Please...make it all stop."

Namjoon can see the pain in Jin's eyes. He knows Jin's been through alot of emotional and mental tourmoil, all because of him. But this time, he's going to make things right.

Before anything, Namjoon grabs the dog collar Jin placed around his neck and yanks it off easily due to his strength. Then he picks up Jin and carries him bridal style up the stairs and out of the basement.

"Where is your room?" He asks and Jin lazily points to the stairs.

"Second door on the right." Jin whimpers in pain.

Namjoon goes up the stairs and towards Jin's room, being thankful that Jin's family wasn't home since he was walking around bare naked.

As soon as he enters, Namjoon places Jin on his bed and shuts the door. He then returns to Jin and kneels by his bedside, tightly holding on to Jin's hand. "I'm going to heal you Jin." He says as he lets go of Jin's hand and caresses the sides of Jin's face.

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon concentrates and lets his energy flow, gently pushing it into Jin. He's not storing his energy into Jin, he's just using it to heal Jin's body and mind, to relieve him of all his agony.

Jin falls into a relaxed state of mind, his hysteria and mental turmoil slowly fading away, leaving him relaxed, as if he was floating on clouds. Months of agony and pain are all gone in an instant, leaving Jin mentally, spiritually and physically healed.

Namjoon lets him go and stares at the beautiful man before him, biting the inside of his cheek as Jin lets out a soft sigh of relief.

He reaches out to touch Jin's cheek, but the human turns away. "I won't hurt you or your friends. Trust me." Namjoon whispers as he stands up, his clothes magically appearing on his body, that being black sweats and a large grey sweater.

Jin remains silent, eyes casting low and away from Namjoon.

Namjoon gets it, Jin is uncomfortable, and so he goes to leave, but a harsh tug on his wrist pulls him down, making him land ontop of Jin.

"Jin, what-" his words are silenced as Jin karate chops him on the neck.

"I'm still fucking mad at you for what you did." Jin says, eyes hardening as he grazes his fingers along the curve of Namjoon's cheeks before settling at those plumped lips if his. "But you saved me from myself so...thank you." A light blush dusts over Jin's cheeks, making the demon chuckle at him.

"I'm a fucking idiot with no jams who doesn't deserve you." He says as he pulls himself away from Jin, but Jin pulls him back. 

"Yes, you are an idiot with no jams who doesn't deserve a world wide handsome man like me." Jin smiles fondly as he begins to take off his suit jacket. "I haven't fully forgiven you, yet, but I am willing to give you a second chance." He tosses his jacket aside and kicks off his shoes. "Prove your worth to me."

"And how must I prove my worth to you? Tell me and I'll do it Jin. I'll do anything for you." Namjoon insists as he hungrily watches Jin undo his belt, eyes going wide as he sees the bulge in Jin's pants.

It has been a long time, and Jin was craving to be touched. Sure, he was still mad at Namjoon, but at the same time he missed Namjoon and the way Namjoon would hold him and look into his eyes as if he was the most precious person in the world.

Which of course he is the most precious person in the world, duh!

(A/n: all seven are the most precious treasures in the world!! *sobs*)

"Get on your knees, slut." Jin commands, his voice going a bit deeper as he fixes a hard gaze at Namjoon.

Namjoon's breath hitches, his chest heaving in and out with excitement as he gets on his knees for Jin. Normally he wouldn't like being called a slut, but if its from Jin, he'll gladly wear that title like a badge of honor.

Jin sits at the edge of the bed and tucks his pants down, kicking them off to the side before reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock.

Damn. Namjoon runs his tongue inside his cheek and reaches out to touch it, but Jin slaps his hand away with a mean glare. "Use your mouth you dirty whore." Jin's words hit Namjoon hard, turning him on at the same time.

"Yes daddy-agh!" Namjoon groans as Jin grabs his hair, roughly giving it a yank and tilting his head to the side so that he can press his sweet lips upon Namjoon's ear.

"Call me master." Jin growls into Namjoon's ear before roughly letting him go.

Namjoon groans, his cock twitching in his pants at Jin's command. Fuck, he's so hot when he's in charge. "Yes master." He says as he dips his head and opens his mouth wide, taking in the head of Jin's cock and giving it a swirl with his warm tongue.

Jin breathes outs slowly and tilts his head back, letting out a satisfied groan as Namjoon works his tongue down Jin's cock then back up again.

He takes Jin fully into his mouth, making his jaw slack so he can push Jin's cock further down his throat. Jin bucks his hips upwards, tangling his fingers tightly into Namjoon's hair as he fucks Namjoon's mouth.

"I want you to savor it, cuz this is the most exquisite meat you'll ever taste." Jin growls, his breath hitching as he feels Namjoon moan in submission.

Jin is giving out dom daddy vibes and Namjoon is all for it.

Namjoon feels his cock ache, the need to be inside Jin was killing him, but he must be patient. Jin is in control and he calls the shots now.

He continues to suck Jin off, mentally smiling as he hears Jin's moans of pleasure. Then suddenly, Jin's hips shudder, letting out a breathy whine as he cums deep within Namjoon's mouth. The demon happily takes it all, savoring the exquisite taste of Kim Seokjin.

Once satisfied, Jin pulls out of Namjoon's mouth as stares down at him, the curves of his lips turn upwards as a glint of need and lust flashes in his eyes. "Get up and strip for me, and don't use your powers."

"Yes master." Namjoon complies and stands up. He reaches to the hem of his sweater and pulls it over his head, showing off is honey toned skin and his abs. He then takes off his sweats and slides them off too, taking everything off until he was bare naked again infront of Jin. "Have I proven my worth yet?"

"Not yet." Jin marvels Namjoon's body and stands up as well, taking off the remainder of his clothes before laying upon his bed. "I want you to please me."

Namjoon happily climbs on the bed and hovers himself over Jin, easily settling himself between Jin's legs. Neither make a move, both just stare at each other in a moment of admiration and hesitation.

Jin was nervous, especially looking at Namjoon's blonde hair. It gave him flashbacks of the Namjoon from before, making him audibly whimper.

"Are you alright? We don't have to do this. I can find other ways of pleasing you." Namjoon assures as he pulls away, but Jin wraps his legs around Namjoon's waist, pulling back onto him.

"I'm nervous." Jin admits. "The last time we fucked, you got me pregnant and tried to take over the world."

Namjoon grimaces. "That won't happen again, ever." Namjoon firmly states. "I'm not that Namjoon from before. I've changed and I'm willing to do anything to make you happy again."

Jin frowns, still looking up at Namjoon's hair. "I'd feel more comfortable if you changed your hair color."

"My hair?" Namjoon giggles. "Okay, what color should I make it?"

"Pink." Jin says with a bright smile.

Namjoon shakes his head with a sigh at the obvious answer. "Okay, anything for you." Says the demon as he runs his hand through his hair, instantly turning it pink.

"Better?"

"Much better." Jin agrees as he pulls Namjoon down for a kiss.

Sparks ignite between the two as they give into each other, getting quickly comfortable with each other's touches again, like a connection was reestablished after month's of being dormant.

Namjoon slides his tongue across Jin's juicy lips, and the human happily welcomes him with a tongue and teeth filled kiss.

With one hand, Jin reaches down and grabs at Namjoon's cock, giving it a few good strokes, earning a deep groan from Namjoon.

"Oh baby..." Namjoon groans into Jin's mouth, his hips buckling into Jin's strokes, instantly getting hard.

"I want you." Jin whispers, fluttering his thick lashes as he timidly stares at Namjoon with pink tinted cheeks that matches the color of Namjoon's hair.

"I want you too." Namjoon whispers as he hovers his lips at the crook of Jin's neck and lightly sucks on it. "But it's been a while. Let me prep you first."

"No." Jin whines, both at the feeling of Namjoon's soft lips on his neck and the fact that he was too needy and horny to wait. "I really need you, right now." Jin hitches out a low moan as he feels his heat clenching for Namjoon's cock.

"Ngh-fuck!" Namjoon's hips shudder as he cums all over Jin's hand.

Jin continues to stroke Namjoon's cock, lubing it up with his cum before he sets it at his entrance. Both then stare into each others eyes as Namjoon then slowly enters Jin.

Fuck the sparks, it was fireworks and confetti that ignite inside Jin's mind as he slowly gets filled up with that Namcock.

That spine tingling, toe curling, goosebumps up the ass feeling overcomes Jin, making him throw his head back with a moan as Namjoon fully enters him.

Both are panting, excitement bulidng up between the two, as Namjoon begins his slow rhythmic strokes. He grabs at Jin's hips with one hand while the other props him up, giving him leverage as he gently rides his cock inside Jin.

Jin arches his back off the bed, grabbing and tugging the sheets as he lets out a airy breaths and high pitched moans. "Oh-!" He cries out when Namjoon runs his cock against his prostate.

Namjoon goes at it a bit faster, sinking his cock deeper inside Jin and making the human quiver beneath him. Jin rocks against him, latching his arms around Namjoon and digging his nails down Namjoon's back as he falls within the clouds of ecstasy.

"Faster." He moans and Namjoon complies, picking up his pace and slaming his cock harder inside Jin,  making the human holler out a loud cry as a shockwave of pleasure ripples through him.

They fall into a rhythm, both grinding upon the sheets as their bodies become one, fitting into each other like lost puzzle pieces.

Namjoon stops for a sec to turn Jin over on his stomach and goes back in at a much deeper angle, rutting against Jin so hard that the human places his hands on the head board for support, all while his falsetto moans fill the room.

Namjoon then reaches his breaking point, his stomach coils in, and he lets out