"If  he's the devil, I want to be his demon, what does the make me? Fact is, I don't care."

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Walking down the street when the sun has almost set feels really nice. As the winters are arriving, the weather gets cooler at this hour and I'm glad I brought my jacket with me. I hug the jacket closer to my body, as the music blasts in my ear, trying to distract me from the fact that I'm literally walking alone on a road to my house, especially at this time.

well normally, I would've taken my car with me but today I couldn't because it's with the mechanic. My car wasn't picking up the engine when I started it today morning. I was still glad that it was a day off today, so I didn't have to worry about going to college. Although I was thinking of going to library today because our mid sem tests are about to start in a few days.

The library isn't very far away from where I live so it wasn't much of a hustle for me. I walked to there, studied as much as I could, stralled around looking at the books. Look it isn't my fault, books where happen to be my motivation are the biggest distraction too. Although I did a lot of study for the day, I still wasted most of the time looking around at the books. So, the bottom line is I couldn't catch when the time passed by and I only knew that I'm late when the librarian herself came to me to tell me that she's about to close.

Now I'm alone, on the road with the little support that my handbag provides me. I pick my phone up from my pocket to again distract myself from growing darkness. Distraction is mind's trick to cope up. I'll try to use it to maximum right now. I don't want some ghost to boo me out of the sudden, or some gangster pull up on me and say 'hey girl, let me give you a ride hom-

A earphone which was once in my ear gets snatched from my side and I, with my sudden picked up heartbeat, look at the direction. As I look at the unwanted intruder, my knees almost fell weak. What is he doing here?

"Hello, my peach," he speaks but I can't see his mouth moving because he's wearing a matte black helmet on his handsome face. Though I can tell by his dark eyes that it's him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him in disbelief. He's on his Harley again. He's standing right next to me, his feet set firmly on the ground as he checks me out with his hungry eyes.

"Aw, I'm doing fine, how are you?" he takes his helmet off, shaking his head slightly to set his hair, which look so messily disheveled and so soft under the dark sky of dusk. My mouth suddenly waters at the sight of his face.

The nastiest memories of him from two nights back flashes in my mind yet again like a record playing on repeat. I've not been me since that night, my thoughts haven't been like before since that night. I think about it all the times and my dreams at nights have gotten so vivid, I sometimes think that I might wake up dripping in my own cum.

The next morning when I woke up, he wasn't there, but I wasn't in my bed either. I might've made a whole mess on my bed and he might've picked me up to some other room. my bedroom was clean when I walked to my room after waking up and I saw the new bedsheet covering the mattress showing that he actually cleaned the mess before he left. My clothes were changed too and the thought is still embarrassing for me that he saw me naked. I couldn't confront him after that night.

What actually was most embarrassing were the photos he sent me the same night which I saw after waking up next morning. In one pic, I could see my bed with the previous bedsheet which looked so wet like someone peed on it. As if it wasn't already much embarrassing, he also sent me a photo of my own face after I passed out . My face was red and wet with tears, sweat and his cum which was covering my skin in messy streaks. My eyes were closed but my mouth was parted, his cum sticking around at the corners. When I saw my face looking that filthy in that unholy picture, I couldn't believe it. Even the women I watched in porn videos don't look this wrecked.

To complete the whole picture, Jungkook sent me a text that said "next time before pulling some stunt, here's your reminder on who made you cum all over his face and who came on your face." My first thought was about how he actually got my number but at the pace he's invading every single aspect of my privacy, finding out my number wouldn't have been a big deal for him.

I cough when I feel butterflies erupting inside my traitor stomach. right now, he is looking at me with a devilish smirk like he knows what I'm thinking about. ever since that night, I'm avoiding him like some plague. I didn't have it in myself to go talk to him, or even look at him. luckily, he didn't cross ways with me in college, I didn't even see him in there either.

"Stop drooling or I might take this as a sign that you want me to fuck you," he asserts himself, full of his ego like he always is.

"The world doesn't revolve around you and give me my earphone," I plunge towards him to take it from him but he pulls it away further.

I furrow my eyebrows at him and take another step forward to reach the earphone which is almost behind his body right now, in his tight hold. In the process, I've gotten closer to him. my body almost touching his side and now that he's sitting on the bike, my face is almost in front of his. my heart palpitates at higher rate as I look into his dark eyes which looks like he wants to eat me alive. A shiver runs down my spine as I step away from him and look at him, with burning cheeks and knees that are about to give up. I extend my hand towards him with all the courage in me.

"Give it to me," I assert.

"Mh. Let me drop you at your house and I will," he gesture me to sit behind him with his head.

I sigh and then gulp. Leave it, I don't want that earphone. I'll just buy a new one, for now I just need to stay away from him or my body will betray me again. Where my heart feels good when I'm around him, my brain tells me to run away. Past haunts, screaming from my bones and I have no energy to do all that again because I know one day, he'll see me from beneath this skin of mine, one day the mask will slip. If it wouldn't scare him, he definitely wouldn't want to stay with a girl who's even afraid of herself. He'll just use me for once and then leave me, if not right then, then in a few days. It's bound to happen. So before he'll leave eventually, i'll try to not let him in. It has been enough already.

I ignore him and turn ahead. I take a step away from him and he calls out my name. Ignoring him again, I continue walking, only for him to catch up to me in less than a second with his roaring Harley.

"Stop being so difficult, Hana. You know it well that I know how to make you comply to me. So sit before I have to make you," he says, moving next to me.

"You don't have to, just go. I can go on my own-"

"I know you can but it's late at night. So, just sit," his dark eyes warn me.

It's crazy how just now he was playful and all of the sudden he's ordering me around. It's like he tries to be soft with me but at one limit, his act falls off. He loves being dominant and when someone don't comply to him, he looses his cool and I know that even if I get on his nerves, he would never do something to me.

Since when do you trust him that much?

I just look at him and before I could say anything, I hear a rumble of some other bike from distance. I don't put much focus on it because of the battle between my heart and mind. Listening to the most insane part of my body, I walk past him ignoring him yet again. I don't hear from him again other than him cursing under his breathe. It's for better if he just leaves before I actually start falling for his tactics.

The distant rumble of some other bike becomes clearer as I hear it nearby. My mind is only focused on the way in front of me but then the bike nears me to pass by me.

"That ass looks juicy, princess!" I hear one of the guys on the unknown bike shout at me.

My lips part is disbelief which builds into anger in a second. That guy who commented on me looks back at me as he blows a kiss to me before smirking and then looks at Jungkook who is not much behind me. The disgusting guy winks at Jungkook's direction before both of the guys howl into laughter speeding off the road.

My body starts shaking from inside in anger as I feel Jungkook's presence next to me. His heat is radiating out of his body and when I look at him, I see his red eyes staring down the road. He's mad, I've seen him like this last time in the boxing match only. And this look of his scares the shit out of me.

"Hold it," Jungkook gives me his helmet and then snatches my phone from my hold. I don't protest, not wanting to piss him off further. I don't know how he opens the phone, but he did and give me the phone back after clicking something on it.

I look af the screen to see the call screen. His number sitting on top.

"Just click on it once and I'll be here in less a few seconds. Stand here, don't fucking move an inch or I'll kill you, you get that?" he warns me, eyes red.

"Where are you going?" I ask him, fear roaring inside me.

"They need to learn a fucking lesson," he tells me and then after a last look at me, drives off the road as I just look at him dumbfounded.

"Why are you leaving me alone here?!" I shout back at him.

OH my holy mother...

What the hell?

I'm alone. On a road where there isn't any sign of anyone around. The air around me wooshes and the leaves of the trees on the road side shatter softly with each other, sending a cold shiver down my whole body. Goosebumps cover my skin and I shiver, pulling the jacket in closer. Although it's cold outside, sweat breaks out of my forehead.

I'm stranded in the middle of the road. And it's getting darker. The street lights are on but it does so less to comfort me.

Did he just leave me like this with his helmet and my phone with his number on top of call list?

Well didn't you want him to leave you alone?

I did! But... Ugh!

What do I do now? Just stand here? Wait for him?

I look up at the sky which is almost dark now, then I look around to see zero sign of any human. I don't know if it's for better or worse. Maybe I should just keep walking, my house is about five minutes away from here, I guess.

But Jungkook told me to wait for him, plus I have his helmet with me. It's not like I'm scared of him that he'll actually come and punish me again for not obeying to him, I'm just waiting because...

Fuck, fine, yeah I'm little scared of him.

My brain laughs out loud at me.

Well, it's not funny mr. brain. To be honest, it's your problem. if you were wired a little more nicely, I wouldn't have been scared to death by this dark night. Distract yourself. Think about nice things.

Him between your legs-

Hush. No, not that!

Think about dresses. My recent assignment went kind of fine but professor told me that I need to be more creative with designs. Recently I'm working on that only. creativity is my favorite thing when it comes to fashion desgining, and for that I need some inspiration. Most of my designs are always inspired by the things that are around me. I look down at the helmet in my hands. it feels heavy and some weird part of me wants to just run away with this in my hands. this will make him come to my house and-

Wait! What in the holy mother's sake is wrong with me. Didn't I decide to not get too much involved with him. Then why am I thinking these weird things? Oh God, I just need therapy because of how disturbed this guy has made my brain. I dont even think the way I used to think before and it's so deranged for me. so odd. so not me...

I trace the front side of the matte black helmet. It's big. Of course, he's a huge man with a big head. I bite my lips again at the thought of his head between my thighs. Butterflies erupt like some volcanic eruption at the unholy memory. He has haunted me, and might I say it feels kinda good. And this thought scares my inner self, the one that's put to grave.

Blocking the thoughts, I trace the texture of the helmet. rough just like him. There is some engraving done on the top of the helmet. The engraved thing reads as BSJK. Wait, I remember the card he gave me the very first night he broke into my house. The same thing was written on it in gold. BSJK. What does it mean? I guess JK means Jungkook only. He has the same initials on his boxing gloves. Then what does BS mean? It might be Blue Stones. That's what his gang's name is.

Blue Stones Jung Kook. BSJK.

Hmm that makes sen-

Boom!

I startle in my place as I hear a loud bang from distance. I look around to notice that it came from the direction Jungkook went in chasing those guys. Oh my holy mother. Panic surges through whole of my body as I look at the direction with my eyes as wide as saucers. My body goes rigid. My breathings gets shallower as I stand there with heart almost about to leap out of my throat.

When my brain starts thinking again, the first thought was about Jungkook. Is he ok? The sound was so loud, I don't know what actually happened and to whom? There's no way something happened to Jungkook. Right?

My hand feels clammy on the hard texture of the helmet. It's dark by now, sun down the horizon. The sky has been erupted into many colours from blue to black, all different shades and here under it, I'm standing with no idea of what's happening?

Fuck, as much as I think Jungkook is the strongest one there, he's still alone there and those guys were two. What if they've beaten him up...?

Is he dea-

"Fuck no... no. Stop overthinking," I mumble to myself.

But my brain has this marvelous talent of thinking of the worst scenario ever in tiniest situations. Even if the thing isn't that big, it will make me believe it is. That's just how this fucked up thing works and I end up in sweat and tears of my own, like now.

He's ok.

Fuck. I don't even like him to get this scared for him!

Delusional much?

What the hell do you mea-

Just in a moment I hear a bike raving up towards me from distance. My senses skyrocket as I look at the direction towards where Jungkook went. Is it him? It better be him. I'm already so shaken up, I don't want someone to pull some stunt on me. My grip on my phone tightens. its screen is still illuminating, if someone scary comes I'll just call.

Pfft. who would you call? Jungkook? who might not be in a situation to pick u-

SHUT UP!!

My brain laughs out, but my stomach is constricting even more. The sounds seems like to be of his Harley only but who knows? It might be taken by those two dudes and now they're coming for me?

a chill runs down my spine at the thought. should I run? hide away?

the thinking alone takes most of the time. all I can hear is the engine raving up towards me as it's too dark to see properly. the street light on top of me does so less to provide me with the light.

in less than a few seconds, I see the front light of the bike and the light straight strikes into my pupils making me squint my eyes. I cover the top of my eyes with my hand which is still holding my phone tightly.

the sound of engine grows louder and in less than few moments, the bike is right in front of me. it stops and my eyes clears to look at who that person is under the clear light now.

"Look at you being such an obedient girl, peach," he speaks and I don't need to know exactly who he is.

But I don't say anyting. I'm too stunned to speak anything. the man in front of me looks so different from what I saw him last, a few minutes back. his hair are disheveled, some sticking to his forehead with sweat. he has a big sinister grin on his face. I've never seen him grinnig this big, not even with Juri. and this grin isn't something that makes him look pretty, its scary, like something took over him. his eyes are shining like some predator who just fed on his prey. Making everything even more scary, he has blood on his clothes, tattooed arms and face.

my mouth is parted as I look at him. he's the one I'm scared of the most right now. he's not the Jungkook I've ever seen before. is this what he is when he goes out to do works for his gang?

"Jungkook...?" I ask, still stunned.

I don't even know if I should be terrified and run or just oddly find this hot, because its no denying that even though scary, he looks like work of art.

His eyes get their colour back somehow as they get less darker. he looks at my terrified yet stunned state and smirks at me.

"Hold this for me?" he extends his hand towards me and I look down at it to see a baseball bat in his hold. I almost shriek out at the site of it. it's covered in blood, top to bottom. from the look on his face, I can tell this blood isn't his. this blood is those two guys'.

My chest heaves up and downs at rapid speed. My hands shake as I look at him again. His eyebrows shoot up as to why am I not holding this blood covered thing. He sighs and shakes his head as if he can read my mind through my eyes.

"You should be the last person who should be scared of me in this sense. I would never harm you, my peach, not in this way," he smirks again and then chuckles again.

"How can I not be scared? you're literally covered in blood," I mentally pat myself for not stuttering.

"Mh, give me a minute," he keeps the baseball bat at the ground, supporting by his leg.

he pulls the bag which is on his back to front and pulls out some grey towel to wipe his handsome face and arms with it. I look at his veiny hands nicely wiping the blood off as if its just water after you came out of bathe. The way he's so casual about it scares me even more. But who am I kidding? I've seen him fighting in the ring before. When he's in that situation, he doesn't think anything other than killing the damn opponent. The thought sprews another of questions inside me? Who knows how many people he has killed before? How many will he kill?

He's so not normal and ther's no way in hell he'll be normal again. It's like he knows it too well just how not normal he is and how it's so different from the normal people from out there. He might just kill people and then come home to sleep his most peaceful sleep and the most fucked up part must be that he would never regret doing it.

As he's wiping himself, I gulp before asking,"Did you kill them?"

Ther's no need of actually asking this. As soon as the words leave my mind, I already feel nauseous. Maybe I shouldn't have asked it? Maybe I should've just let it remain a mystery on what he did to them? Maybe-

Jungkook chuckles,"Almost."

"What do you mean?" I squint my eyes at him.

He doesn't answer as he wipes his face next, before ruffling his dirty hair with the same towel.

"Killing is not what I do, Hana," he answers.

"T-Then what do you do?"

He looks into my terrified eyes darkly. The cast of light on top of us makes his sharp features look darker.

"I play with people's fear, then see them crying, begging and pleading me to let them go. I hear them scream for mercy. And you know what, my peach? it feels so peaceful to see them so vulnerable in front of me, so pathetic. Then... I take them away," he tells me, his voice suddenly few octaves lower and I feel my knees shaking.

"I kidnap people," he concludes.

The nausea that somehow settled back down in my stomach rises up again. How can a person do that? on daily basis? and how in universe's sake is this person in front of me trying to get me for him? there are girl's out there who might know these things very explicitly and somehow might be part of it, he should be behind them, not me. He's a fucking criminal!

He scoffs again,"But you don't have to be scared of me, Hana. If I wanted to kidnap you, I could've done way before."

Don't be scared of him?

Right now as I look at him, all I'm feeling is fear. What is he? And how can he be like this? How can someone be like this and feel peace in it?

He's a man full of mysteries for a normal girl like me. If I think my brain is fucked up, his is double fold. But I have to admit that whatever he is, it's intriguing and I'm falling into the pithole, even though I don't want to.

Now as he gives me a tiny smile, I stand and stare at him. His eyes dark, contrasting to my confused yet somehow  interested ones.

Now that the blood is off, I can see his handsome features again. The most nefarious person I've ever met, yet he's so the type of guy I dirty fantasized about alone in my room. But all those times it was just a faceless man, now he has a face. A very handsome one.

My blood roars in my blood with something hot settling in the pit of my stomach. Shit. My body is working up again. War of fucking hormones. I should stop.

I should stay away.

I should not get involved with him...

I should ignore his existence...

I shouldn't be with a bad guy....

I shouldn't. I just shouldn't...

I lick my lips and gulp.

Fuck it, I want him.

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Please read:

I've been seeing what's going on on wattpad recently. As an author of this story, I just want to clear that Mr. Midnight Sinner is only inspired by Rina Kent's books and might have tinge of Haunting Adeline too. And it's ok, to get inspired and writing your own story with different imagination. What's not ok is plagiarism, which you guys know I condemn the most here.

What I want to clear is that this book is in no way inspired by Tempted Sin fanfiction. The ones who've read it has pointed out the starting scenes to be similar with that ff. I started reading that ff recently and I see why you guys thought that. I would agree that the scenes give similar vibe, but it's just that. It's just a coincidence. I hadn't read that ff before I started Mr. Midnight Sinner. So please I ask for your trust when I say this that by no means I'm trying to make something like tempted sin. That book is really so good. It has similarities like this book but again, it's all coincidence. Idk maybe the author and me think alike? Idk? But I hope you have faith in me.

Secondly, I saw someone talking about doll master too. I've read that book in the starting only, but it's also after you guys pointed it out. And the only similarity I see so far is the divk piercing and the stalking stuff. I don't think there's any other similarity. And I also think that you guys see this as just a trope thingy in the book, not as plagiarism.

So, if in future I get accusations of plagiarism, I hope you guys would stand by me. Coz bro seriously I read tempted sin recently and saw quite a few similarities. Anyone would think that it's impossible for so many coincidences to occur all at once but I actually have no explanation for it. So I'll just ask for your trust. I swear I would never do something as low as stealing someone else's hardwork. ♥️

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll try to update next one soon. So bare with me.

Love ya guys for 40k on this book!

~Aster🌸