**Flashback**

Once, there was a girl named Yn. She was a normal human, a girl with a golden heart and a doctor by profession. For her, saving lives wasn't just a responsibility or duty—it was her religion. She dedicated herself to her patients with unwavering compassion and care.

One evening, as Yn was driving home, she noticed something unusual near the forest area. There, lying almost lifeless on the ground, was a man. Alarmed, she stopped her car and hurried over to check on him. His pulse and blood pressure were weak, almost nonexistent. Despite the strange, otherworldly aura about him that whispered for her to stay away, her instincts as a doctor took over. She couldn't leave him there to die.

She gently lifted him into her car and drove him to her home. Once there, she treated his wounds and bandaged him up, noting his unusual features: feline-like eyes, skin pale as milk. He was ethereal, with an almost magnetic charm that she couldn't quite understand.

The man remained unconscious for a day, and Yn watched over him with growing curiosity and concern. Finally, the next morning, he stirred and opened his eyes. Yn entered the room just as he was waking up, a warm smile spreading across her face at the sight of him conscious.

"Good morning," she greeted him softly. "How are you feeling?"

The man blinked, disoriented but visibly relieved to be awake. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down Yn's spine.

"You're safe," she reassured him. "You're in my home. I found you near the forest, almost lifeless. I'm a doctor, and I couldn't just leave you there."

He studied her for a moment, his eyes intense and calculating. "You saved me," he stated, a hint of amazement in his voice.

Yn nodded, her smile gentle and kind. "Yes, I did. My name is Yn. What's yours?"

He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yoongi," he said simply.

"Well, Yoongi," Yn said, her eyes meeting his. "You're safe now. Rest and heal. That's all that matters."

As she spoke, Yoongi felt a strange sense of gratitude and connection to this human who had saved his life. He realized that her kindness had bound him to her in ways he hadn't yet fully understood. This was the beginning of a bond that would change both their lives forever.

For the first time in his existence, Yoongi found himself saved by a human—a mere mortal who had no idea of the true nature of the being she had rescued. As he lay on Yn's bed, recovering, he was struck by her unwavering kindness and bravery. She didn't know he was a demon, let alone the King of Hell. She wasn't afraid to come close to him, to touch him, to care for him.

This baffled Yoongi. Any other human would have recoiled in terror at the sight of him, even in his weakened state. Yet, Yn had treated him with compassion, brought him into her home, and tended to his wounds without hesitation. She could have left him there, knowing someone from Hell would eventually find and take him back. But she didn't. She had saved him, despite everything.

Yoongi realized that she wasn't just an angel, because if she were, she would have left him to his fate, as angels and demons were eternal enemies. No, Yn was something else—purely human, beyond the norms of Hell and Heaven. Her innocence and purity were more angelic than any celestial being he had ever encountered.

As he watched her move around the room, her soft voice humming a comforting tune, Yoongi made a decision. This human, with her golden heart and selfless nature, was something he wanted to have all to himself. He decided to disguise his true identity and stay with her, at least for a while. He concocted a background story, presenting himself as a wanderer with no family or home.

Over the next few days, Yn and Yoongi grew closer. She asked him about his past, and he spun tales of hardship and loneliness, which only made her more determined to help him. She showed him around her world, taking him to the places she loved, sharing her life with him. Yoongi, in turn, found himself inexplicably drawn to her warmth and genuine kindness.

In the dimly lit room of the old house, Yoongi sat beside Yn's bed, her fragile form barely breathing. "Yn, please hang on," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

Yn stirred weakly, her eyes fluttering open. "Yoongi... I wanted to tell you something today," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Tears welled up in Yoongi's eyes. "Save your strength, Yn. You need to rest," he urged, though his heart ached with the words left unspoken.

"But I..." Yn struggled to speak, her gaze searching his face with a mix of affection and uncertainty.

Today was meant to be the day. Yoongi had planned to confess his own feelings, to tell her how much he cherished her presence, how he couldn't bear the thought of losing her. But fate had crueler plans.

As Yn's breathing grew fainter, Yoongi's resolve hardened. He knew what he had to do, no matter the cost. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he reached for the ancient tome hidden beneath the floorboards—a repository of forgotten magic, whispered secrets, and forbidden rituals.

With the reluctant help of Namjoon, a friend who understood the depths of Yoongi's desperation, they sought out the elusive truck driver whose reckless actions had brought them to this brink of despair.

This is madness," Namjoon muttered, his voice tinged with fear as he handed Yoongi a small vial of blood.

Yoongi's hands shook as he poured the blood into the arcane symbols drawn on the floor. "I'm doing this for her," he murmured, his voice strained with emotion.

In the depths of the night, within a secluded chamber adorned with arcane symbols and flickering candles, Yoongi performed the ritual. The air crackled with unseen forces as he chanted incantations older than memory itself.

Blood mingled with the scent of incense, and Yoongi's voice trembled with each word. "I beg you, spirits of the ancient dark, grant me the power to save her," he pleaded, his heart pounding with fear and hope in equal measure.

And in that fragile moment between worlds, Yn's fate was forever altered. As the last echoes of the ritual faded into the silence, Yoongi cradled Yn in his arms, her skin now marked with a strange luminescence—a testament to the dark bargain struck.

Yn stirred, her eyes opening slowly. "Yoongi... what happened?" she asked, confusion clouding her gaze as memories slipped through her fingers like sand.

Yoongi's throat tightened with guilt and relief. "I had to save you, Yn. I couldn't let you go," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her brow furrowed in bewilderment. "Save me... from what?" Yn's voice trembled, her eyes searching his face for answers she couldn't grasp.

Yoongi held her face in his hands and pecked her face putting her in a comfortable deep slumber:" sleep my love....your king of hell would protect you and keep you alive no matter what it takes....."

And so, Yoongi and Yn vanished into the night, their destinies entwined by a bond forged in darkness—a bond that defied time and mortality itself. For Yn was now more than human, bound to Yoongi by a love tainted by the shadows of a pact with Hell—a love that would endure across endless ages, fueled by sacrifice and sealed in blood.

**PRESENT TIME WHEN YOONGI IS PREPARING TO PERFORM GHE RITUAL TO TREAY YN AND KEEP HER IMMORTALITY**

As Yoongi prepared the chamber once more, his hands steady with practiced precision, Namjoon entered quietly, holding a small vial of crimson liquid. The sight of it brought a bitter smile to Yoongi's lips, tinged with madness and an eerie calm.

Namjoon  passed the vial of blood to Yoongi.

He picked up the vial and inspected its contents. The crimson liquid inside seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. A dark grin spread across Yoongi's face as he recognized the familiar scent."It's him," Yoongi chuckled, a manic edge to his laughter. "The same old truck driver who dared to hurt my baby."

He uncorked the vial and took a whiff, savoring the irony. "Well, well... looks like he's finally met his end, eh? Off to sweet heaven," Yoongi mused, his voice laced with dark amusement.

"This is it," Namjoon said quietly, his voice tinged with unease. "Are you sure about this?"

Yoongi waved off Namjoon's concern dismissively. "He's long overdue for his journey to the other side. Today, he finally gets his ticket to heaven." He sniffed the blood, a cruel satisfaction curling his lips. "Funny how fate works. The man who almost took her from me now sustains her."

He spat to the side with contempt. "He's lucky he's not here for me to drain every last drop from him. But I promise you, Namjoon, not a drop of his blood will ever touch her again."

Namjoon watched Yoongi with a mixture of pity and fear, knowing the depths to which his friend had sunk in his desperate love for Yn. "Just be careful, Yoongi. This path you're on..."

"It's the only path that matters," Yoongi interrupted coldly, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep her with me. Forever."

With that, Yoongi turned back to the ritual, his movements precise and purposeful. The candles flickered ominously as he poured the blood into the ancient sigils, whispering words that echoed with power and ancient knowledge. The air crackled with unseen forces, and a chill settled over the room as Yoongi summoned the dark magic once more.

As the ritual reached its zenith, Yoongi's eyes never left Yn's form, lying still yet alive because of his sacrifice. She was his reason, his obsession, and he would defy even death itself to keep her by his side.

In the flickering candlelight, Yoongi's laughter echoed off the walls, a haunting sound filled with both triumph and sorrow. For in that moment, he knew he had condemned himself to a fate intertwined with darkness—a fate he embraced willingly, for the sake of the immortal love he held for Yn.

In the tranquil silence of the ritual chamber, Yn's eyes fluttered open, her breath coming steady and calm. She felt different, as though a weight had been lifted, replaced by a newfound vitality. The arcane magic had worked its mysterious power, restoring her with a serene beauty that seemed almost otherworldly.

Yoongi knelt beside her, his heart skipping a beat as he beheld her renewed radiance. "Yn," he whispered, his voice filled with relief and love.

Yn blinked, momentarily disoriented. "Yoongi... what happened?"

"You were hurt," Yoongi murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I couldn't bear to lose you, so I did what I had to."

A soft smile graced Yn's lips as understanding dawned. She reached out to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his devotion radiating through her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Yoongi's gaze held hers, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion he had long kept hidden. Without another word, he leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to hers in a tender kiss. It was a promise sealed in the softness of their embrace—a promise to protect her, to keep her alive and safe, no matter the cost.

As they pulled back, Yn looked into Yoongi's eyes, her heart fluttering with a mix of emotions. "I... I don't understand anything," she admitted quietly.

Yoongi smiled softly, kissing her forehead. "You don't have to understand everything right now," he assured her. "Just know that I'll always be here for you, Yn. Always."

And in that moment, amidst the lingering echoes of ancient magic and the quiet intimacy of their shared space, Yn felt a sense of peace she hadn't known before. She nestled closer to Yoongi, her heart finding solace in the promise of a future intertwined with his.

Their journey had only just begun, but as they sat together in the quiet of the chamber, hands entwined and hearts entangled, Yn knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be—with Yoongi, her protector, her love, her eternal companion.

~The end.~

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