𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣. ❥ nct oneshots.

sungtaro | angel or devil

desc:
the last thing shotaro expected was to see the devil in person.

latin is featured as the language of the higher-ups! (i used google translate, okay) translations will be at the end of the oneshot. it will also be in [bold].

⚠︎ ︎swearing, blood, sexual themes, mpreg ⚠︎

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if there was one thing that osaki shotaro would see in his infinite life, jung sungchan was not one of them.

he had merely been on a visit to earth late at night; nothing special about the day, just people conversing as the angel became one with the crowd.

then he felt it. a bad presence.

but bad wasn't uncommon on earth. there was just that one evil plotting person in every street, building, hallway– it didn't really matter.

shotaro waltzed into a club. he didn't like being inside for too long– the higher-ups couldn't monitor him due to all of the bad juju in the area. it was a blind spot.

this specific club was the black jack. famous for it's drinks (actually, more famous for it's bar fights), there was no doubt that the place would have a bad scent.

however, when shotaro walked inside, he was hit with probably the worst scent he'd ever witnessed.

jeez, this is a really evil scent. how many bad people are in here?

"hey cutie, what're you doing in such a dangerous place?"

and that's when it happened.

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sungchan was bored out of his mind. yes, earth was more interesting than the pits of hell, but there were too many good auras around for him to bear.

one place, the black jack, was a famous club with a lot of dangerous people.

and sungchan loved dangerous.

on this particular day he was doing just that. sitting at the bar, he watched the people around him. it didn't matter if it was eight in the morning, ten in the night– the club was always packed.

sungchan sighed, swirling the alcoholic drink in his glass.

suddenly, the was a rush of a good aura. brilliant, even. white clouded sungchan's vision, and he found himself hitting the floor.

he didn't hear footsteps; the man working at the bar had obviously witnessed this one too many times.

when sungchan's vision cleared, he saw glass by his hands and blood dripping down onto the tiled floor. his blood had mixed with the alcohol.

"ugh," the man grunted. he cleared most of his scars, leaving one on his cheek. the mixed liquids on the floor grumbled, before growing into a person.

"aha, i've caught you!" chenle joked.

sungchan waved a hand. "i need to stop bleeding around alcohol."

chenle coughed. "jeez, who's scent is that? that's like... peak goodness."

the older placed a hand on his hips. "i know, right? i don't think they're inside... yet."

"you should check that out," chenle said before disappearing, blood and alcohol dipping to the floor.

sungchan sighed. he wandered to the entrance of the club before another surge of the brilliant scent came. he was blinded again, for longer this time.

once sungchan regained his vision, his eyes darted around the room before he located the culprit.