sunghoon was a demon, a high-ranking one at that. his specialty? harvesting sour souls — ones tainted by bitterness, regret, and resentment. he was good at his job, fast, efficient, and devastatingly handsome (not that it mattered, of course… unless?).

when he got assigned to you, he was ready. you were supposed to be an easy target — ripe for corruption. but the second he saw you, his whole plan went to hell (literally). because instead of being some tragic, bitter soul, you were… weird.

“hey, can you open this jar for me?” you asked, completely unbothered by his glowing red eyes and ominous presence.

sunghoon blinked. “i’m here to ruin your life.”

“cool, but i really need this jar open.”

he sighed, popped the lid off effortlessly, and handed it back. wait. no. that’s not how this was supposed to go.

days turned into weeks, and sunghoon, the great corrupter, found himself… failing. not because he wasn’t trying, but because you were just impossible to corrupt. instead of despairing, you found humor in everything. instead of succumbing to anger, you laughed it off.

"i'm literally a demon. aren't you scared?"

"nah, you're just a hot guy with horns. honestly, kinda unfair."

sunghoon choked on air. what?

eventually, he had to admit it — he wasn’t here to steal your soul anymore. no, he was here because he liked being around you. your laugh was infectious. your touch was warm. and one day, without realizing it, he just blurted out.

"so, are we dating now, or what?"

you blinked. "huh? i thought we were already dating?"

sunghoon.exe stopped working.