aphrodisia
centuries prior to jungkook became the 7th and final demonic god, there was another human destined for the same fate.
word count: 5.298
warning: i just be writing, smut, dirty talk, fingering, degradation, monk jimin, loss of virginity, noncon/dubcon elements, semi-public sex??, orgy scene (m+f), overstimulation, cult-like rituals, mentions of sexual assault, murder/gore moments, reader is branded, oral, blood drinking, psychedelic hallucinations?? masturbation, voyeurism, cannibalism lmao, creampie,
kinktober | tyrant (jk version)
A struggle gasp comes from Jimin’s lips, but not a word comes out. His throat is dry and hoarse and even an attempt to swallow is painful. The pain is just a reminder of where he’s at and what he’s gone through for the past six months. A reminder of what he himself had done to get here.
The stone floors are hard and cold underneath his frail body. His skin is sickly pale and sunken right against fragile bones. He cannot remember when he last felt the sun on his skin, the soothing pleasure that would cause his skin to warm and glow underneath it.
Jimin recalls a time in which he was a healthy man. His weight showed how blessed he was to receive a meal, and now he’s only given enough food to survive, not to gain any of it back.
It’s a miracle when Jimin finds himself crawling towards the stone wall in the dark dungeon, the only light coming from the small, circular window from high above. It aches for him to move his body, but he manages out of pure will to end his suffering.
Fragile hands touch the stone wall, sharp and rough underneath his touch. Calloused hands rub along the wall, eyes fluttering close. Without much thought in his mind - besides the ones that envision heaven away from this madness - Jimin crashes his head against the wall roughly. He does so over and over again until he feels trickling warmth pooling down his face - and even then does he not stop.
Jimin’s groaning as pain shoots throughout his body, but even after constant inflicted pain over the last months - or years, he’s lost count - it was just another day for him. His vision turns blurred and his body, already disorientated, falls forward.
There’s footsteps behind Jimin that he can hear, metal clanking against the stoned ground just outside the dungeon doors. He hears muffled words, but cannot make out just what they’re saying. He knows they’re close, just moments away from stopping him. They don’t want him dead, he recalls being told, alive enough to endure the torture he was told he deserved.
Jimin’s raspy voice lets out a gurgle, a final bang against the stone has his body falling limp, the warm liquid pooling around him now. He can’t hear anything anymore, he notes, nothing but a ringing in his ears that further dissociates him from reality. It’s dark, but the sun still shines from the window high above.
“How did you get here?”
Jimin ponders on the question, the voice unfamiliar. He’s alone, he notices. Yet, he isn’t beaten. He isn’t bruised. There’s no open wounds littering his delicate skin, nor is his bone poking out sickly due to starvation. His throat doesn’t hurt, nor is there a ringing in his ears.
How did Jimin get here, he thinks. His dark eyes stare at the high window, watching it grow larger and larger until he’s able to see just outside it - the village he once recited in. The monks he prayed beside, devoting himself to a God none of them ever saw, but were raised to believe was real. A God who hadn’t saved him from his months-long torture.
How did Jimin get here?
“Is…Is this okay?” Jimin, for once, hears a familiar voice. It’s meek and shy.
The image contorts. Outside the window, Jimin no longer witnesses the village. Instead, he sees you - the shy girl with flushed, warm skin with nervous eyes. The flickering fire dances against your naked skin. It casts you in orange shadows, a sight he never wants to leave his mind.
“Yes.” Jimin murmured. “Let go…”
Jimin watches the way the other women surround you, all naked. Their hands tug and roam against your skin, soft hands gripping at your breast, twisting and tugging your erected nipples. Other hands slide between your legs, forcing your thighs apart to show your glistening cunt to him. Delicate fingers swirl against your sensitive bud, causing a sharp moan from your lips.
Jimin now, and especially then, feels how hot he is. There’s a familiar sensation that goes through him as he watches the scene unfold, this time reliving the moment that would eventually be his demise.
Your body is trembling with overstimulation when Jimin’s wet tongue flickerings against your clit. Your thighs are held apart by the naked woman, your back against their naked chest. Soft hands are gliding up your body, gripping at your breast in contrast to the lips on your neck.
Jimin watches with unblinking eyes the way the women kiss, wet smacking sounds echoing in his ears. His eyes glide back to the version of himself, right between your legs. This was something so heinous - especially in the eyes of the Creator above. Someone like him, a monk whose job is to be purely devoted to his God. To follow the strict set of rules like hundreds of monks before him followed.
And yet, Jimin allowed temptation to cloud his judgment. His eyes would wander to the countless women from the village high above in the temple. When he prayed, his mind would find itself back to those of the women, all bathing in the river stream who trusted them. They trusted his judgment and prayer. They trusted his kindness.
Jimin’s head bobbed back and forth, finger inching towards your clenching hole. It’s tight, signalling him just how pure you truly were. Such a sweet taste, he thinks, and what was even sweeter was your moans. It dances through his ears as his fingers inched deeper and deeper inside of you, stretching your tight hole. He pumps them, enjoying the way your arousal pools out of you and not only onto his tongue, but onto his fingers, as well.
The act itself is something so unholy that Jimin assures that whenever he does, he’s deep in the wooded area. You are all surrounded by nothing but tall trees and smokey fire. The surrounding villages are surely to be fast asleep as the high night sky shines with nothing but stars and dark clouds.
Your eyes begin to flutter, the intense pleasure building up inside of you. Such a pleasure you haven’t felt before. Your eyes begin to grow glossy, your chest rising and falling with heavy breathing.
“The feeling is exceptional, is it not?” Jimin says, licking his lips as he pushes himself away from you. His fingers continue to pump in your tight cunt. The shadow of the flickering fire dances off of your smooth skin.
Your nipples are being twirled by the soft hands of the women surrounding you. Your eyes glance around for a moment, witnessing some women kiss amongst one another, their naked bodies rubbing together. Their lewd actions cause you to gasp, unsure if to look away or to keep your eyes on them.
You’ve never seen anything like this before. It was all new to you - even being away from home for as long as you had. You can still recall the day the man - tall and dressed in all black; thick robes that only the wealthy could afford - had come to your home. He had offered to take you away as his servant and, though you didn’t wish to leave the only home you had, you were far too much for your parents to handle. “One less mouth to feed.” was your father’s response, a handful of silver coins in his palms.
You were young at the time, but not naive. You understood what the nobleman wanted and it wasn’t a servant, but a slave. Someone for him to control and use at any given moment. You recall your legs aching and your heart pumping with fear when you ran away from the man, but your legs could only go so far.
“A-Ah!” you gasp, your mind returning back to reality. The pressure you’re feeling in your stomach is nothing you’ve felt before.
“I think she likes it~” a smooth voice from behind you sing-songs. Your breasts are engulfed in her soft hands entirely. “Don’t you, Y/N?”
You don’t get to respond before a pair of lips are on you, soft tongue parting your lips apart to dominate your passive one. You’re sweating, your body growing hotter and hotter by the second. Your thighs are quivering, the pumping fingers only growing faster and faster.
It was these women who found you that night, running because your life depended on it. Your clothing was ripped nearly to shreds by the nobleman when he captured you, screaming obscenities at you. He held you down, both of his thighs on either side of you. Your eyes burned with tears when his greedy hands gripped your chest, his thumbs rubbing along your nipples until they were erect.
You trusted the women with your life after realizing it was them who stopped the man. Your eyes were squeezed shut and no fight left in you when hot liquid poured onto your face. Your eyes snapped open and you recall the way you screamed at the sight of the man, eyes plunged open and a sharp blade plunged from his open mouth, crimson blood pouring from his mouth.
“You’re safe now.” one woman says, placing a soft and caring hand onto your head. She rubs it tenderly.
A string of saliva connects your lips to hers when she pulls herself away just as the pressure becomes unbearable. Your head falls back onto another woman's chest.
Jimin’s eyes blink, another throaty sigh coming from his lips as he continues to watch through the window. The way he mounds onto your sweaty body, entering himself in you with one swift movement. The way your thighs continued to be forced apart by the women surrounding you - most in which were already engaging sexually amongst themselves.
That is how he got here, Jimin thinks, eyes unblinking as he watches the way his hips rut back and forth, his cock entering you deeper and deeper. He stares at the way he throws his head back, fingers digging into your hips.
You’re loud now, the pain unbearable. Your eyes swell with tears, body visibly shaking. His thrusts were punishing and with each pump, the pain of being stretched out grew worse and worse.
You were always told that doing something unholy such as this was forbidden, especially unwed. It’s what you fought so hard to run away from the nobleman chasing you. And yet, here you were willingly.
“It’s okay.” Jimin murmured, leaning down to place his forehead against yours, his nose nudging your own. “It’ll feel good soon.”
Jimin’s words rang true, even if it did take longer than you’d wish. The unfamiliar pain that shot throughout your body soon turned to pleasure, one so utterly delicious that it has you wanting more. Your body is limp in the arms of the women holding you, their hands and lips dancing on your hot skin.
Your cunt leaks with pleasure, your body wanting him deeper and deeper inside of you. Your moans grow louder, melodically syncing with those of the other women. Your glossy eyes blink away the tears to stare up at the beautiful man - the man you were told was your savior. The man who could take away all the sins of your past and steer you down a righteous path.
“It feels good, right?” Jimin’s wet mouth is on yours before you can respond, cock impaling you more and more. His tongue slides into your mouth lustfully, claiming you as his.
It feels amazing, you think, walls squeezing around him.
The scene before Jimin’s eyes contorts from him and you and the sea of women, to the mob that ensues afterwards. The way he’s torn away from you just as he cums inside of you.
“You’re meant to be here.”
Jimin’s eyes widened as the scene ended abruptly, a raspy sigh coming from his throat. He doesn’t need to see what happens further as he lived it. He recalls the way he was dragged out of the forest and publicly declared a sinner for all to see. He was stripped of not only his title, but of his clothing and thrown into this very prison.
Jimin knows his actions had caused him to be beaten enough to lose all faith and dignity, but not enough to lose his life. This was his punishment.
Jimin chuckles almost bitterly.
“This was always going to happen as it was destined to.”
The blood is still fresh as it trickles down Jimin’s head. His eyes begin to close, accepting the fate of whatever voice in his ears were telling him to. He couldn’t hear the voices of those surrounding him - not of the guards outside the door trying to break in. Not of their boisterous voices demanding he listen to them.
Nothing but that of the unknown voice in his mind.
“You, my brother…”
Jimin’s eyes flutter open, slowly widening it when he realizes that he no longer sits in the small, stoned dungeon he wallowed in for months. He’s surrounded by darkness entirely, his eyes coming face to face to four other beings before him, their eyes staring down at him.
Jimin feels his heart racing, but he cannot bring himself to react.
“…are ready to be one of us. Your entire life was predetermined to lead you right here to this moment.”
It’s the third man that speaks, siren-like eyes staring down at him with no emotion. Jimin notices the dips in his cheek when he speaks to him.
“Let go of your humanity and join us.”
Dark eyes scan over the figures. They weren’t human, Jimin notices. He ponders just what these beings were that appear so human-like. They appear to glow in this void of darkness, their eyes as dark as the abyss he now resided in.
Let go of your humanity, the voice rings in his mind - over and over again.
Jimin has once heard of such tales that devilish beings possess such beauty to fool humanity into joining them. And even now as Jimin sits here, his body fragile, starved and beaten, he realizes that he no longer cares. He doesn't care about the lives he once prayed for - the lives of those who trusted in him and his judgment as a monk. He no longer cares about being close to the Creator, an entity he prayed everyday to be a part of.
Weakly, Jimin’s right arm raised. He reaches out for the beings, unable to speak but his actions are enough. He chose which side he wanted to be on.
It’s your eyes that are widening when the loud explosions happen, causing a gush of wind to follow suit. You’re nearly unable to open your eyes due to the intensity of it all, debris flying into the air. You shield your eyes from being attacked, a low gasp followed by a shake of your head.
There’s yelps and gasps surrounding you and your family - the sea of women you’ve been with for years now. Your hair swoops along the wind and slowly, you begin to open your eyes to see what’s happening. Your heart pumps and your eyes slowly widen when they adjust to the heavy winds. The sky is a muted orange, nearly brown, and the once clear sky is full of dark smoke. The flames are immense and they're coming from high within the hills where the sanctuary is located. Your ears pick up the screaming, but not from you or any of the women surrounding you, but from the sanctuary itself; where the monks and nuns reside.
“What is happening?!” one woman exclaims, getting to her feet. “We have to go!”
You’re stunned for a few moments, but even you understood you all couldn’t stay here. The large flames could reach you just as rapid as it took for them to begin. The surrounding sky darkens entirely behind clouds of smoke, almost as if the sun never shined previously. Just as you manage to stand your ground against the aggressive wind, the loud and deep ringing sound ignites. It’s the bell from the sanctuary clanging. Usually, it would be a signal to call those into worship. Now, however, it’s an alarm for an impending doom - you’re certain of it.
“Come.”
Your hand is grabbed by Violet. Her eyes are wide and frightened, a look you’ve never seen on the women before. She’s always strong, shoulders relaxed and head high. You recall that it was her all those years ago who had brought you in - her who held the knife that slain the nobleman. Her hair, similar to when you first met her, flies along to the heavy winds. She squeezes your hand in hers and tugs you, following after the other women to safety.
Your heart pumps in your chest as you sprint. It’s difficult to do anything with the wind slamming against your body, and though you’re managing, you feel as though your body would give out at any moment. There’s a rumbling sound before a violent jolt and shaking occurs right beneath you. The ground begins to tremble, your eyes flying to the grassy field, shock overcomes you.
“Vi…Violet-”
The trees surrounding you all shake violently, swaying back and forth as if they have a mind of their own. Running becomes difficult and your hand falls from Violets. The ground right beneath your feet begins to rise and then fall rapidly, an act you’ve never seen before with bare eyes.
“Y/N!” a voice screams through the whistling of the wind. It isn’t Violet’s voice, you note, but instead another woman’s. You don’t have time to react before your feet are lifted from the ground itself, your body flying to a nearby tree.
Your body trembles, pain shooting throughout your entire body. The wind doesn’t die down and instead it holds your body against the tree. You’re able to open your eyes just a bit to witness that not only you are in the same position, but so are the rest of the women. Their bodies are in fetal positions against trees or boulders. The only whimpers and cries you can hear are the ones closest to you, Violet nowhere around for you to witness.
The ringing sanctuary bell sounds even louder in the distance, followed by even more bloodcurdling screams. Your hands clasp around your ears, an attempt to silence it all out.
You’re unsure how long the screaming lasts - it grows louder and louder, causing a ringing in your ears until it suddenly stops.
As does the wind.
For a long moment, you’re still, eyes blinking open to see what in the world has happened. The vibration and rumbling in the ground ends just as abruptly.
“Vi…” your voice whimpers, eyes roaming around in the darkness to look for her.
There’s flames that erupt around all of you, so sudden that it causes you all to squeal. You sit upright, witnessing as the flames circle around the tree’s trapping you all within it. “W-What-” your voice catches in your throat when a flicker catches your eyes.
“Lord…Jimin!” That voice, you think, belongs to Violet.
Your eyes widen at the man standing before all of you. Murmurs and gasps surround you, the women just as astonished as you are.
Jimin stands in the center of the flamed circle, the orange flame flicking against smooth, golden skin. The last you saw of him, he was being dragged off by the mob of angered men; a few of them in cloaks similar to his own. He was branded a traitor, they said, for going against their Creator. He wasn’t pure anymore, they said, as he succumbed to lust.
The mob of men and monks - along with the sanctuary - blamed you all; the women you now call family. They called you harlots and banished you from the village. You weren’t welcomed anymore and haven’t been for months.
You let out a low gasp. You told yourself Jimin had died, the man that was stripped from his clothing and beaten for all to witness before he was dragged into the sanctuary. However now he stands before you all, seemingly alive and well.
You stare into his eyes, your heart jolting. The look in his eyes isn't…humane. They’re different from the last time you saw him.
“Lord Jimin!” squeals and yelps. A few women stand to their feet, making their way to him. Others crawl, their hands and knees growing muddy against the ground. “You’re alive!”
Jimin watches the way the women surround him, their hands tugging at his clothing with wide, hungry eyes.
“We’ve prayed for a safe return!”
“You’ve finally come back to us!”
Jimin hums. For a moment, he closes his eyes, allowing their heartbeats to ring in his mind. Such devotion, he thinks to himself, cannot be unmatched.
“You all,” Jimin opens his eyes, his voice velvet - smooth like honey. “are the reason why I’m alive today.”
Maybe it wasn’t the truth, but it’s what Jimin would tell them. They were loyal followers, he thinks, those who deserve what his new powers could grant him.
Jimin had learned what he had become, or what he was destined to be by four of the demons who visited him. This was fated for him - set in stone the day he was born into this world. The embodiment of lust is what Namjoon called him; him the embodiment of Pride. His body had been reborn all for a short price; the lives of those he once cared for.
Jimin had felt nothing as he watched the lives of the monk and the townspeople die, a handful of them succumbing to the crumbling Earth that opened. Others were caught by flames.
Jimin’s favorite were the ones who clinged on for their lives, begging for a Creator that wouldn’t be saving them.
You watch as Jimin raises a right hand, his fingers shimming lightly. Faster than what your eyes can capture, sparks fly off of his fingers, striking each of you right on the chest.
You howl out a cry, an action that isn’t just your own. You rip at your garment, unveiling your chest to witness the burning marking on your flesh. It sizzles, the heat biting at your skin as it begins to blister.
Your eyelids grow heavy, your mind flickering with sudden confusion. Your neck rolls from side to side, your body growing suddenly hot. Your mind feels lost, deep in your consciousness - as if you’re watching yourself from outside your body.
Your hands claw at your clothing, pulling it off with swiftness. Jimin watches, pleased that the brand on all of the women’s chests begin to work in his favor, just as he wanted it to. It doesn’t take long for the sex to begin
“With this brand upon your skin, I’ve claimed you.” Jimin says, though he doesn’t speak aloud. He’s in each of their minds, speaking to each of them as they all do as he was destined to. Lust - the lewd sexual acts is exactly what he was destined to be. This was much more fun than his life as a monk.
Jimin makes his way towards you, dark eyes watching the way your hands dip between your legs. You widen your naked thighs, showing your glistening cunt. He hums, eyes zoning in. In a way, he barely got a chance to finish what he started with you, the once virgin women he fucked before his conviction.
There’s a strange calmness in your body that contrasts the boiling in your skin. You’re drooling, saliva trickling down the corners of your mouth as your fingers rub aggressively at your already swollen bud. Your nipples are painfully hard, your left hand gripping your breast in your palm for more pleasure.
“You love the feeling, don’t you?” Jimin says, kneeling right in front of you. Moans and squeals surround you two, the fucking women only adding to the sensation and atmosphere.
“Ye-es, Lord Jimin!” you slur, eyes rolling. “I…f-feel so go-o-od…!”
Your fingers dip into your wet cunt, pumping in and out of you at such a rapid pace. You’re insatiable, the pleasure erupting throughout your body. Your free hand twists and tugs at your nipple.
“You are such a good little, whore, Y/N.” Jimin hums, a low smile forming onto his lips.
Blinking your eyes open, you look right into his. Your heart pumps, mouth falling open to let out a moan.
“My loyal whore.” Jimin murmurs.
“Y-Yes, Lord Jimin!” you squeal, widening your eyes. Your consciousness slips further and further away from you, your mind consuming around nothing but the man - if he even was that anymore - in front of you. “Please! P-Please let me pleasure you, my Lord!”
Jimin chuckles at your words. The burning mark was causing you all to hallucinate, but it wasn’t something either of you didn’t want. It just heightened it.
“Do as you please.”
Jimin sits back, in a blink of his eyes his own clothing vanishes. You witness the smoothness of his skin, clear of any blemish or marks - the stab wounds and open wounds from his human life are all gone as if it was never there.
Your mouth salivates at him, eyes sparkling. They marvel at the man that appears to be like a sculpture, perfectly carved and greeted to perfection.
You crawl towards the man, your hands resting on his thighs, his cock just mere inches away from you. “You’re so beautiful, my Lord.” you murmur, right hand sliding to capture his cock in your palm.
Jimin’s senses are heightened. He can feel everything - the way the women kiss one another, lips gliding across their skin until they’re falling deeper and deeper. The suckling onto their nipples, the grinding against bare cunts.
Jimin feels it all - even when your mouth captures his cock. Your tongue twirls against the tip, a dazed look in your clouded eyes. You haven’t done this before, Jimin knows, as you there weren’t any men in this group. However, you do what you do naturally; whatever it takes to please him.
You take Jimin’s cock in your mouth deeper, slobbering messily on it with all your might. Your cunt is throbbing, arousal dripping down your thighs. Saliva pools down your mouth and onto your chest with how messy you were.
Jimin’s hand grips your hair tightly in his palm, grumbling.
“He’s a natural.” Yoongi states, boredly watching from the abyss. The ceremony wasn’t technically over until all of those Jimin deemed as important to him - sacrificial lambs Yoongi; the embodiment of Sloth, likes to call them. Only a few were left, monks who were held just outside the flamed circle.
“It was destined.” Hoseok, the embodiment of Wrath, claps his hand. He recalls how many lives he took in his own ceremony, a day he wished he could live over and over again.
“Such adoration…” Jin shakes his head. “...these women were utterly obsessed with him even before the brand.” he chuckles, eyes watching the way Jimin’s hips rut in your wet mouth, wet tears pooling down your cheeks.
“You sound like you want to join.” Namjoon furrows a brow, lip curling upward to reveal deep indents on his cheeks.
“I’m a glutton.” Jin shrugs his shoulders.
Jimin rips your mouth from his cock, saliva sliding down his redden trip. Jimin shakes his head, dark eyes watching you closely. “Turn around.”
You do as you’re told, turning away from him for the first time. It’s then you realize the amount of sex happening around you.
Jimin forces your thighs apart, a hand on your waist. He doesn’t need to ease into you as your pussy is more than wet and willing. His eyes zone in on how tight you were.
It’s like you were a virgin again, squeezing around his cock lovingly. It’s exactly how he remembers it; wet and warm and only belonging to him.
Jimin rocks his hips, drilling his cock inside of you so lovingly that your throat clogs. Your nails dig into the soil, clenching the earth. Your back arches, wanting more and more of his cock inside of you.
Your mouth lets out such slutty moans, walls tightening around his pounding cock. Your stomach bulges with each thrust, his cock anything but human. You're quivering with pleasure, eyes rolling and mouth agape.
Jimin is amused with how well you’re taking him, almost like a real slut would. He’s smug, chuckling darkly to himself, pressing himself further inside of you. He’s so deep, hitting a spot that sends you over the edge entirely.
“Oh?” Jimin licks his lips, eyes trained on the creamy liquid pouring between your trembling thighs. “You’re cumming already?”
Jimin can feel your cunt spasming beneath him, but he has no intentions of releasing you yet. Instead, he pushes you further against the grassy terrain and continues his pounding, left hand sliding up to rest onto your neck. His nails dig into your skin deep enough to draw blood. “Your cunt is still tight like it was when I fucked it prior, Y/N.”
You can only whimper a response. The pleasure that shoots throughout your body is almost painful. You covered in dirt now, but you couldn’t care less because Lord Jimin was fucking you. He was giving you exactly what you begged him for.
“Please~” you groan - a long, drawn-out groan that comes from deep within.
Releasing your neck and slamming both hands on either side of you, Jimin deepens his thrusts, grunting animalistically above you. Moans surround the two of you, some women reaching their highs while others almost there. The act could be seen as beautiful, Jimin thinks, if he wasn’t going to fully make these women monsters of themselves.
Your pussy squeezes around Jimin again, the leaking cunt ready to cum again. You’re so greedy, he thinks, taking him so well. It’s what you deserved for being a loyal follower all this time and allowing him to take something so sacred from you from the beginning.
This was destined to him, Jimin thinks. Him being a demon, to him having his followers - to him having you.
You squeal when you feel a hot liquid pool into you, clenching around his cock to take all of him in. You didn’t want to waste a drop of his essence.
“This might be one of the best ceremonies yet.” Jin speaks. “Each generation won-ups the next.”
“Yours was over 400 years ago.” Hoseok snorts, a smirk on his lips. He’s teasing, as his was over 200 hundred years prior.
“We’ll see what our next brother has in store for us.” Namjoon retorts.
“Great.” Yoongi groans , sarcastic. “Another 100 years to go until we have our Envy and 200 until we have our final brethren.”
Hoseok adverts his eyes back to the sea of naked women. Their teeth sink into the monk's skin, tearing it apart hungrily. He chuckles at the sight of these once dainty women become beasts at the command of their leader.
“I suppose the ceremony is nearly over. The last few survivors are being eaten alive as we speak.” Hoseok points.
Jimin watches satisfied just as your own teeth bite hungrilly into the flesh, licking the crimson blood from your mouth. The hallucinogen clouded each of your minds that you all probably have no idea what you were doing. In a blink of an eye, Jimin is dressed in dark attire. The sun, slowly, begins to make its appearance as the flames surrounding them die down.
“Welcome.” a voice says in his mind, though fading further and further back into the abyss.
This is what it’s become, Jimin thinks, what it was all destined to be.
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