#bluekittyworld

[bluekittyworld]

Still with YOU.

Hi! I have had this idea for a while, I am just trying to put into words for this fanfic.

Pairing: Devil Jimin x Human (f) Reader

Warning: 18+ (some chapters include smut and death)

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Smut (Fluff if you squint your eyes)

Please any feedback will be appreciated! Your words and likes motivate me to write more :)

Also please don't copy, or post/translate my work on other platforms, thank you.

Happy reading, and PLEASE give me feedback, tysm <3

Approx. 6 chapters, 14k words

Summary: Growing up, you didn't embrace religion as fervently as your grandmother did, but her deep faith often led her to take you to Sunday prayers. The Church is where you met a Priest named Jimin, you couldn't shake the strange attraction you felt towards him, a magnetic pull that seemed to defy reason.

Jimin takes you through each sin, corrupting your soul, in the end do you ultimately end up in hell?

Masterlist

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 [End]

At the tender age of four, you had an imaginary friend like many other children do. He was a comforting presence, older and wiser, and you cherished the time spent playing together in the backyard treehouse that had stood for years before your family moved in.

But as you grew older, the visits to the treehouse became less frequent, overshadowed by the weight of tragedy and loss. The untimely passing of your parents in a tragic car accident cast a pall over your once vibrant world, stealing away the joy and innocence you once knew.

In the wake of such devastating loss, even the simple pleasures of childhood seemed to lose their lustre, leaving you adrift in a sea of grief and sorrow. The treehouse, once a sanctuary of imagination and play, stood silent and forgotten, a poignant reminder of happier times now lost to the past.

You moved into a cottage where your grandmother lived after the incident, you were just 9 years old. The cottage was situated in a small village just a couple of minutes away from the church.

Growing up, you didn't embrace religion as fervently as your grandmother did, but her deep faith often led her to take you to Sunday prayers. Despite not having many friends your age in the countryside, where mostly retired individuals resided, you found solace in the companionship of your grandmother's friends.

Over the years, you formed close bonds with them, cherishing the warmth and love they showered upon you. Their affection filled a void in your life, offering a sense of belonging and acceptance that you had yearned for. Yet, amidst the love and care they provided, you couldn't shake the lingering feeling of longing, a desire for deeper connections and a sense of purpose that seemed to elude you, maybe because your parents left you so early?

As adulthood beckoned, you made the conscious choice to pursue your studies through online lectures, opting to remain close to your grandmother rather than venture onto a distant campus. Some might have labelled you as immature for your decision, but you knew that your grandmother was your only family, and her time with you was precious and limited.

The thought of leaving her side, even for the pursuit of higher education, filled you with a sense of dread and guilt. You couldn't bear the idea of being apart from her, especially knowing that her time on this earth was drawing to a close. In your heart, you knew that being by her side during her final days was the most important thing, and you were willing to sacrifice other opportunities to ensure that she was not alone.

As your grandmother's health declined, it became increasingly difficult for her to visit the church on her own. Recognizing the importance of her faith in her life, you took it upon yourself to accompany her to Sunday prayers each week.

With the arrival of a new young priest at the church, you couldn't help but notice a sudden surge in the number of elderly ladies attending the services. It amused you how the presence of a handsome man seemed to reignite their religious fervour.

Shaking your head in amusement, you guided your grandmother to her favourite spot in the front row, ensuring she was comfortable before taking a seat beside her. Despite the comical circumstances, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the community of faith that had become a source of comfort and solace for your grandmother.

“I am Jimin, and I will be reading the passage from the Bible today” the young priest introduced himself and a sense of familiarity washed over you. His smile, warm and genuine, seemed to pierce through the crowd, locking onto your gaze with an intensity that made you slightly uncomfortable.

Despite your unease, there was something about him that tugged at the edges of your memory, a nagging sense of recognition that you couldn't quite place. How could you feel like you knew him when you had never met him before?

As Jimin began to read from the Bible, his voice resonating through the hallowed space of the church, you couldn't shake the feeling of being drawn to him, as if there were some invisible thread connecting the two of you across time and space. It was a mystery that lingered in the recesses of your mind, waiting to be unravelled.

Lost in a trance-like state, you found yourself more captivated by Jimin's physical presence than the words he spoke. His flawless, almost golden complexion seemed to glow in the soft light of the church, accentuated by the pitch-black cascade of hair that framed his strikingly dark eyes.

Your gaze lingered on his plush, pink lips as they moved in rhythm with the words of the passage, each syllable rolling off his tongue with a mesmerizing cadence. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing with each word only added to the allure, drawing your attention like a moth to a flame.

It was as if time had slowed to a crawl, the world around you fading into insignificance as you became lost in the ethereal beauty of this enigmatic man before you. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating pull of his presence, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume all reason and restraint.

Feeling the weight of Jimin's gaze upon you, you were jolted out of your reverie by the sound of his throat clearing. Heat flooded your cheeks as embarrassment washed over you, realizing that he had caught you staring.

Quickly averting your gaze, you focused intently on your hands, your fingers fidgeting nervously as you tried to regain your composure. Determined not to get caught in his gaze again, you kept your eyes firmly fixed on your lap, refusing to let yourself be distracted by the captivating presence of the young priest.

As Jimin continued to read from the Bible, the words washing over you in a blur, you silently resolved to maintain your focus and avoid any further embarrassment. After all, you couldn't afford to let yourself get caught in his spell again, no matter how tempting it may be.

As Jimin made his rounds, handing out toffees to each granny with a considerate and sweet demeanour, you couldn't help but admire his thoughtfulness. It was clear that he knew how to brighten their day with such simple gestures of kindness.

When he finally reached you, his touch lingered a moment longer than necessary as he held onto your hand. Startled, you looked up to meet his gaze, only to find him squeezing your hand with a playful smirk playing on his lips. Confusion swept over you like a tidal wave, leaving you to wonder if perhaps there was more to his actions than met the eye. It certainly didn't feel like your imagination running wild.

Lying in bed that night, thoughts of Jimin lingered in your mind, his actions replaying over and over again like a broken record. Despite your best efforts to push them aside, you couldn't shake the strange attraction you felt towards him, a magnetic pull that seemed to defy reason.

You scolded yourself for harbouring such feelings towards a man of the cloth, reminding yourself of Jimin's role as a priest—a figure of reverence and devotion, not someone to be viewed through the lens of attraction.

Yet, try as you might to suppress those forbidden thoughts, they continued to bubble up to the surface, refusing to be ignored. In the quiet solitude of your room, you found yourself grappling with conflicting emotions, torn between the dictates of reason and the undeniable allure of desire. It was a battle you knew you couldn't afford to lose, but one that seemed to grow more challenging with each passing moment.

The following morning you woke up just past the afternoon, you felt a little lazy today oddly, normally you were always energetic and an early bird.

You heard your grandmother talking to someone, a male to be specific. Confused by the unfamiliar voice, you decided to investigate, not particularly concerned about your appearance. After all, your pyjamas were decent enough, and you quickly tied your hair into a messy bun before heading out of your room to see who it was.

Jimin was sat there having tea with your grandmother, you never regretted a decision so much before, you wished you had put a bit more effort into your appearance.

“Good afternoon _____” Jimin smiled and showed his pearly whites.

Did he really have to acknowledge your presence you thought.

Feeling too embarrassed to say anything, you meekly smiled back.

Jimin nodded “Your grandmother makes lovely tea, come join us.”

He patted the seat next to him, as soon as you were about to make an excuse…

“Yes, dear sit down, I brought your cup already” you grandmother said.

Jimin patted the seat next to him again, you awkwardly sat down, you felt a bit too warm being so close to him.

As the conversation ebbed and flowed around you, you found yourself lost in thought, quietly sipping on your tea as your mind wandered once more to Jimin. Despite the reverent atmosphere of the room and the presence of the holy man beside you, your thoughts strayed to decidedly less holy territory.

In your peripheral vision, you caught glimpses of Jimin, sitting beside the esteemed figure with an air of casual confidence that only seemed to enhance his allure. Despite your best efforts to remain focused on the conversation at hand, your mind couldn't help but drift to the image of him, a tantalizing presence that stirred something primal within you.

As you sipped on your tea, the warmth of the liquid failing to dispel the heat that suffused your cheeks, you couldn't help but entertain the not-so-holy thoughts that danced through your mind, fuelled by the magnetic pull of Jimin's presence

You finished your cup of tea, setting it down with a delicate clink. Summoning up the courage, you stole a quick glance at Jimin, only to find him already looking at you, that infuriating smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

For a moment, you entertained the idea of smacking that smirk right off his face. But then you realized, with a sinking feeling, that he seemed to have a knack for reading your thoughts. Or at least, you hoped not.

Finally you excused yourself, and went back to your room. At last you felt a bit cooler and those unholy thoughts calmed down a little.

Later that evening your grandmother said that she promised Father Park that you would help him with church duties. Who even was he? You thought to yourself.

“Who is Father Park?” you asked.

“Jimin, his full name is Park Jimin” your grandmother replied with a smile.

“Park Jimin” you whispered; even his name was as beautiful as him.

Then it suddenly hit you that your grandmother volunteered you to help him out, you felt so uneasy around him because of your own mind.

“Do I really have to help him?” you pouted.

“______, sweetie, it’s good to help others and you needed some sort of volunteering for your scholarship application, this is a great opportunity for that too” she replied.

She did have a point, so you just thought to give it a go for now, you could always quit later, right?

As Friday dawned, anticipation hummed in the air, a tangible excitement flowing through your veins as you made your way towards the church. With each step, you rehearsed the words in your mind, preparing to greet Jimin—Father Park—with the proper respect and deference befitting his position.

"Hi, Father Park," you whispered to yourself, the words rolling off your tongue in practiced cadence, each syllable infused with a sense of reverence and warmth.

As you neared the church, your heart quickened with anticipation, the echo of your rehearsed greeting ringing in your ears like a silent mantra. And as you stepped through the threshold, ready to embark on another day of volunteering alongside Jimin, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you, eager to see what the evening would bring in the presence of the enigmatic Father Park.

He was expecting you and was waiting just by the door.

As you approached the church, you couldn't contain your excitement and blurted out, "Hi Jimin!" Instantly, you mentally scolded yourself for not sticking to your rehearsed greeting.

Jimin's smirk only deepened, teasing you with his playful demeanour. "Hi _____," he replied, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Someone seems excited. Come to the back; we have a lot of scrolls to arrange by dates." His smile was infectious, melting away your annoyance and replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest. With a flutter of anticipation, you followed him eagerly, eager to spend the day by his side once more.

As Jimin guided you through the corridors of the church, a familiar warmth enveloped you once more, causing a light sheen of perspiration to form along your hairline. Despite the coolness of the surroundings, the intensity of his presence seemed to ignite a fire within you, sending waves of heat rippling through your body.

When you reached the small room, well it wasn’t exactly small, but the large boxes placed around left little room to manoeuvre. As you surveyed the cluttered space, Jimin's sudden touch on your arms sent a jolt of surprise coursing through you, causing you to freeze in place.

“Umm… what are you-” you said.

“You look like you’re feeling really warm so I thought you might want to take off your jacket” he cut you off, was his voice always this attractive?

You took a step away from him, and took off your jacket, he held his hand out indicating you to give it to him, he hung it neatly on the hook behind the door.

As Jimin explained the task at hand, gesturing towards the box of scrolls with an air of casual confidence, your attention wavered, drawn inexorably to the sight of his hands—those elegant, mesmerising hands that seemed to possess a grace all their own. Despite your best efforts to focus on his words, your gaze remained fixated on the subtle movements of his fingers as they gestured and emphasized various points.

Nodding absentmindedly in response to his instructions, you found yourself lost in a haze of fascination, utterly captivated by the sight before you. Surely, arranging scrolls by date order couldn't be so difficult, not when Jimin's hands were there to guide you, effortlessly navigating through the task with a skill that bordered on the sublime.

You were now arranging the scrolls. The cool, aged parchment felt delicate beneath your fingertips as you carefully laid them out on the expansive wooden table before you.

The musty scent of history lingered in the air, mingling with the faint fragrance of incense, creating an atmosphere of reverence and tranquillity as you worked, you arranged them in a meticulous order.

“_____” Jimin spoke.

“Mhm?” you replied, trying to concentrate on the scrolls and not him.

“How was your childhood?” he asked.

What a random thing to ask you thought.

“It was okay, my parents passed away when I was nine years old” you replied.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but before that when you were younger, did you have many friends? Imaginary friends like some people say, even though they might be real.” He said mindlessly.

You stopped arranging the scrolls and looked at him, that is such an oddly specific question.

He chuckled, “Sorry you don’t have to answer it.”

“I did have 2 friends, and I think I had an imaginary friend too, I don’t really remember much, my memories are all mixed up from the trauma of losing my parents.” You replied a little emotionally. Jimin looked into your eyes, his gaze softened a bit, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and patted your head… what was that for, it’s not like you’re five, you’re a grown woman, you thought.

As you returned home after your volunteering session, a sense of contentment washed over you. Surprisingly, the experience hadn't been as bad as you had initially feared; in fact, you found yourself considering the possibility of returning again. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you reflected on the past two hours, realising that you had actually enjoyed spending time at the church, particularly in Jimin's company.

Throughout the week, you found yourself eagerly anticipating your next encounter with him. There was something about him that made you feel at ease, something that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. You found solace in sharing your stories with him, comforted by his attentive ear and understanding demeanour.

Unbeknownst to you, however, your growing affection for Jimin was leading you deeper into his web of deceit. Little did you realize the true nature of his intentions, or the dangerous game he was playing. As the days passed and your feelings for him intensified, you remained oblivious to the lurking shadows that threatened to consume you whole.

Chapter 2

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A/N: how was it? :) the next chapter will contain smut, only read if you're 18+

[bluekittyworld]

Still with YOU. [6, End]

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Chapter 5

Warning: smut (it's filthy) 18+

As the warmth of the sun caressed your skin, you luxuriated in the comfort of the plush pillows cradling your head and the softness of the mattress beneath you. A gentle sensation enveloped your feet, as if they were being tenderly massaged by invisible hands, sending waves of relaxation rippling through your entire body.

With your eyes closed, you surrendered to the blissful sensation, allowing it to wash away the remnants of stress and tension that had plagued you before. Each ray of sunlight felt like a soothing balm, easing every ache and worry until you were enveloped in a cocoon of tranquillity.

It was a moment of pure serenity, and you couldn't help but bask in its warmth, reluctant to disturb the peace by opening your eyes. For in this tranquil haven, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the blissful sensation of being completely at ease.

“Princess?” you heard Jimin.

As you gradually parted your eyelids, the soft glow of the room greeted you, and there, sitting before you, was Jimin, his presence like a familiar embrace in the midst of your awakening, it was him massaging your feet gently. A faint smile graced your lips as you took in the sight of him, your heart fluttering with a mix of comfort and curiosity.

It didn't escape your notice that you were once again in Jimin's bedroom, the familiar surroundings wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. Despite the haze of sleep still lingering in your mind, you felt a sense of reassurance in his presence, as if being with him brought a measure of solace to your soul.

With a gentle nod of acknowledgment, you silently conveyed your gratitude for his care, your eyes speaking volumes as they met his gaze. In that moment, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you were not alone, for Jimin was there, a steadfast anchor in the ebb and flow of your journey.

As the fog of sleep lifted, a wave of realization crashed over you like a torrent, bringing with it the memory of your own demise. The peaceful atmosphere of Jimin's bedroom suddenly felt suffocating, your heart hammering in your chest as panic clawed its way into your consciousness.

In that moment of stark clarity, you recoiled, the weight of your mortality pressing down upon you with crushing force. The knowledge that you had died, that you were no longer among the living, sent a shiver down your spine, chilling you to the core.

Frantically, you tried to piece together the fragments of your fractured memory, searching for answers amidst the chaos of your thoughts. How had you ended up here? What had led to your untimely demise? And most importantly, what did it mean to be in Jimin's embrace now?

“It’s all over my princess” Jimin rocked you gently in his tight embrace. With each gentle stroke of his hand, Jimin's touch seemed to beckon you into a realm of darkness, where shadows danced upon the edges of your consciousness, threatening to consume you whole. And though his words promised an end to your suffering, a part of you couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a far more sinister journey.

Yet in the warmth of his embrace, you found a fleeting moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the relentless pull of despair. And as you clung to him, your heart heavy with the weight of your newfound reality, you couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited you in the embrace of the demon who claimed to be your saviour.

“Jimin what happened?” you whispered.

“_____, you are here with me for eternity, you will be my princess and we will reign over hell together” he kissed your forehead.

In the midst of your confusion, a strange sense of relief washed over you, Jimin the love of your life was with you. As you gazed into his eyes, you found comfort in the depths of his gaze. Despite the darkness that lurked within him, you couldn't deny the warmth of his touch or the sincerity of his words, each moment spent in his embrace offering a glimpse of the heaven you so desperately craved.

And so, in the paradoxical embrace of the demon who claimed to be your saviour, you found yourself torn between the allure of his love and the fear of what lay hidden beneath the surface. Yet for now, as you basked in the light of his affection, you couldn't help but surrender to the fleeting bliss of the moment, trusting in the devil's embrace to shield you from the shadows that threatened to engulf your fragile heart.

As Jimin guided your trembling hand to your head, a shiver ran down your spine at the unexpected sensation beneath your fingertips. With a tentative touch, you traced the outline of something foreign protruding from your scalp, your heart quickening with each passing second.

And then, as your fingers brushed against the unmistakable shape of horns, reality crashed down upon you like a tidal wave. Shock and disbelief warred within you as you struggled to comprehend the implications of this newfound revelation. How could it be possible? How could you bear the mark of the devil himself?

Yet as you gazed into Jimin's eyes, searching for answers amidst the swirling chaos of your thoughts, a strange sense of acceptance washed over you. For in his presence, surrounded by the echoes of your shared destiny, you realized that your fate had been sealed long before this moment.

With a heavy heart and a newfound resolve, you allowed yourself to succumb to the truth of your existence, embracing the darkness that coursed through your veins. And as the weight of your horns bore down upon you, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the depths of hell.

In that moment of quiet acceptance, as you grappled with the reality of your newfound identity, Jimin's smile offered a glimmer of reassurance amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead. With a tender touch, he leaned in to press his lips against yours, a silent promise of companionship in the face of the darkness that now enveloped you both.

As his kiss lingered upon your lips, you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you, a sense of belonging in the arms of the one who had guided you to this moment. And though the path before you remained shrouded in shadows, you knew that with Jimin by your side, you would face whatever trials awaited you in the depths of hell.

With a whispered pledge of devotion, you returned his kiss, sealing your fate with a bond that transcended the realms of heaven and hell. And as the echoes of your love reverberated through the darkness, you knew that together, you would conquer the depths of despair and emerge stronger on the other side.

Caught in the heat of the moment, Jimin's touch ignited a fire within you, awakening desires that had long lay dormant beneath the surface. As his lips claimed yours with a fervent urgency, you felt the strength of your newfound demonic nature surging through your veins, fuelling the flames of passion that raged between you.

With each kiss, each caress, the boundaries that had once separated you from Jimin melted away, consumed by the primal hunger that now bound you together. No longer held back by mortal constraints, you surrendered yourself fully to the intoxicating allure of his touch, revelling in the raw intensity of the connection that pulsed between you.

In that moment, as the world around you faded into obscurity, there was only Jimin, only the fiery passion that consumed you both, drawing you ever deeper into the abyss of desire. And as you lost yourself in the heady embrace of your demonic lover, you knew that this forbidden union would only grow stronger with each passing moment, forging an unbreakable bond that would endure for eternity.

He undid the belt on your silk robe, you were bare under it, you let it slip off your shoulders, lost in the kiss with Jimin, you felt hungry for him. You pushed Jimin on his back, straddling him in the process, you took control, a sense of empowerment flowed through you. With newfound confidence, you leaned down to capture Jimin's lips in a fiery kiss, revelling in the taste of his forbidden desire, making him smirk.

With each touch, each caress, you explored the contours of his body, tracing the lines of his form with a hunger that bordered on insatiable. Beneath you, Jimin surrendered himself willingly to your command, his own desires laid bare as he yielded to the intoxicating allure of your dominance.  

The flames of lust consumed you both, you lost yourself in the heady ecstasy of the moment, not taking the time to unbutton his shirt you ripped it off him, he chuckled “Princess that was my favourite shirt”.

You didn’t respond instead you attacked his neck, sucking on it marking it with hues of deep blue and purple, Jimin’s hands caressed your back as you painted him, making him moan your name repeatedly.

Your hands travelled down to his trousers, you cupped his dick, pressing on it, making him groan “______, naughty princess”. He reached to caress your face, you held onto his hand and kissed him, while grinding you naked pussy on his clothed dick, a wet patch was starting to form on his trousers from your arousal, he could feel it. He wanted to take control, but he held himself back, today you were in charge, he waited in anticipation to see what you had to offer.

You took his belt off, and with the same belt tied his hands together, tit for tat, you enjoyed taking a little revenge, Jimin enjoyed your bold move, nobody had this much power over him but you. You slid off his trousers and to your surprise he wasn’t wearing underwear, he smirked back at you, so this was all planned by him? You giggled at the sight, Jimin joining in on your laugh.

You brought your mouth down and kissed his pelvic area, but not touching him where he needed it most, Jimin was moaning and groaning in pleasure and pain, you enjoyed his turmoil. You had tortured him enough you thought, so you left kisses along his whole length, taking the tip in your mouth. You suckled on it like it was a lollypop, Jimin wanted more, he needed more.

“Please princess” he begged you.

“Please what?” You repeated the words he once said to you with a wicked smile, revenge was sweet.

He whined, so you gave him what he needed, taking his dick in your mouth as far as you possibly could, he moved his hips, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. You let him enjoy himself, but when you felt like he was about to cum, you left his dick with a pop.

“Not so easy” you mocked him.

He closed his eyes and a smirk spread across his face; his princess wasn’t going to give him an easy night.

You held your boobs together and nestled his dick in between, moving them up and down his shaft, the warmth and the soft cushion of your breasts around his dick made Jimin moan so loudly, pre-cum was seeping between your boobs, making the movement even more slick, he was almost screaming your name at this point. You halted your actions again just before he could reach his high, leaving a kiss on his salty tip.

His wrists had dark red marks where the belt was restraining him, blood threatening to break through, you set his hands free, he groaned in relief, as he was recovering you held the base of his dick and lowered your pussy on him, taking him raw into your tight walls, he squealed and moaned, that feeling was too much for him.

You felt so devilish, you placed your hands on his chest for support as your hips got into action, bouncing on him insanely fast, the room filled with slapping sounds as your bottom hit his balls. Jimin was so lost in pleasure he almost lost his breath, you kept going without holding back, your own pleasure reaching a high.

Jimin squeezed your ass, kneaded your boobs, pulled your nipples, scratched your back, tugged your hair, how he wished he had more hands to feel you all over, it was becoming very difficult for him to hold back, and you knew.

“Loser comes first” you stuck your tongue out, slamming on his balls even harder this time. He came, you also let yourself go, coating his dick, creating a creamy white ring. He kept filling you with his cum, the warmth hitting in all directions, painting your gummy pink walls white. Your arms gave up and you fell on his torso, he snaked his arms around you stroking your hair.

“Princess, I admit, I’m the loser, you did so well, even better than me” Jimin fuelled your ego, you smiled into his chest.

 “Thank you, my Prince, since you lost, I’ll decide your punishment later” you replied.

You laid in that position for a few minutes until your heart rate stabilised again. You raised your hips to let Jimin out of yourself, white liquid trickled out of your hole and onto his dick, darkening the colour of the silk sheets beneath. You got off the bed to put on your robe, Jimin’s cum was still seeping out of your pussy, creating a trial all the way down to your ankles, Jimin laughed, pulling you back on the bed to lay with him he wanted to relax with you, basking in the afterglow.

“Jimin its so much” you pouted, you felt his cum leaking out of you with each movement.

“I know I’m sorry baby, you just do that to me” he caressed your face, placing a kiss on your forehead.

He stroked his hand across your leg scooping his cum, then without warning he pushed it back into your hole, making you shriek and look at him in disbelief.

“What? It belongs there, I’m putting it back in its place” he looked down at you mischievously.

He continued to 'put his cum back’ into your hole, it was just an excuse to lazily finger you, but you didn’t mind, it felt nice. Once Jimin had made you come again, he cuddled you in his warm embrace as he fell asleep. In the tranquil aftermath of your fiery passion, you found comfort in his arms. Wrapped in the soft embrace of silk, you nestled close to him, you felt a sense of peace wash over you as sleep claimed you.

In the infernal realm where sin reigned supreme, life took on a different hue, one tinged with the allure of darkness and the seduction of temptation.  Amidst the fiery landscapes and shadowy corridors of the demonic realm, you lived with your favourite demon Jimin, known as the Prince of Lust.

Under Jimin's guidance, you learned of the seven sins, each governed by its own devil, and revelled in the intoxicating power they wielded. Amidst the fiery dominion of hell, you found camaraderie and companionship in the most unexpected of places - the company of the partners of the other devils. Despite the tumultuous nature of the underworld, these women became your confidantes, allies, and cherished friends.

As the Prince of Lust, Jimin embodied the essence of passion and desire, his presence igniting flames of longing within you that burned with an insatiable hunger. In his embrace, you discovered a world of forbidden ecstasy, where every touch, every kiss, was laden with the promise of boundless pleasure.

Life in the demonic realm felt exhilarating, each moment filled with the thrill of indulgence and the intoxicating allure of sin. And as you walked hand in hand with Jimin through the shadows of hell, you knew that together, you were destined to reign supreme, rulers of a kingdom forged from the depths of desire.

As time passed, you became accustomed to the intricacies of life in the demonic realm, navigating its treacherous paths with Jimin by your side. For in the infernal realm, where the boundaries between good and evil blurred and temptation lurked around every corner, your love shone brightly, a testament to the power of passion and desire to triumph over even the darkest of forces.

And so, with your hearts entwined and your spirits ablaze with the fires of passion, you embarked on a journey that would defy the very fabric of reality itself, forging a love that would endure for all eternity in the depths of hell.

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[bluekittyworld]

Still with YOU. [2]

Warnings: Smut, fluff? 18+

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Chapter 1

Chapter 3

As the days melted away, the anticipation of Friday grew, signalling the return to your volunteering duties and the chance to see Jimin once more. Today felt different though, a tingling excitement bubbling beneath the surface as you dressed in attire that was a touch more special than usual. Despite the chill in the air, you opted for lighter clothing, being around Jimin was very warm anyway.

In the room with him, surrounded by the ancient scrolls and the scent of history, you felt a sense of belonging wash over you. The air seemed charged with an electric energy; each moment spent in his company a precious treasure to be savoured.

As you worked alongside him, sorting through the delicate parchment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared intimacy.

Despite the chill lingering in the air, the warmth emanating from Jimin's presence wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, banishing any trace of cold from your surroundings.

"Orange blossom, my favourite scent. You smell lovely," Jimin's smile was warm and genuine, his eyes twinkling with appreciation. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, surprised and touched that he had noticed the subtle fragrance you wore. It was a testament to his attentiveness, his ability to pick up on the smallest details about you.

"Thank you," you replied softly, feeling a flutter of butterflies in your stomach at his compliment.

"You're welcome, cutie," Jimin's playful response elicited a giggle from you, his nickname adding a hint of affection to the air between you. In that moment, amidst the quiet intimacy of the room and the shared connection between you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth enveloping you, a feeling that perhaps, in Jimin's presence, you had found something truly special.

The endearing term "cutie" from Jimin made your ears burn in a delightful shade of red, though thankfully concealed beneath the veil of your hair. This evening with him was proving to be an unexpected delight, each moment imbued with a sense of warmth and connection that left you feeling buoyant.

"Father Park?" you ventured, seeking to unravel the enigma that was Jimin.

"Call me Jimin, and yes?" he responded, his tone gentle and inviting.

"Okay, Jimin. What did you do before moving here?" you inquired, curiosity tinged with a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes.

"I was serving Hell, just being a menace to annoy God," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his unexpected answer, his sense of humour catching you off guard yet again. And as your laughter filled the room, mingling with his own, you found yourself drawn even closer to him, charmed by his wit, and captivated by the warmth of his presence. In that moment, amidst the shared laughter and the easy camaraderie between you, you realised that perhaps, in Jimin, you had found not just a companion, but a kindred spirit—a source of laughter and light in a world shrouded in darkness.

As your fingers brushed against the contents of the box, Jimin's hand intercepted yours, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. Before you could react, he tugged gently, pulling you closer until you collided with his chest. His arms enveloped you in a tender embrace, drawing you into the warmth of his embrace.

Everything about the situation felt wrong, yet in that moment, it also felt undeniably right. The proximity of his body, the strength of his arms around you, it stirred something deep within your soul that you couldn't quite comprehend.

Caught in the magnetic pull of his gaze, you found yourself transfixed, drawn to the mesmerizing depths of his eyes. And as your gaze flickered down to his lips, hovering temptingly close to yours, a wave of longing washed over you, threatening to drown out all reason and restraint.

In that suspended moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you locked in a silent dance of desire and anticipation. And as you teetered on the precipice of surrender, the temptation to bridge the distance between you and taste the sweetness of his lips grew overwhelming, beckoning you to take that perilous leap into the unknown.

As you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire and temptation, leaning up on your tiptoes to meet Jimin's lips, a rush of electricity surged through you at the contact. The kiss, ignited by your bold move, deepened with an intensity that left you breathless, as if he had been waiting for this moment as eagerly as you had.

You closed your eyes, and he pulled you even closer. Jimin’s arms wrapped around you possessively, pulling you closer until you were pressed against the table, scrolls tumbling to the floor unnoticed in the passion of the moment. With a gentle yet firm grip on your hair, Jimin tilted your head back, deepening the kiss even further, erasing any thought of the world beyond the heat and urgency of his lips on yours. Lost in the sensation of his touch, the taste of his lips, you surrendered completely to the whirlwind of desire, your senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of longing and need.

"Jimin," you gasped, the weight of guilt heavy on your conscience.

"Mhm?" he responded, his tone casual.

"This is so wrong," you protested, your words tinged with uncertainty.

"God forgives," he laughed, his lips capturing yours once more in a fervent kiss, drowning out the echoes of doubt with the intoxicating allure of desire. His left hand went under your shirt and on your covered breasts, making you moan in lust.

You wrapped your legs around him as he kept kissing you and touching you under your shirt with both hands now, he felt so warm and inviting. His bulge was pushing up against you now, making you moan more, you’re sure your panties were soaked. On the other hand, Jimin was glad you chose to wear a skirt today.

He slowly moved his hand down to your thigh, feeling the lace of your panties, he moved it to the side a little and went straight for your clit, with his thumb drawing small circles on it, earning shudders and moans from you. His kisses were intoxicating, when your moans got louder, he slipped his middle finger into your hole, even that was too much and he knew it, you weren’t really in a relationship before, how could you be when this small village had no suitor for you, Jimin smiled.

He slipped his ring finger simultaneously stimulating your clit, this felt so much better than any toy or your own hands. His other hand unclasped the buckle of your bra and travelled to your boob, squeezing it hard as possible. You were a moaning mess at this point, your eyes started to roll back you felt an urge to release, soon you came on his hand falling forwards on him as he helped you ride your high.

“Such a good girl” Jimin praised you, you felt so hot, you were fanning yourself with your hands. Jimin was licking his fingers which were inside you just a moment ago, the sight made you wince a little.

“_____ darling, I want to reward you for being so good, may I?” Jimin smiled wickedly.

You were almost in a trance state, you nodded, you wanted anything Jimin gave, it would be folly to not accept what he has to offer, right?

Jimin unbuttoned his collar, and let his robes slip off him he was stood with glory in just his boxers, a sight to never forget. His skin so smooth you just wanted to mark it with your teeth.

Jimin slowly unbuttoned your shirt leaving it on, your bra was loosely hanging on you, your boobs were exposed to him, nipples erected, but you felt no shame and he liked that. He raised your bottom up a little bit to take off your soaked panties, leaving your skirt on, just bunching it up higher to see the view between your thighs.

With a hunger in his eyes, Jimin licked his lips before leaning in to kiss you once more. His hand found the back of your head, gently guiding you as he lowered you onto the table, your back resting against its smooth surface, by this point all the scrolls had scattered across the floor.

You looked up at him as he removed his boxers and aligned himself with your entrance. He inserted just the tip between your folds, bobbing it to collect your natural lubrication, and stimulate your clit even more than it already is.

Then he slowly pushed in, and your eyes closed, you never had something so big inside you, all your toys were tiny compared to Jimin, he kept pushing and pushing building up your tolerance until he was fully in. He didn’t move just yet, tears rolled from your eyes and into your hair, he bent down and caressed your face, placing kisses all over to help you forget the pain, and it worked.

He moved just a little bit to test the waters, and you were moaning in pleasure, that was his cue. With each thrust your boobs bounced, he loved that image, it encouraged Jimin to go harder on the next thrust.

Jimin kept going for what felt like eternity, you repeatedly moaned his name like a mantra, he gripped on your hips tightly trying to pull you even closer to himself, as if he wanted to merge into one, lewd noises echoed throughout the church. He was so close, finally he let himself go as he felt you come, he released so much that with him still deep inside you, his cum was leaking onto your thighs and the table beneath, some dripping to the floor, it was messy, just how Jimin liked it.

You were exhausted, Jimin stayed in, he knew you were very sensitive right now, he bent forwards sucking a little on each nipple and kissing it, before moving your bra back up into place, he slipped his hands under your back raising you a little to close the buckle. He then proceeded to leave a hickey on the little exposed part of your boob, it hurt so good, making you moan again involuntarily clenching your pussy, milking every last drop out of him, he enjoyed that.

He buttoned up your shirt neatly and slowly pulled out of you making your toes curl and eyes roll back in pleasure. He put his boxers back on, you leaned on your elbows watching him, he brought a part of his robe close to you and gently wiped your thighs, once he was satisfied he let your skirt down and fixed your hair, wiping your tears with his thumbs, fixing your makeup as much as he could. He gently put your shoes back on you and wore his robes again.

“I’m keeping these” he mischievously held up your panties, still damp, he stuffed them into his pocket.

“_____ it’s almost midnight, you should volunteer more often” he winked.

“I can come again on Sunday afternoon” you replied shyly, he was amused you still felt shy even though he was balls deep inside you just moments ago.

“Perfect” he smiled.

As you gingerly slid off the table, the rush of sensations left your legs feeling unsteady, a trembling weakness threatening to betray your composure. Just as you felt yourself beginning to sway, Jimin's strong arms wrapped around you, providing a stabilising anchor that steadied your balance.

“I’ll drop you off home”, he held you up bridal style in his arms, you shook your head.

“No what if someone sees us, it’ll be too scandalous” you said.

He laughed “Let them see, plus it’s too late no one should be up” he kissed the tip of your nose.

You disagreed again, and got out of his arms, you were okay standing up now and walking, you looked like penguin when walking but still you insisted on going home alone. Jimin accompanied you until the gates of the church, his watchful gaze following you until you were out of sight. Alone now, you waddled your way home, gripping down your skirt against the midnight breeze, the 2-minute journey taking 5 today.

Arriving home to find your grandmother fast asleep, you couldn't help but smile at her peaceful form before retreating to your room. Changing into your comfortable pyjamas, you slipped into a deep slumber. You dreamt of him tonight and it felt so warm and wonderful.

A/N: Any feedback will be appreciated, the next chapter will be here soon!

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

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Warnings: Angst, Implied smut, 18+

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Chapter 2, Chapter 4

As Sunday arrived, your anticipation to see Park Jimin again grew, eagerly looking forward to his presence at the morning mass. However, when you returned in the afternoon to help out, disappointment washed over you as he was nowhere to be found. Instead, Father Min took you in, and you found yourself working alone on the scrolls, the absence of Jimin leaving a void in the air.

After completing your task with box 1, you went out to bid Father Min goodbye, only to realise he wasn't around. Scanning the church, your eyes landed on a figure engaged in laughter with a smaller figure. The larger one was undoubtedly Jimin, but the identity of the smaller one remained a mystery, piquing your curiosity, who was it?

As you approached, it became increasingly evident that the smaller figure was a young woman. The sound of their laughter and giggles reached your ears, stirring a twinge of envy within you as you observed their conversation. It was evident that they were close and familiar with each other, their interaction suggesting a deep bond that went beyond mere friendship.

Watching them, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The thought that they might be more than just friends crossed your mind, adding another layer of complexity to the situation. As you stood there, observing from a distance, you couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider looking in on a world of intimacy and connection that seemed just out of reach.

"Hey _____, what brings you here?" Jimin greeted you with a radiant smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

Feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over you, you couldn't help but feel like you were intruding on their moment. It was rare to see Jimin smile like this, especially in your presence, why wasn’t he like that with you?

Fidgeting with your sleeves, you replied nervously, "I... I opted to volunteer today with the scrolls." The words tumbled out hesitantly, your discomfort evident in your voice.

“Oh yes, I completely forgot, Hannah meet _____, and ______ meet Hannah.” Jimin smiled.

As you learned the girl's name was Hannah, you couldn't help but notice her striking beauty. Her clear skin, luscious thick hair, and cherry-pink lips seemed to exude an effortless allure that you couldn't help but envy. Politely shaking her outstretched hand, you couldn't help but admire her good manners, further solidifying your understanding of why Jimin was so close to her.

However, confusion and doubt crept into your mind. Weren't you and Jimin supposed to have something after what happened between you two on Friday night? The memory lingered in the back of your mind, casting a shadow over the present moment as you grappled with conflicting emotions and uncertainties.

You wanted to excuse yourself, "I was looking for Father Min, but I can't find him. Please let him know I've finished the first box. I'll try to visit again on Friday to do more," you explained, mustering a polite smile despite the turmoil within.

"Please do come on Friday," Jimin responded, his eyes softening with a hint of longing.

"I'll try to, Father Park," you replied formally, keeping a respectful distance despite the warmth in his gaze. With a polite nod, you turned to leave, the weight of uncertainty heavy on your shoulders.

As you turned away you observed Hannah clinging onto Jimin's arm, resting her head on his shoulder, a surge of anger and hurt bubbled in you. Why wasn't he removing her? Was he allowing this display of intimacy to happen in front of you? The realisation stung deeply, fuelling the flames of resentment within you. Were you just a one-night stand to him? The thought gnawed at your heart, leaving you feeling betrayed and abandoned.

Lowering your head to conceal the storm of emotions raging within, you made to leave. But just as you began to walk away, you felt an arm wrap around you from behind. Startled, you turned to find Jimin standing there, his face close to yours as he whispered in your ear, "Please do come on Friday." His lips brushed against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

Confusion and turmoil swirled within you as you struggled to make sense of his actions. One moment, it felt like he didn't care about you, and the next, he was whispering sweet words and touching you so intimately. Feeling flustered and overwhelmed, you nodded in response before powerwalking away, desperate to cool down and collect your thoughts. As you left, Jimin smirked at your figure, you were so oblivious to the game he was playing.

Determined to keep your emotions in check, you made a conscious decision not to dress up for your volunteering session on Friday. After all, you were only going to volunteer, nothing more, you reminded yourself. With that thought in mind, you opted for a simple and comfortable outfit, throwing on a black t-shirt, matching joggers, and a leather jacket.

Pulling your hair back into a casual ponytail and applying a hint of lip gloss, you completed your look with a couple of spritzes of your favourite perfume. Satisfied with your appearance, you reassured yourself that this was enough, determined not to let yourself be swayed by any lingering feelings or expectations. Today was about volunteering, plain and simple.

Taking slow and deliberate steps towards the church, your thoughts were consumed by Hannah and the questions swirling in your mind. Who exactly was she, and what was her relationship with Jimin? The image of her clinging onto his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, lingered in your mind, fuelling your curiosity, and stirring up a mixture of emotions.

As you approached the church, your pace slowed even further, each step weighed down by the weight of uncertainty and doubt. Despite your best efforts to push aside the thoughts of Hannah and Jimin, they continued to nag at the corners of your mind, demanding answers that remained frustratingly elusive.

Jimin was waiting by the gates with a cheerful manner. Despite his bright disposition, your own mood was anything but cheerful. The weight of unanswered questions and unresolved emotions hung heavy on your shoulders, casting a shadow over your every step.

Trying to mask your inner commotion, you forced a polite smile as you greeted Jimin. However, the tension between you was palpable, your discomfort evident in the stiffness of your posture and the guardedness of your expression. As you stood there, exchanging pleasantries with Jimin, the gulf between your true feelings and the facade you presented only seemed to widen, leaving you feeling more isolated and alone than ever.

"_____, why so gloomy today?" Jimin inquired as you both walked into the church.

"I'm not," you snapped back defensively, your irritation bubbling to the surface.

"You are, and I will not stop asking until you tell me," he replied, knowing exactly why you were behaving like this.

"I'm fine, Father Park. It's just that coursework is stressful," you lied, hoping to divert his attention from your true feelings.

"Ah, I see," he responded, dropping the topic for now. However, you could sense a hint of annoyance in him as you reverted back to using formalities.

As you organised the scrolls in the dusty bookshelf, your movements were unusually quiet, your thoughts consumed by the chaos of emotions swirling within you. The dust in the air tickled your nose, triggering a series of sneezes as you worked diligently to set the scrolls in their designated places on the top shelf.

Suddenly, you felt Jimin's presence behind you, his body pressing into yours and effectively trapping you between the bookshelf and himself. Startled, you froze in place, your breath catching in your throat as his arms snaked around you, enveloping you in his embrace. The closeness of his proximity sent a rush of heat surging through your veins, stealing away your breath and leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Father…” you attempted to speak, but Jimin's hushed interruption silenced you once more.

“Shh” he murmured softly; his breath warm against your skin as he urged you to remain quiet.

“I told you it’s Jimin for you” he reminded you, his voice laced with a hint of gentle insistence as his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, your cheeks flushed with a deep shade of crimson, betraying the intensity of your emotions as you struggled to find your voice in the midst of his overpowering presence.

He turned your body towards him, his hand finding its place behind your head as he drew you in for a kiss. Despite the flutter of anticipation in your chest, you couldn't ignore the frustration and anger bubbling within you. You hated yourself for giving in to his temptation so easily, knowing deep down that you were only fuelling the fire of your own conflicted emotions.

As his lips met yours, you couldn't help but feel torn between desire and resentment. With a mixture of reluctance and determination, you placed your hand on his chest and attempted to push him away ever so slightly, a silent yet unmistakable gesture of your displeasure and frustration. You wanted him to know that you were upset with him, that his actions had consequences, even as you struggled to resist the pull of his intoxicating presence.

“_____” his lips were still moist from the kiss as he looked at you with confusion etched on his features.

“We shouldn’t do this.” you replied softly, unable to meet his gaze as you directed your attention downward.

"Why?" Jimin's voice was gentle as he placed a hand on your shoulder, concern evident in his tone. "Did I do something to upset you? Did I not meet your expectations last time?"

Your eyes flickered up to meet his at the second question, emotions all over the place. While Jimin had exceeded your expectations in every way, the presence of Hannah had ignited a spark of jealousy within you, casting doubt on your own significance in his life.

"I... I just thought, maybe I was the only special girl in your life," you finally spoke your mind, the words tumbling out hesitantly as you struggled to articulate the depth of your feelings.

Jimin's lips curved into a smirk at your admission, his gaze softening as he reached out to cup your cheek gently. "You are," he affirmed, his voice laced with sincerity as he sought to reassure you of your place in his heart. Despite the lingering doubts and insecurities, his words offered a glimmer of reassurance, a reminder of the connection that bound you together.

"But on Sunday you were with..." you trailed off, your voice faltering as you struggled to voice your concerns, earning a chuckle from Jimin.

"Hannah? She's just somebody I've known through charity events," Jimin reassured you, his tone earnest as he sought to dispel your doubts. "But don't worry, I have my eyes only for you. You own my heart, body, and soul," he declared, his words imbued with a sincerity that warmed your heart.

As he embraced you once again, you allowed yourself to melt into his arms, a sense of relief washing over you as you chose to believe in his words. The weight of your doubts lifted, replaced by a newfound trust in the connection you shared with Jimin.

He hugged you tightly, a wicked smile playing on his lips, though you couldn't see it. In that moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that despite the uncertainties of the past, you were finally where you belonged—in Jimin's embrace.

You remained enveloped in the embrace for a few moments longer, feeling Jimin's head nuzzle against the side of your neck, his presence offering a sense of comfort and security despite his cryptic words.

"I am someone very dangerous," Jimin confessed as he slowly sucked on the side of your neck, marking you.

You couldn't help but laugh, assuming that Jimin was joking with his cryptic statement. His hand slipped under your t-shirt, and he caressed your back.

“_____ really I am not a man of God, I am the devil” he attacked your lips with his after this confession.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion at Jimin's revelation. "The devil in the church? Who would even believe that?" you questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you attempted to brush off the gravity of his words.

Jimin returned your smile, his expression unwavering as he reached for the cross around his neck. "The lesser demons and evil can't enter the church, but I am the devil. Nothing can affect me. Look," he explained, holding the cross in his hand to demonstrate his immunity to its supposed power.

Uncertain of how to respond to his statement, you found yourself lost in thought until Jimin's gentle caress brought you back to the present moment. Cupping your cheek, he leaned in for another kiss, and you surrendered to his touch once more, the weight of his question lingering in the air.

"Do I own you, your body, and your soul?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

You nodded in response, your voice barely above a whisper “Yes” as you affirmed his question. Still grappling with the complexity of the situation, you allowed Jimin to remove your jacket, the heat of his hands sending a shiver down your spine.

Scooping you up in his arms bridal style, Jimin's touch ignited a sense of anticipation within you as he spoke. "I want to take you somewhere else today."

Chapter 2, Chapter 4

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A/N: Ooh where is he taking you?

(I'm hurrying up with the next chapter)

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Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Warning: demonic setting, smut, 18+

As he carried you through the doorway, anticipation humming in the air like an electrifying current, you found yourself not in the expected sanctuary of a church, but in the intimate embrace of a vast, dimly lit bedroom. The ceiling soared to dizzying heights above, shrouded in a mysterious allure, while tall glass windows stood sentinel, their view obscured by a thick veil of fog, lending an otherworldly ambiance to the space.

Within the crimson confines of the room, every surface seemed to pulse with a seductive energy, the walls bathed in a rich garnet hue that whispered of passion and desire. It was a sanctuary cocooned in secrecy, where time seemed to stand still, and the outside world faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of you enveloped in the throes of an enigmatic allure.

You were confused and fear was starting to settle in, Jimin was not lying, a swirl of conflicting emotions churned within you. Fear and attraction warred for dominance in your heart, leaving you feeling unsettled and uncertain about secrets Jimin harboured beneath his charming façade.

Despite your lingering apprehension, a part of you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards Jimin. His charm and allure seemed to envelop you completely, drawing you in with an irresistible allure that you found difficult to resist.

As he lowered you onto the plush expanse of his bed, the soft, inviting caress of the red silk sheets embraced your form, cradling you in a cocoon of luxurious comfort. Your gaze met his, a flicker of apprehension dancing in the depths of your eyes, a silent plea for reassurance amidst the rising tide of fear.

With a measured grace, he positioned himself above you, his presence casting a shadow over your trembling form. Yet, there was a magnetism in his gaze, an intensity that held you captive, despite the tremors of uncertainty coursing through your veins. In that moment, amidst the silken embrace of the bed and the weight of his presence pressing down upon you, you found yourself teetering on the edge of vulnerability, surrendering to the unknown with a mixture of trepidation and reluctant anticipation.

"Darling," his voice, a velvet whisper, caressed your senses, "I'm not going to do anything bad to you. You gave yourself to me willingly." With a tenderness that belied the darkness lurking beneath the surface, he cupped your cheek, his touch a fragile reassurance amidst the turbulence of emotions raging within you.

As the weight of his words settled upon you, a pang of regret clawed at the back of your mind. Had you truly surrendered yourself to a being cloaked in darkness, a demon disguised in human form? The realisation dawned like a chill wind, sending shivers down your spine as you grappled with the enormity of your actions.

With each passing moment, the gravity of your choice weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over the flickering flames of desire that had once burned bright within you. You had offered not only your body but your very essence, your soul, to a creature whose intentions remained shrouded in ambiguity, and now, the consequences of that reckless decision loomed ominously on the horizon.

In the quiet of the dimly lit room, engulfed by the crimson hues of the walls and the hazy veil of uncertainty that hung in the air, you found yourself grappling with a newfound sense of remorse—a bitter reminder of the price paid for temptation, and the haunting spectre of a path chosen in haste, now laid bare before you.

"It's okay, shh," his voice, a gentle murmur, caressed the air as he leaned in to kiss you once more. But this time, you remained unresponsive, your body tensing beneath his touch. The once irresistible allure of his lips now held no sway over you, for your mind was consumed by the haunting echoes of doubt and regret.

As his lips brushed against yours, a chill swept through you, a stark reminder of the chasm that now lay between you. No longer could you surrender to the seductive whispers of his embrace, for the illusion had been shattered, revealing the truth that lay beneath the surface—a truth steeped in darkness and deceit.

In the silence that followed, punctuated only by the soft rustle of the bed sheets and the distant murmur of the world beyond, you found yourself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling with the ramifications of a choice made in the throes of desire. And as you lay there, unmoving, a solitary figure in the crimson embrace of the room, you couldn't help but wonder if redemption awaited on the distant horizon, or if you were condemned to languish in the shadows of your own making.

“______” Jimin whispered like a fragile plea, pierced through the heavy silence, drawing your attention back to the present moment. Startled from your reverie, you turned to face him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty.

In the depths of his eyes, you saw a flicker of something unfamiliar—a vulnerability that mirrored your own, a silent acknowledgment of the fractured bond between you. And as you held each other's gaze, ensnared in the fragile web of connection that still lingered between you, you couldn't help but wonder if there was still hope amidst the ruins of what once was.

With a gentle smile playing on his lips, he spoke, his voice soft, invoking memories long forgotten. "Do you remember the imaginary friend you had in the treehouse?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "It was me. You used to come to me every day, sharing your stories, displaying your favourite toys, and confiding your frustrations about your parents and teachers."

His words wove a tapestry of nostalgia, threading through the fabric of your childhood, illuminating moments once shrouded in the mists of memory. The revelation unfolded like a cherished secret, revealing a bond deeper than you had ever imagined.

As he continued to speak, his touch grew more tender, each caress a gentle reminder of the connection that had endured through the years. "The family who lived in that house before yours," he murmured, his voice tinged with solemnity, "were worshipers of the devil. But your family never cleansed the house, so I stayed and met you and I'm still with you."

His confession carried a weighty significance, unveiling a truth that had rested dormant in the recesses of your mind. And as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, temptation returned, a surge of warmth washed over you, enveloping you in a sense of belonging and protection that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

“My princess, do you not want me?” he asked.

You wanted his love, but at the same time your rational mind warned he was the devil himself. Jimin, ever the master of manipulation, revelled in your tumultuous emotions, confident in the knowledge that ultimately, you would succumb to him. So, you did, you gripped the back of Jimin’s hair pulling him closer, sealing your fate with a kiss that spoke volumes of your decision—a choice made against the backdrop of uncertainty, but driven by an undeniable force that bound you to him, even as your rational mind screamed warnings of danger.

His smile widened, a predatory gleam dancing in his eyes as he realized his triumph. With a possessive grip on the top of your head, he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours with an insatiable hunger. The taste of your metallic blood lingered on your lips, a bitter reminder of the violence of his passion, but it did little to quell the fervour of his desire.

As he hungrily kissed you, his burning intensity searing through you, he sucked on your bottom lip, igniting a primal ache that ran through your veins. A gasp escaped your lips as he groped your breast, his fingers pinching and teasing, coaxing a sweet melody of pleasure from deep within you.

Your mouth fell open in a silent plea as he took advantage of your vulnerability, slipping his tongue past your lips with a possessive urgency. A primal battle followed, his tongue duelling with yours for dominance in the intimate dance of passion, each movement a testament to the raw intensity of his desire and the magnetic pull that bound you to him, even as your rational mind screamed for escape.

As your lips parted, a slender thread of saliva lingered, bridging the gap between you both like a delicate dance of desire. It was like a testament to the intimacy you both had just shared, a tangible connection spun from the sweet residue of your and Jimin’s kiss.

In his lair, he could show you his true form, his eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson, seemed to pierce through your soul with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. They glowed with an infernal fire, hinting at the depths of power and darkness that lay within him.

His features were undeniably handsome, yet there was an unmistakable hint of something otherworldly about them. His sculpted jawline and high cheekbones were accentuated by a faint trace of shadow, lending him an air of mystery and danger. His lips, full and inviting, curled into a wicked smirk that spoke of untold secrets and forbidden desires.

The demonic traits that truly set Jimin apart were his horns, curved and ebony-black, protruded from his tousled hair, adding a menacing edge to his already striking appearance. His skin, smooth and flawless, bore intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light, hinting at the supernatural power coursing through his veins.

Despite his demonic nature, there was an undeniable attraction about Jimin that drew you in, captivating your senses and leaving you unable to look away. He exuded an aura of raw power and seduction, a dangerous combination that both thrilled and terrified you in equal measure.

With a snap of his fingers, you laid there bare on his silk sheets, he was also naked on top of you. His skin felt unnaturally warm against yours, tingling with an intensity that left you breathless and wanting more.

The heat of his touch seemed to seep into your very being, igniting a fire deep within you that burned with a greedy desire. It was as if every inch of his skin was infused with a forbidden warmth, drawing you closer with an irresistible pull that defied reason and logic.

Despite the overwhelming heat of his touch, you found yourself leaning into it, craving the intensity of his embrace. In that moment, there was no denying the intoxicating allure of Jimin's demonic presence, his touch leaving an indelible mark on your soul that you knew you would never forget. Your rational mind was now quiet, and you did only what your heart desired.

Jimin sat between your legs as he left butterfly kisses all over your chest, slowly making his way down to your tummy and then your thighs. He proceeded to then handcuff your hands above your head to the headboard, restricting your movements and perking up your boobs even more.

As he kissed your pussy, you squirmed at the sensation, he held your thigh with one hand and with his other hand he used his fingers to hold your pussy lips apart. He left kisses along the slit, before latching his lips on your clit and sucking on it, you squirmed and moaned, you were clenching on air and needed more, arching your back unable to use your own hands, Jimin was finding pleasure in your desperation. Soon you reached your high and came all over Jimin’s face, he tasted you with pleasure, his nose rubbing your overstimulated bundle of nerves every now and then.

He sat up and you saw his lips and chin glistening in your arousal, it was so fuckin hot, you didn’t want him, you needed him at this point.

“Jimin, I need you” you pleaded.

He just laughed at your neediness and how you were wriggling around desperate to be touched.

“Beg harder princess” he said as he wiped his mouth.

“Please Jimin, please, please, please” You whined.

“Is that the best you can do?” he mocked.

“Jimin, I’m going to start crying if you don’t…” you responded.

“Don’t what?” he snickered.

“You know what you idiot devil” you replied.

“Idiot, eh? I’ll show you what this idiot can do” Jimin raised an eyebrow, he was amused by your personality flip.

He took your left nipple into his mouth sucking on it hard, a little painfully. His left hand played with your other nipple, pinching, and pulling it, while his right hand explored your lower region. He used his index finger moving it up and down your slit, his thumb pressing on your swollen clit.

As he bit on your nipple he slipped his middle finger into your pussy, pumping in and out at a tremendously fast speed, he added another finger, now scissoring in your hole, earning very pornographic sounds from you.

You were reaching another high, Jimin added 2 more fingers and his thumb stayed circling your clit, you felt like you were being ripped apart, the burn felt so good, and your release followed shortly after, you could feel the silk under you wet with your arousal, it felt cool in contrast to your skin.

“Am I still an idiot?” Jimin asked as he let your nipple go with a pop.

Jimin was playing with your cum on his hand, moving his fingers around, making and breaking strings of white while being amused.

You were too overwhelmed to speak, Jimin slapped your boob.

“Ow what was that for?” you squealed.

“I asked you a simple question” Jimin simply smirked.

The slap on your boob felt hot, maybe another one won’t hurt right? You thought of all the possible things you could say to make him repeat his action, you responded lamely “Well Jimin, you are still an idiot”.

Jimin saw right through you, he knew what you wanted, making his lips curl.

“Princess, I know what you want, you’re not getting another slap” he whispered, “Well not at least on your boobs”.

He freed your hands from the cuffs and turned you to your side spanking your ass.

“Ah” you let out a sensual groan with each spank, in total your bottom received ten, and your clit received three, totalling in thirteen.

Jimin loved the reactions you gave to his abuse, turning you on your back he spread your legs, kneeling in between and took one of your legs on his shoulder.

“Ready princess?” he asked, how was the devil such a gentleman?

You nodded. He held the base of his cock and aligned the tip to your entrance, you could see it was different from last time, his demonic form had a longer cock, a lot thicker and veinier, you were unsure if that would even fit in you. He gently pushed into you, even though he had prepped you with 4 fingers, taking his cock was still a challenge. You squeezed your eyes shut and Jimin stopped all his movements.

“You okay Princess? Shall I pull out”, he asked, being genuinely concerned, he was just a little more than halfway in.

You profusely shook your head “No, no, please put it all in”, you wanted to make him proud.

Jimin was serious “No I am not going to hurt you”.

You grabbed his arm, with a pleading look you begged “Jimin please, I promise I’ll let you know if it gets too painful”.

He nodded and continued to push in further and further, your moans increasing with each inch, finally he was all in and your gummy walls accommodated him really well.

You were so full, he was pushing hard on your cervix, you bucked your hips for some movement, Jimin chuckled as he started to move at a slow rhythm. It felt so amazing, you were starting to see stars, your mind was only consumed with Jimin, well not even Jimin, just his cock to be honest. He literally fucked you dumb, his pace started to increase, and your walls squeezed him even more, making it difficult for him to maintain the fast motion.

“Princess is close huh? Loser comes first” he laughed.

You moaned, he went even faster, one hand gripping your thigh and the other playing with your clit. You tried to hold back, you really wanted to win against him, but it became all too much. White washed over your vision, sweat was trailing from your forehead into your hairline now, and you came, you lost but it was worth it.

Jimin didn’t hesitate, he came right after, his warmth flooding in you, you could feel it hitting against your walls, his cum kept going and going. You could feel the juices leaking out of your hole and towards your ass before collecting on his sheets. Jimin rested your leg which was on his shoulder back on the bed, he kissed you making you feel butterflies in your stomach while his dick was still resting in there.

“Not pulling out?” you asked, it felt like he had no intention to.

“No, let’s fall asleep like this” he replied.

Both of you were on your sides, Jimin still lodged deep inside of you, you put your leg over him as pulled up the blanket. He cuddled you against his chest, stroking your hair gently till you fell asleep, he soon followed you to dreamland.

The following morning you woke up to an empty bed, your bed, in your bedroom, you were a little confused, was last night a dream?

You sat up and found yourself to be naked, the ache between your legs proved that last night was real. Your clothes from yesterday we neatly folded and placed on the chair by your window, there was also a note on it. You got out of bed, and realised how sore you actually were, it felt as if you swam around the entire world in one day. As you took steps towards your chair, your hole throbbed and leaked of your and Jimin's fluids.

You grabbed the note and sat back down, your lower back was aching. As you unfolded the note and read its contents, a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The words written on the paper spoke volumes, a tender reminder of Jimin's affection and concern for you.

"My lovely princess," the note began, the endearment causing warmth to bloom in your chest. It was a simple yet endearing gesture, one that made your heart flutter with fondness.

"I hope you have a lovely day, and don't ache too much, I came in you a couple of more times in your sleep ;)" the message continued, a gentle reminder of the physical toll that your recent activities may have taken on you. Jimin's thoughtful consideration for your well-being touched you deeply, his words carrying a soothing reassurance that eased the ache of your tired muscles.

"I will speak to you soon, take care of yourself, lots of love from your Jimin" the note concluded, a promise of future communication and a heartfelt wish for your continued health and happiness. As you folded the note and tucked it away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Jimin's unwavering love and affection, his words serving as a comforting reminder of the bond that you shared.

Chapter 3, Chapter 5

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Still with YOU. [5]

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Chapter 4, End

Warning: Death, misery, depression, angst, suicide 18+

As you entered the living room and found your grandmother lying unconscious on the floor, panic surged through you like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, you dialled for emergency assistance, your voice trembling as you explained the situation to the dispatcher. Every second felt like an eternity as you waited for help to arrive, your heart pounding with fear and anxiety.

When the paramedics finally arrived and rushed your grandmother to the hospital, you followed closely behind, your mind consumed by guilt and regret. If only you hadn't been preoccupied with your own desires, you might have noticed her condition sooner. The weight of your actions bore down on you like a heavy burden, filling you with an overwhelming sense of remorse and self-blame.

At the hospital, the doctors delivered grim news—your grandmother's condition was critical, and they warned you to prepare for the worst. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched over her, your heart aching with the knowledge that her life hung in the balance. The guilt gnawed at you relentlessly, tormenting you with thoughts of what could have been if only you had been more attentive.

As your grandmother lay in a coma on a ventilator, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had failed her when she needed you the most. Each passing moment only served to deepen your anguish, leaving you haunted by the consequences of your actions and the devastating toll they had taken on your beloved grandmother.

As news of your grandmother's condition spread throughout the small village like wildfire, you found yourself enveloped in a haze of despair and grief. The weight of the situation pressed down on you heavily, leaving you feeling lost and overwhelmed.

Amidst the darkness that seemed to consume you, Jimin emerged as a beacon of light, offering unwavering support and companionship during your darkest hours. Each day, he would visit you without fail, bringing with him home-cooked meals and lending a helping hand with the chores around the house. His presence provided a sense of solace and comfort in the midst of your anguish, his genuine concern for your well-being a source of strength during this trying time.

Despite your overwhelming sadness, Jimin's steadfast presence served as a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. He stood by your side through the long hours spent at the hospital, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear to share your fears and sorrows. In his presence, the weight of your grief felt a little lighter, and for a brief moment, you found respite from the darkness that threatened to consume you.

As Jimin stood by your side, offering his support and assistance during this difficult time, a simmering frustration brewed beneath the surface. Though he outwardly portrayed concern for your grandmother's well-being, inwardly he found himself growing increasingly impatient with her prolonged condition.

With each passing day that your grandmother clung to life, Jimin's annoyance mounted, his desire to have you all to himself overshadowing any genuine empathy he may have felt. He longed for the opportunity to have your undivided attention, to bask in the warmth of your affection without the looming presence of your grandmother's illness.

Despite his inner havoc, Jimin maintained a façade of care and concern in your presence, unwilling to reveal the true extent of his impatience and frustration. He continued to lend his support at the hospital, all the while harbouring a selfish desire for your grandmother's suffering to come to an end so that he could finally claim you as his own.

As the days stretched on and your grandmother's condition showed no signs of improvement, Jimin's frustration threatened to boil over. Yet, he remained by your side, his actions carefully calculated to maintain the illusion of devotion while his true desires simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the opportunity to claim you as his own.

Jimin had enough of waiting, he needed your grandmother gone to provide his shoulder for you to cry on. During the darkest hours of the night he visited your grandmother, removing her oxygen mask, she passed away peacefully, he put her mask back on and vanished.

The following morning you received a phone call from the hospital informing you the passing of your grandmother. You froze, the phone falling from your hand, tears started to stream down your face, you felt numb.

As you stepped out of your house, your tear-streaked silhouette caught Jimin's eye, and a twisted sense of joy welled up within him. Finally, an opportunity to offer you solace, to be the one you turned to in your moment of vulnerability. With a quickened pace, he made his way toward you, his expression a mask of concern.

“_____ is everything okay?” he held back his smile.

“My grandmother she…” the weight of your grief overcame you once more, and you broke down in sobs.

Without hesitation, Jimin enveloped you in his arms, offering a comforting embrace as you cried into his chest. His touch provided a fleeting sense of reassurance, though beneath the façade of compassion, a darker motive simmered, unseen by your tear-blurred eyes.

"Shh," Jimin whispered soothingly, his hand gently patting your head in an attempt to calm your distraught soul.

That morning, Jimin took it upon himself to drive you to the hospital, shouldering the burden of all the necessary formalities before your grandmother's body could be released for the funeral arrangements.

The next day, Jimin took charge of organizing the funeral, ensuring that every detail was meticulously arranged. Despite the turnout of numerous mourners, their somber faces a testament to your grandmother's impact on the community, you remained shattered and inconsolable, your grief too heavy to bear.

That night, Jimin chose to stay by your side, offering his comforting presence as you navigated through the depths of your sorrow. In the quiet moments between your tears, he revelled in the success of his calculated plan, knowing that your vulnerability had drawn you closer to him, rendering you more dependent on his support and companionship.

Jimin's charming façade masked the malice lurking beneath, a darkness that whispered of forbidden desires and dangerous secrets.

As you stirred from sleep, your eyes fluttered open to find yourself cradled in Jimin's arms. When he mentioned his impending departure for church duties, a sense of desperation washed over you, and instinctively, you clung to his robe like a child unwilling to let go, silently pleading for him to stay a little longer.

“Baby, I’ll come back within an hour” Jimin gently spoke as he caressed your face, his words a tender reassurance in the midst of your distress.

Reluctantly, you released your grip on his robe, curling into a ball on the bed in an attempt to contain your emotions.

True to his word, Jimin returned shortly after, he brought warm breakfast with him too. He set it up on the table and called you down to eat, but you had no appetite, so he carried you to the dining table where he lovingly fed you, his actions a silent promise of unwavering support and care.

As the days stretched into weeks, you gradually found comfort in Jimin's unwavering presence by your side. Some nights were filled with tearful confessions and heartfelt embraces, as he comforted you through the depths of your sorrow. Other nights, however, were shrouded in a different kind of intimacy, as Jimin sought to fulfil his own desires, his touch both comforting and seductive in equal measure.

Lost in the mayhem of your emotions, you found yourself adrift in a sea of uncertainty. The once-clear path of your studies now seemed obscured by the shadows of grief and desire, fading into insignificance against the backdrop of Jimin's captivating presence. With each passing day, he became your sole anchor in your world of instability, his presence soothing you in the midst of your despair.

In the depths of your heartache, you relinquished your aspirations and dreams, finding comfort only in the arms of Jimin. He became your lifeline, the one constant in a world that seemed to be crumbling around you. With each passing moment, you grew more reliant on him, your entire existence revolving around his enigmatic allure.

You surrendered yourself to the intoxicating allure of Jimin's embrace, he was the glimmer of light amidst the shadows that surrounded you.

Months flew by, and you found yourself practically living with Jimin. While some villagers harboured doubts about your arrangement, others respected Jimin deeply, believing the priest was simply too good to be questioned.

Jimin's behaviour had shifted significantly in recent days. He returned home late, often keeping you confined indoors with persuasive claims that the outside world was not conducive to your well-being. Slowly, but surely, he exerted control over you, relegating you to spending the majority of your time within his palace in the underworld. Despite your protests, Jimin's control over you tightened like an invisible vice, leaving you feeling suffocated and powerless. The once-vibrant spirit within you wilted under the weight of his dominance, leaving you feeling hollow and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Days turned into weeks, with each passing moment, a sense of longing gnawed at your soul, yearning for the familiar comforts of your grandmother's cottage and the gentle touch of sunlight on your skin. You found yourself descending into the depths of despair, your spirit crumbling beneath the weight of Jimin's control. Each passing moment felt like a battle against an invisible force, leaving you feeling helpless and isolated within the confines of his palace. The once-vibrant colours of life faded into shades of grey, and a suffocating sense of emptiness settled deep within your soul.

Unaware of Jimin's sinister intentions, you struggled to comprehend the depths of your despair. Each passing day felt like a relentless onslaught, dragging you further into the abyss of depression. The weight of your emotions bore down on you like a heavy cloak, suffocating any glimmer of hope that dared to flicker within your heart.

Blinded by your own anguish, you failed to see the subtle machinations of Jimin's manipulation. His actions, veiled under the guise of concern and protection, only served to ensnare you further in his web of deceit. As you grappled with the darkness that threatened to consume you, little did you realize that it was Jimin's plan all along—to orchestrate your descent into despair and cement his control over your shattered spirit.

Jimin's ultimate goal was far more sinister than mere manipulation. He orchestrated each twist and turn, each calculated move, with one chilling objective in mind—to break your spirit entirely, leaving your soul ripe for his claim in the depths of hell. He pushed your thoughts towards you considering committing suicide, if you don’t, there's still a chance your soul may go to heaven, but after you kill yourself there’s no chance for redemption.

As you battled the demons within your own mind, Jimin watched with a cold, calculating gaze, relishing in your gradual descent into hopelessness. Every tear shed, every sigh of resignation, only served to fuel his twisted desires. For him, your surrender meant victory—a prized soul ensnared in the clutches of darkness, destined to accompany him into the abyss for eternity.

As you navigated the suffocating darkness of your despair, Jimin's insidious plan unfolded around you like a macabre stage set for tragedy. Unbeknownst to you, every corner of his domain held a silent invitation to oblivion—a chilling array of implements carefully arranged to offer you a choice in the manner of your demise.

The glint of sharpened knives on the kitchen counter, the temptation of potent sleeping tablets beckoning from the dressing table, the ominous presence of a rope draped across the balcony—each item served as a twisted testament to Jimin's malevolent intentions. With every glance, every whispered suggestion, he subtly urged you towards the edge of the abyss, enticing you to embrace the finality of your despair.

You felt a little better today in comparison to the past few days, you felt like taking a bath.  

As you sank into the soothing embrace of the warm water, a fleeting sense of tranquillity washed over you—a welcome reprieve from the relentless storm of despair that had besieged your spirit for far too long. The gentle caress of the water against your skin seemed to soothe the frayed edges of your psyche, offering a fleeting moment of respite amidst the chaos of your mind.

With each breath, you allowed yourself to surrender to the serenity of the moment, letting the worries and anxieties of the outside world melt away like droplets of water evaporating into the steam-filled air. The fragrant aroma of orange blossom enveloped you in its comforting embrace, filling the space around you with its delicate perfume and further enhancing the sense of calm that permeated the room.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to exist outside the confines of your own despair, basking in the simple pleasure of the present. And as you closed your eyes and surrendered to the embrace of the warm water, you let yourself slip into the tub deeper. As you submerged your head beneath the water's surface, a strange sense of liberation washed over you—a fleeting illusion of escape from the suffocating grip of your despair.

For a brief, tantalizing instant, it felt almost... euphoric. The weight of your troubles, the ceaseless cacophony of your thoughts—all of it receded into the depths of the water, swallowed by the darkness that enveloped you. And as you surrendered to the embrace of the watery abyss, a perverse sense of relief washed over you, whispering promises of freedom from the torment that had plagued you for so long.

But little did you know the true nature of the abyss that beckoned from below—the insidious depths that concealed unseen dangers, lurking just beneath the surface. For in the murky waters of your despair, a far more sinister fate awaited, one from which there would be no escape—a fate orchestrated by forces far more malevolent than you could ever imagine.

Jimin returned later that evening, his heart sank as he entered the silent, empty house, a sense of foreboding tightening its grip around his chest. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind as he frantically searched every room, calling out your name with increasing desperation.

And then, he found you.

There you lay, submerged in the bath, your body unnaturally still, your once-vibrant eyes now dulled by the cold embrace of death. Jimin's breath caught in his throat as he rushed to your side, pulling your lifeless form from the water with trembling hands.

Tears welled in his eyes as he cradled you close, pressing desperate kisses to your forehead, you made the devil cry, he caressed your face moving your wet hair away. Grief was consuming Jimin, but a twisted sense of pride swelled within Jimin's heart. For in your final act of desperation, you had unwittingly fulfilled his darkest desires, sealing your fate as his eternal companion in the realm of the underworld.

And so, as he held your lifeless body in his arms, Jimin whispered silent vows of devotion, knowing that soon enough, your soul would descend into the waiting embrace of the underworld, where together, you would reign for all eternity.

A/N: How is it so far? :)

Chapter 6 [End]

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