teaser warnings: description of murder, stalking but like shamelessly
— synopsis: There must be something wrong with you. He’s a monster...so why do you want him?
author’s note: this is due to my desperate need of jimin as eyeless jack, ngl. if you have no clue abt who that is, here is the original story, and here is the fan-made origin story (which i love even more). but if u have no interest in that, this can also be read as a regular demon au i guess.
With heavy lids, you watch whatever’s playing. It’s the local news, something Jungkook probably turned on to fall asleep to. The volume is low, just barely audible from where you sit beside his form on the bed, but it’s not hard at all to make out what the breaking news is.
Another brutal murder. The fourth one just this week, and it’s only Wednesday.
The victims seem to be picked at random according to police, the only pattern seeming to be that they were all in perfect health. But the way they were killed are the same: bloody and missing their kidneys, ultimately dying from the extreme amount of blood loss. And to top it all off, their eyes are almost always scratched out. From this, the media’s dubbed the killer “Eyeless”.
According to the current headline, the last murder happened just a few hours ago, most likely while you were peacefully sleeping. The thought has a chill running through you.
As your gaze is trained on the screen, you catch a movement through the window just behind the television. Your eyes shoot up towards the dark expanse that lies beyond the glass, trees scattered at random with leaves hanging deathly still. Everything is either a black silhouette in the shadows, or a glowing grey in the moonlight. And it’s difficult, but you’re able to spot what you’re looking for—the dark figure that almost blends into the shade of the tree. If it weren’t for the moonlight casting a glow onto the side of them, you wouldn’t be able to recognize that damned mask.
Your hands grip the sheets as you stare at the hooded figure, eyes wide in fear. They’ve only ever shown up in your nightmares, so you hope this is one as well. What would you do if they were no longer a thing of your unconscious imagination?
If this is just another nightmare, then they can’t hurt you, right? You’ll just wake up like you always do. These thoughts are what push you to crawl toward the end of the bed and closer to the window, all while keeping your eyes trained on their blacked out ones. Their stillness is damn near terrifying, you can’t even see them take a single breath. Yet as you get closer and closer, now slowly planting your feet on the floor to walk up to the window, you know they’re watching you as closely as you are them. It has a shiver shooting down your spine, hair standing on end in an odd sort of anticipation. The black liquid that seeps from the eye holes in the mask shine in the moonlight as if they’re fresh, but the hooded figure still seems unbothered by it. They only continue to stare at you.
related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of: First Bite and A Small Death (M)
Warning: pillow talk so some suggestive content, but other wise fluffy and domestic af
A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAPPY HOLIDAYS!🎄🎁☃️ AM I TOO LATE FOR AN UPDATE?? LOLL It’s not necessarily Christmas themed but I had anticipated I could get this done at least by then to post so...does this count as a present? dkshg I’m so sorry it took so long 😩 the last few weeks got me feeling in some type of funk where sometimes i wanna do something and other times it’s just ‘i know i gotta do this thing but...i don’t wanna’ so please excuse if there’s any typos i might’ve not caught and if the chapter seems very stop and go sdfkjshg Once again, thank you guys so so SO much for your endless love and support for this fic and for your endless patience! Stay safe, take care and have a restful week!
You feel yourself stirring back into consciousness, becoming more aware of the soft duvet covers that cocoon you. On an inhale, you pick up the smell of fresh linen with an undertone of warm peppermint and cedar. It's nice, soothing and you bury your nose further in it. But it's definitely not what your bed sheets smell like.
Slowly, your eyes flutter open, vision blurred from the deep slumber you were in and the dimness of the room until you blink to adjust yourself. Through the sliver of thin curtains, you see the still darkened night sky – an endless sea of midnight blue with only the faint golden glow of the city building lights dotting along its surface like makeshift stars. The moon is full tonight, shining brightly and casting its pale rays onto the floor and walls though occasionally, it shies away behind wispy clouds that drift by.
Growing more awake, you begin to notice other things besides the time of day, like how these microfibre sheets were especially soft against your body, caressing your skin as if you're wearing nothing at all.
....Oh, you really were wearing nothing at all.
You pause to think, trying to get the gears working in your head before the memories start to jog again.
You remember meeting Jungkook at that fancy lounge, he had given you the address to where your guardian demon was staying (more like hiding). You had marched up, banging on his door and demanding him to explain why the fuck he would hide something as important as attempting to transition to a guardian angel –
Your eyes widen, a sick surge of panic rushing from your gut and you might've given yourself whiplash in your haste to see the other side of the bed, only to sigh out quietly, your palpitating heart settling back to a calm, steady beat. Carefully, you roll yourself over, shuffling closer and finally letting yourself take him in, like Psyche laying eyes on Eros for the first time.
He sleeps so soundly, almost angelically and you resist the urge to snort at the irony of that thought, but with the way his dark raven locks are tousled, strands falling over his forehead, delicate lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks and his full pink lips that are parted slightly as the moonlight kisses every inch of smooth skin the sheets aren't covering, you swear he could fool anyone into believing it, even heaven themselves.
You can't help but to bring a hand up to sweep away the stray hairs, allowing you a better glimpse of him. It's the first time you've seen him this relaxed, any sort of tension no longer marring his elegant face, like for once he doesn't have to put on a strong front and the sight has you bewitched, wanting to take in as much as you can. When your fingers gently glide down his profile, you're surprised they come away a little warmer. In fact, the more you look, you think his complexion has improved, a healthier glow compared to when you first saw him. Is it your imagination? Or the trick of the light? You lift your head to try and get a better look.
You feel him stir before you can be sure of it and you're met with obsidian irises that seem to bore into your soul. There's a slightly dazed look in his eyes that has a fond smile tug at the corner of your lips as you settle back down again.
“Hi.” You whisper, as if afraid you'll break the peace of the night.
Recognition flits through his gaze at the sound of your voice and he mirrors your smile, breathing a soft sigh. He lifts the hand that was resting on his stomach to take hold of yours resting on his cheek.
“Hey.” It comes out deep and husky; still heavily laden with sleep and raspy from disuse. He turns so that he's facing you properly, thumb stroking the back of your hand before he places a kiss on your inner wrist. “Thought I was dreaming for a second...”
You let out what can only be described as a mix between a throaty laugh and a garble, a rather unattractive noise that has you pulling your hand back to cover your face in embarrassment, cheeks heating up further when your muffled voice comes out extremely hoarse and cracks if you so much as raise it.
“You can't say that when you were literally sleeping like a French girl waiting to be painted.”
He chuckles, not hesitating to pull you into his chest and sneaking another kiss to your forehead. You snuggle against him happily, throwing your arm across his stomach and pressing your own lips to his collarbone in return as he slips an arm under your head to use as a pillow.
“You're one to talk.” You hear him say above you before adding teasingly, “When you're not stealing all the blanket.”
You lightly push your knuckles at his jaw but there was no real force or seriousness behind the reprimand; just a case of your usual banters acting up. He retaliates by playfully snapping his teeth at your hand, as if to bite the fingers and you pull back, squealing and giggling.
“No biting!”
“So no biting I see...Duly noted then.”
Your mouth drops open, scandalized as your gaze whips up, only to find him barely containing a suggestive smirk at you.
“...I don't like what you're implying...” You say, eyes narrowing even though you find yourself subtly sinking lower in an attempt to hide the blush you feel rushing up your neck. He catches you all the same, tilting his head as the lazy smirk grows.
“Oh darling I only say to better please you. Although,” He pauses, slowly, purposefully leaning down closer to you, a gleam in his eyes that you swear made his dark eyes deepen into a devilish crimson for a split second.
“We'll probably have to work on that stamina – can't have you tapping out just after three orgasms.”
You choke, completely flustered at such brazen and lascivious words that sound far too honeyed than they should be, making the memories seem all the more vivid in your mind. Your entire body feels incredibly hot suddenly and not knowing what to do, you whine helplessly and attempt to roll away from him but he holds onto you, the sounds of his laughter tinkling in your ears.
“You're not getting any of this blanket for that now.” You pout, bunching and tugging the sheets to your chest more.
“I'm just teasing love, I couldn't help myself!” He giggles, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Forgive me?”
You let the silence drag out for a few seconds longer before you sneak a peek over, letting out a snort when you see him blinking big puppy dog eyes at you. You're biting back a smile as you turn to face him again.
“You're lucky you're cute.”
His eyes crease up as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking the soft skin. You lean into his touch, watching him affectionately until you see his expression dim to something more sombre.
“I really am sorry Y/N.” He confesses quietly, voice tinged with a heavy guilt as his fingers move to play distractedly with your hair, gently tucking the loose strands behind your ear or brushing them off your shoulder. “I'm sorry I kept this from you for as long as I did....”
You open your mouth to speak, but stop midway. You'd be lying if you said that you're not completely over being mad at him for what he did, however, the initial anger had more or less simmered to a heartache you can't quite shake. You feel him beginning to withdraw his touch, perhaps misreading your silence as reopening a tender wound but you bring a hand up to entangle your fingers with his, keeping them in place.
“I know you said you did it to protect me but,” The sigh you let out holds a lingering sadness, “I still wished you had told me...” You chastised, stern yet gentle as you lock a steady gaze on him. “You really had me worried and scared. I thought something happened to you...like...” You swallow and he squeezes your hand lightly in comfort. “Like the night I found you...in my room.”
He nods, solemnly conceding and his eyes drift away, reflecting in his thoughts.
“I'm sure you figured by now; that night was when I had came back from starting the transitioning process.” He rolls until he's lying on his back, staring aimlessly at the ceiling and you shuffle closer in his loosened hold, not wanting to be apart from his warmth, listening. “Usually not a big deal....but for a demon, it was dangerous.” A rueful chuckle. “To be honest, I still don't know how I even survived...”
Your heart clenches at the thought and you bite your lip, pushing down the lump that's growing.
“But ever since then, my body's been...off, and it only grew worse each day – to the point where using my powers for even the simplest things put a huge strain on me.” He inhales deeply, as if he's trying to breathe past the weight that's been sitting on his chest. “I felt so exhausted all the time; I thought at this rate, I wouldn't be able to do anything. I wouldn't be able to protect you from the misfortunes that follow me and if I couldn't do that much, it would be better for me to stay away, keep you from the dangers and...” You see his jaw stiffen before he directs his gaze to the side, face turned away from you. “Keep you from seeing me this way; helpless, weak.”
The last few words come out as if he loathes to admit them aloud, voice tight. You hear how frustrated he is with himself and you're quick to assuage those tumultuous thoughts, rising so that you hover above his form to cup his face in your hands until your eyes meet, pulling him from the abyss.
“I would rather be in danger than have you risk your life.” You say, softening when you continue, “I don't want to lose you....You mean so much to me. Please don't ever forget that.”
Dark eyes, much like the starless night sky outside the window, widen fractionally. You fight the blush threatening to bloom across your cheeks, realizing how ardent you might've sound but you speak honestly, even if your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your ribcage at any moment. You think it speeds up when you see his mouth tug into a small smile and he leans up to brush his nose against yours tenderly, winding one arm around your waist to press you even closer to his body, half lying on top of him.
“I never would've thought in my lifetime I would find someone like you cherub.” He says in disbelief, free hand coming up to bury into the locks of your hair, palm resting on the back of your neck. “I've done nothing to deserve you.”
“Well, you're just gonna have to accept it.” You answer, planting a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “Because I'm not going anywhere.” You punctuate each word with a kiss to the apple's of his cheeks, forehead, over the lids of his eyes, and finally on pillowy soft lips. You can't help but linger there a little longer. When you pull away, it's to take in his visage, eyes travelling over his form before something catches your attention.
At first, you didn't recognize it; the blemish appearing more or less like a birthmark, however, you see the size it takes up on the left side of his chest and it's then you realize that it was the tattoo you had seen, only this time it appeared to be so much more faded, and in some places, the inky lines have disappeared altogether. You frown, troubled at having not noticed until now...or perhaps from the fact that you had entirely missed it because it was barely there anymore, you're not sure.
“I'm guessing this is because of the process too?” You ask, thoughtlessly tracing the pads of your fingers over what's left of the mark. He hums, the sound rumbling beneath your palm as his larger hand encompasses yours, holding it in place and you feel the steady beating of his heart.
“I'm not surprised, it's the mark of a demon after all.” He explains, none too bothered and lightly shrugging at that. When the hard line of your lips doesn't let up, he chuckles, reaching up to poke your cheek. “It's just a mark cherub, nothing serious. It's meant to distinguish our kind because of our ability to take on any human appearances.”
Still, you don't like how it's another glaringly obvious sign that your guardian demon's health is deteriorating, an unwanted byproduct to add to the pile that does nothing but taunt you. It has your thoughts straying back to the idea that you had your mind set on. You're very tempted to bring it up; wanting to desperately tell him that you might've found another way, that he doesn't need to endure any more pain or sacrifices for your sake, that for once, maybe you can do something for him after all he's done for you.
“Cherub?”
The soft call brings you back, eyes refocusing on the demon who blinks up at you curiously with the faintest hints of concern etched across his deceivingly delicate features. At the sight, you feel yourself melting, endeared and suddenly you can't bear to ruin this sweet moment with another heavy topic – you both had just came to terms and settled the whole guardian angel thing after all.
You'll tell him later, right now you'd rather be making up the lost time you could've had kissing and snuggling him.
So in the end, it gets pushed to the very back of your mind and you redirect to something else, “Sorry, I was just thinking about what you said; how demons can take on any human appearances. I'll admit, your Jimin look is impressive.”
You see him take pause, no doubt trying to process the flitting thought that has just passed before ultimately, he chooses to let it slide and allows you to pull him into your playful antics. The smug smirk that makes its way onto his lips has a coquettish one sneaking onto your own. “But,” you almost laugh at how fast he falters at the single word and your smile grows more and more teasing. “I'm afraid you got sloppy, with or without your mark I could easily tell you weren't actually Jimin.”
He scoffs, looking thoroughly affronted by your claims. “How? I think my look is pretty spot on.”
You hum, propping up a little more so that you can brush the dark strands of hair on his forehead with the tips of your finger. “True....But you could say almost too perfect. See, Jimin has a beauty mark here.” You gently tap on a spot just above his left brow and you giggle when the skin wrinkles up in his effort to follow your movement attentively. “And here...” Your finger lowers to the edge of his collarbone. “And one on the back of his neck. You only managed to get the one on his cheek right.”
The indignant grunt he makes lets you know he's pouting without you even having to look.
“His teeth aren't perfectly straight like yours either – one of his front tooth is slightly crooked.”
“...I do hope your interest in teeth won't go beyond that...”
You smack his chest lightly, kissing your teeth but otherwise make no further comment. “I think the last thing that gave you away is your choice in piercings...” You point out, brushing your thumb against the sensitive shell of his ear where the helix stud sits. “Jimin doesn't have this one anymore.”
“A shame really...” You hear the demon murmur and your eyebrows quirk, barely catching the way he swallows thickly, eyes darting off to the side.
You blink, wondering if you've made him self-conscious or uncomfortable in any way but little do you know, the demon is only relieved you hadn't noticed the goosebumps that have erupted over his arm at your innocent touch.
“You're right, and that's why I like it – the helix piercing.” You continue, smiling gently. “And everything else you missed. It's like your own kind of imperfections and preferences...it just proves that you're you, and not Jimin.”
You can't help letting your voice tether off into something much softer for the quiet confession hidden in those last few words.
You're the one I love.
Your stomach flutters with butterflies at the foreign feeling, shrinking in on yourself out of shyness and you know you really shouldn't be, but you're also nervous; for what you're not even entirely sure. Mentally, you scold yourself – you must seem like such a weird, emotional mess of a human being to him.
The rumbling vibrations of his chuckle catches your attention, as does the palm of his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
“Well, I'm glad that you're the one to differentiate the two of us.”
He doesn't need to say anything else because from the fond look in his eyes and the tender dulcet tone of his voice, you see and hear his unspoken response, how much it means to him.
Thank you for loving me, for me.
Your heart swells unbelievably in size that you're actually left a little breathless. The butterflies are going crazy now and so overwhelmed by your emotions but not knowing how to express them adequately, you bury your face into his neck and squeeze a tight hug into him. You get a breathy laugh in response and feel his strong arms squeezing you right back, his mouth pressing into the crown of your head. You stay like that for a while, simply taking in the scent that is so uniquely his. It never fails to relax every nerve in your body, and coupled with the rhythmic stroking of his hand through your hair, you find yourself struggling to blink away the heaviness that's starting to fall over your lids.
Your lips move in a drowsy mumble, sluggishly forming the beginnings of his name but then stopping abruptly. Lifting your head so that you can look at him, you're suddenly wide eyed with the realization.
“I should probably stop calling you 'Jimin' then huh?”
Obsidian eyes blink down at you, amusement shining in their depths for the way you seem so pressed about the issue, like you had offended him to the highest degree. Your chest moves in sync with the deep inhale he takes, watching as he languidly lifts his arm to tuck it behind his head, his expression shifting to something a little more pensive before he seems to reach a conclusion.
“As much as I appreciate the sentiment cherub, I think it's safer if you still continue to. When I said there is power to a name, I didn't mean so lightly. A demon can be overpowered or even banished should their true name be known; be it by a medium, an exorcist or –“
“An angel.”
The words slips out unconsciously in a small whisper, like you're afraid to speak it into existence.
“...Yes, especially angels.” He answers you like he was the bearer of bad news, only you knew that much already. You might not be an expert, but you think it's pretty basic knowledge that demons (and by proxy, other kinds of dark entities) can be expelled in some form or another – your past jokes and gibes at your own guardian demon were proof of that matter alone.
However, now you've been hit in the face with just how volatile that reality is; and all it would take is uttering his name to the wrong person.
“I won't let that happen.”
It's a promise, a vow; one you'll be damned if you broke. He smiles, endeared at your unwavering display of determination.
“I know you won't love, but regardless, if you ever find yourself in danger don't hesitate to call my name.”
Your brows furrow in protest. “But that's too –”
“No buts Y/N.” He gently reprimands you, curling a finger under your chin so that your eyes lock onto the firm gaze he fixes you with. “As your guardian; your safety is still and will always remain my priority.”
There's a finality with the statement that lets you know that no amount of arguing will change his mind on that and your mouth reluctantly falls shut. At your conflicted and crestfallen look, he softens.
“Hey.”
You perk up slightly and feel the featherlight brushes of his finger against the roundness of your cheek, a small placating gesture.
“Don't worry too much on it cherub, just something I want you to keep in mind yeah?”
You want to weakly retort that it's too late for that, mind already running amok with worse case scenarios. You don't get too far into it however, as fatigue rolls over you like a powerful wave, overtaking you in the form of a giant yawn that you struggle to stifle; the force of it has your whole body shuddering.
“We should really stop meeting like this, I'm afraid it's finally taking a toll on you.”
The disgruntled noise you let out gets muffled in with the last remnants of the tired exhale. You don't truly understand what he means until you blink away the tears, catching sight of a sleek digital clock sitting on the night stand, and squinting, you see the numbers illuminating in green reads 4:45AM.
You groan and feel as if whatever remaining energy you had is drained after knowing the time. Shutting your eyes, your body sags completely, half-draped unceremoniously over the firm body of your demon.
“Now, now princess, you'll regret falling asleep like this when you wake up.” You hear him tut before you feel yourself be moved, rolled to your side so that you lie properly on the mattress. You whine, was perfectly contented where you were but settle once you feel arms wrap itself around your waist, pulling you close and your face is once again buried perfectly into the crook of his neck, head resting on the pillow.
The calming scent of him along with his warmth and the plush covers cocooning you easily allows for sleep to pull at your lids once more, your own arms instinctively curling around him.
“Good?”
You hum, sighing out as your worries slowly muddle together into nothing more than a heavy fog and when he starts to run his fingers through your hair again, you're practically mush.
“...You never answered my question...” You murmur thoughtlessly, like a subconscious, knee jerk reaction born from a last minute need for some peace of mind before you finally succumb to the rapidly growing fatigue. His hand stills momentarily, and you're not sure if it's because he had barely made out your slurred words or if it's to recall the memory. There's a lapse in silence, how long you're not even sure at this point as you feel yourself drifting in and out of being awake, but then you hear it – sweet and wistful.
“...For as long as I'm yours, I'll stay.”
-
The next time you wake, it is to a warmth that you quickly find wasn't the kind you expected nor want. The soft rays of the sun easily pierces through the chiffon curtains that drape over the floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom, bathing the space in a golden haze and while often times, it leaves for an impressive view of the vast cityscape below, you're not entirely appreciative of the exposure it gives you now. Not only did it disrupt you from your peaceful slumber, it does little to hide the coolness you feel from the empty space beside you.
You sit up with a start, still dazed and stay there for a good minute, squinting through the light that's way too bright the same time trying to kickstart your mind into gear – you never were the best person to wake up, it took you forever to get yourself together. Eventually, your eyes begin to take in what's around you, the dark grey sheets that pool around your waist and finally getting a good look at the interior of the room.
It's ridiculously spacious, as is the bed you're sitting in, even from what little you had seen initially amidst the dim lighting along with the flurry of heightened emotions and passion. In fact, it looks a lot like a snapshot right out of a luxury home interior decorating magazine if you're going to be honest.
Off the bat, you can tell the colour scheme was mainly dark greys, creams, and blacks, accented by the same deep mahogany wood of the front door. It was also decorated simply with minimalistic styled furnishing. Aside from the low laying king sized bed, with its taupe coloured upholstered frame, a dresser sits across from you and in the far corner facing the large windows was a singular lounge chair with a small coffee table situated in front.
Turning your head, you see matching night tables, both with identical geometric lamps but one had the clock you spotted earlier, the time now reading 2:16PM. To your left, you notice a doorway situated perpendicular to the large windows in one corner of the room while to the right of you, there was another door and just ahead to the right was another. Immediately, you guess that these lead off to one of three places; a bathroom, a closet or the main hall leading out to the rest of the penthouse.
A shiver passes through you, causing you to momentarily shrink in on yourself and reminding you that you're still very much nude. Self-consciously, you tug the blankets around you back up once more, wearing it as a makeshift cape as you continue to glance around the room, now with more awake eyes. It's then that you finally notice your neatly folded clothes laying on the black cushioned bench at the end of the bed, and sitting just beside that pile was a plain black robe and towels. The rush of air through your nose barely concealed the quiet giggle seeping through – so sweet of him.
You should probably shower, you think. Though surprisingly, you don't feel as grimy as you would have thought but still, it'd be refreshing. You lean over until your hand reaches the robe, already loving the extremely plush softness you feel under your fingertips. It feels even better once you shrug it on, securing the sash around your waist and you honestly think you can fall right back asleep in it. A tempting idea, but you have more pressing matters. Niggling at the back of your mind, a part of you wanted to find your guardian demon first, to check up on him in the same manner he'd so carefully demonstrated upon your waking and confirm your comfort wasn't at the expense of his health. Plus – and even as you admit this, your heart traitorously flutters – you miss him.
You shuffle to the edge of the bed until you're able to swing your legs over, letting the soles of your feet touch the cream carpeting before you haul yourself up. You sharply inhale, halting in your steps at the popping of joints and a dull ache, the latter catching you off guard (and causing a mad rush of heat to your face) that you had to take a moment before tentatively continuing to the door farthest from you.
Just as your hand brushes the handle, your hair falls over your face and without thinking, you sweep it away but the motion makes you pause abruptly. Slowly, your mind jogs back up to speed, your fingers combing through the messy locks in an attempt to smooth it out and suddenly you need a mirror. Actually, never mind a mirror, you probably should at least brush your teeth before heading out so recklessly!
Shamefaced, you change course, heading straight to the door you guessed was the en suite bathroom. The moment you opened the door, you're immediately taken aback. Much like the bedroom, the bathroom was quite big and so cleanly decorated with wide windows that take up one wall, offering whoever that was soaking in the Jacuzzi bathtub the same expansive view as the bedroom. Aside from the tub, there was also a glass shower stall big enough to fit at least four people at once despite having a bench inside, the stone marble matching in colour with the twin sink counter and cool grey tiles.
It takes you a moment to compose yourself again from being awestruck with the excessive bathroom and after much careful rifling in the medicine cabinet, you find a spare toothbrush and a travel sized toothpaste pack.
Teeth brushed and a little bit more refreshed from a splash of water to your face, you finally poke your head out of the door your had initially set your sights on. You find your previous suspicions correct as laid out before you was a hallway, the walls a warm cream beige colour that matched the carpet that continued outside the bedroom and any doors were of the same mahogany wood. It wasn't fairly long as you see just not far ahead, the carpeting stops at a threshold of sorts and leads off to another open space with dark granite flooring. Immediately, you're drawn out without hesitation because from the small glimpse alone, your eyes were already bugging out of your head.
So by the time you actually reached the end, you swear your jaw just about dropped off its hinges. The space you stumbled into was a living room, the size alone you think equalled to your kitchen, living room and bedroom, with its high ceilings, so tall that there's room to hang an equally large linear chandelier without appearing claustrophobic (in fact, the lighting fixture itself looked as if it could pass off as an expensive art installation) and if you had thought the view in the bedroom was extreme, you've been proven sorely wrong.
One side of the room is entirely made up of floor to ceiling windows, making the view even more vast with nothing obstructing it that if you had peered over, you would believed you were simply floating on a cloud in the sky, truly suspended in mid-air. Mounted on the wall adjacent to the panel of large glass was a sleek, electric fireplace, the flames dancing over small, white pebbled stones rather than wood and at the centre were long velvet couches surrounding a simple wood coffee table, all encircled by a lush white fur rug.
What's more, the other thing that had caught your attention was the set of floating stairs that lead up to another level of the penthouse – leading to what you're not sure. With your eyes so busily roaming about the entire area, you had failed to notice the person you've initially set out to look for until the very last moment, finally spotting his figure ahead in the kitchen situated under the large landing of the stairs. His back was turned towards you so all you saw was his tousled raven locks, the faint twinkling of his silver chained earrings and a loose fitting white tunic. Automatically, you smile, your heart easing and suddenly the splendour of this luxurious penthouse means nothing to you.
Despite your approach being fairly quiet, you knew it was no match for the heightened senses of a demon and without surprise, you see him turn his head slightly to acknowledge your presence just as you reach the island counter separating you from him.
“Slept well cherub?” He asks with a charming quirk of his lips.
You seat yourself on the breakfast stool, propping your arm on top of the marble counter top and hum, pretending to think.
“For Egyptian cotton, it wasn't too bad I guess.”
You get a chuckle from him before he turns his attention back to what's in front of him, and it's then that you smell the cooking of eggs and bacon. Instantly, your stomach gurgles, demanding to be fed and your cheeks colour at the loud sound it made. There's no way the demon in front of you could've missed it, even if he didn't have supernatural hearing. So as if prompted, he lifted the sizzling pan and dispensed its contents onto a pristine white plate sitting beside the stove, just as the toaster pinged.
You watch him take the single slice between his fingers before he faces you once more, presenting you a plate of creamy scrambled eggs, strips of crispy bacon and perfectly golden toast on the side.
“Sorry if it's a little lacking. I've found that throughout the years, I don't have a good grasp of flavours humans enjoy.” He apologizes. “Eggs and bacon are the few dishes you can't really go wrong with.”
You suppress the snort, accepting the plate gratefully nonetheless and not minding his forewarning – it made sense after all so you assured, “Hey, at least it looks edible and cooked well; already better than my own scrambled eggs and bacon.”
The smile he gives you makes his eyes crease into crescent moons, his cheeks rounding with a glimmer of mirth that makes him appear very boyish. He hands you a silver fork pulled from one of the drawers.
“Very sweet of you cherub.”
Your eyes squint and your cheeks puff up from the force of the exaggerated, syrupy sweet smile you give him, wiggling in your seat like a cheeky five year old as you lift your hand to take the utensil. You miss the crooked stretch of his lips so before you could close around the fork, he pulls it out of reach and lightly bonks the back of your hand with it. The shock of the metal hitting your knuckle jolts you and your eyes snap open in an instant, mouth open.
“Jimin!” You say, aghast but the sound is more or less void of any real offence as you act out cradling your 'injured' hand.
All he does is bark a single laugh and gesture to the fork for you to take again. “Eat up, food's getting cold.”
Not like you needed to be told twice, if not by Jimin then the sounds of your growling stomach. You gratefully begin to chew on the eggs and bacon (albeit they were on the bland side, but food is food and you ate happily). Meanwhile, Jimin busies himself making a cup of tea for you after he had asked your preferences and as he does, you both chatted, mainly about this apartment you didn't know he had.
“I rarely have any use for these places because I never really stay for long.” Jimin explains casually, sliding you a steaming mug as you finish your last bit of toast. “I use them if I have time or if I just want some place quiet to relax and not be disturbed.”
“Then what's the point of having a place so big?” You ask, exchanging your empty plate for the mug, wrapping it up in your hands to warm your palms.
He props up an elbow, leaning on the counter with a cheek resting in one palm and shrugs. “I can't deny I like nice things but in the end, it doesn't have any real value to me.” Here, a sly smile makes his way onto those pillowy soft lips. “You can have it if you want.”
The sentence nearly makes you spit out the tea you had so meticulously been blowing on and you cough, stammering, “I-It's fine! Don't joke like that!”
“I wasn't joking, I was being serious.”
The way Jimin said it was so matter of fact that you could only blink in disbelief. After much floundering, you clear your throat, bringing up the mug closer to your face in hopes of shielding the heat that's spreading over your cheeks. “Still, there's no need. I can't possibly take your house.”
The demon in front of you puffs a chortle, still looking as carefree on the matter as ever, “If you ever change your mind, let me know.”
You grunt bemusedly, mumbling about how you wouldn't even know what to do with a place so big, before taking a slow sip of your tea, humming lightly at the warming feeling and the pleasant taste. Jimin watches you quietly, a content smile on his face. You try to seem unbothered but evidently, the effects of your newly blossomed relationship with him has yet to calm down and so, your heart fluttered in your chest incessantly the moment you locked gazes with those irises, dark as night that seem to only shine on you.
Suddenly, you find yourself in a paradox – while you feel like you're struggling to maintain eye contact with Jimin, no matter how much your eyes flit and wander aimlessly, in the end you're drawn back to him anyways. Rather shameless you think, but confidently, you could at least say that you can't be blamed.
You're not sure if it's the sun's rays, so freely beaming into the room from those large windows, or it's just Jimin, but he seems to emit an unexplained ethereal glow. Gone was the ashen paleness that had made his skin appear almost translucent, his complexion radiates a warm honeyed suppleness that you've missed seeing on him because with it, he looked so much livelier.
Wait.
Now that nothing is hindering your sights, you see clearly that any ailments on his features have been significantly reduced. The purplish dark circles that had clung under his eyes are gone, his cheeks don't seem to be so sunken in and even his raven black hair, tousled effortlessly, had a wonderful sheen as it fell in thick waves over his forehead.
It's with without a doubt, this Jimin in front of you right now really was indeed healthier.
Unconsciously you find your hand reaching out to his face as if wanting to confirm physically that this was no illusion or dream, making Jimin blink in surprise before he gently catches your hand mid-way.
“Something wrong cherub?”
“It's just,” You start, fingers automatically clasping in his hold and you absentmindedly think how soft and warm his hands were. “How are you feeling?”
The sudden question must've caught Jimin a little off guard so after a second of serious considerations, he replies, “I feel...pretty good?”
“You look pretty good too.” The words slip right out before you realized it but once you do, you pull your hand back hastily, flustered as you rambled. “Not that you don't always look good! Because you do! Because you know, you're a demon, master of disguises and all that, and you've even got on arguably one of the best looking faces on the planet so what I meant was you don't look like a ghost that's been dead for centuries anymore instead of a demon like you're supposed to be!”
Jimin, of course, didn't really bother to hide the toothy grin that's forming yet very graciously still moved the subject along in fear that you would pass out. “You do have a point – as you've seen and have been told, the effects of the transition were obvious on me. But,” He lifts up a hand to eye level, spreading his fingers and flipping it this way and that. “I...really do feel fine. Much better than I have for days.” The last admittance has his shapely brows furrowing, as if he couldn't believe it himself once he's said it aloud.
“Is there any sort of explanation for this?” You ask.
Then, after some pondering, he slowly let his hand fall to his side and hummed, “There are...a few number of possibilities I can think of. The most likely one is that unconsciously, I might've taken some energy from you.”
“Taken from me? When did – oh...” It clicked just as the sentence was coming out and instantly your face flushes, eyes wide. Jimin's brow rose, his lips twitching imperceptibly at the corner and you rush, clearing your throat to cover up. “I thought that was like....a specific ability you needed to have, unless you mean to tell me you're an incubus...”
Jimin snorts, bringing a fist up to cover his mouth before he said, “No cherub, I'm not. All demons possess this ability to a certain degree but most usually lean towards certain affinities. Unless you're specifically an incubus, there are other way demons can gain sustenance or a source for their power other than taking energy directly from humans.”
At such news, your own brows raise in curiousity and you can't help but to ask. “Then what do you usually use?”
“Oh the usual; fear, invoking murderous intent, enticing those into depravity.” Jimin lightly lists off, as if he's talking about hobbies he likes to do on a lazy Sunday.
“Hah....” You shouldn't be so surprised. “Well, either way, as long as you're feeling better.”
Jimin hums noncommittally, distractedly reaching out to tuck a strand of fallen hair behind your ear and though his face is mostly impassive, you get the feeling that he was still deeply mulling over this. But the pensive look soon disappears, his eyes going slightly hooded as something else had caught his attention, his focus going to a place on your neck. You felt the hand brushing your hair come to a slow too and shivered when the pads lightly graze the skin there, trailing a path downwards before stopping.
“What a mess I've made.” The low rumbling murmur has your breath involuntarily hitching and your chin automatically tilts down to see what he was referring to. With his prodding, the collar of your robe had been pushed open to reveal the purplish colouring that mottled the surface of the skin along your collarbone and already without needing to see the full extent of the bruising, you know your neck is covered with them.
It was honestly something you hadn't thought about until it's been pointed out so the moment actually caught you off guard and in your stupor, you can only half coherently say, “Not like it hurts or anything...”
When his fingers draw the robe back a little further to get a clearer look, he unwittingly stumbles into another rather troubling thing.
“You're not dressed.”
“...Well, I was gonna shower....” You mumble, letting your eyes drift off from embarrassment. You hear Jimin breathe out a snicker.
“Dirty girl.”
You narrow your gaze back at him, pouting your lips. “Why don't you show me how to work your fancy expensive shower then.”
He laughs. “It's just a bunch of knobs cherub, how hard can it be?”
“Do you even shower?” You ask back accusingly, hands coming up to rest on your hips.
At that, he cocks his head, stepping back with arms crossed and almost haughtily, “I do, in fact, I already did shower this morning. I'm a little offended you would accuse me of having poor hygiene.”
You copy his pose and sniff, “Sure could've fooled me.”
It's obvious what a lie that was because out of the two of you, anyone could tell with one glance which one is likely to smell more like vanilla and peaches (not you), but you can't help making it a habit to poke the tiger when it's asleep.
Sure enough, Jimin's mouth drops open, looking at you incredulously and an actual hint of mild offence. Then he puffs out a scoff, lips quirking up at the corner and suddenly you don't like that glint in his eyes. In a frighteningly calm manner, Jimin lowers his arms and then smiled serenely, only it came off more creepy than reassuring.
“Y/N ~ ....” He singsongs and as if the impending danger has heightened your senses, you see him subtly shift his weight and it's all you need to whip around and take off running, squealing as you go. Probably not the greatest idea since how the hell do you expect to outrun a demon but when you heard the sounds of his jovial laughing right behind you, you think at least some good came out of it.
Untitled 2seok AU (Angels and Demons)
By minjiminie (twitter)
Author description: Yoongi is drunk when he decides to summon demons for twitter clout. seokjin, yoongi’s guardian angel, panics when the summoning goes right and a demon latches onto yoongi. to make matters worse, it’s not any demon. it’s jung hoseok, seokjin’s eternal sexy archenemy.
Group: BTS
Main ship: 2seok
Other ships: Namgimin, Taekook
Chapters: 85 (Complete)
↳ Summary: The village of Incúrsio has always said to be plagued by a demon, to keep its evil at bay they must sacrifice a young virgin to its hunger every year. You assumed that was a certain death, by what means? You didn’t know. Becoming the the mate of the Prince of Hell to keep his brother away from you? That was never apart of the folktale.
↳ Genre: demon!au, supernatural, smut, strangers to lovers
↳ Word Count: 11k
↳ Pairing: Jimin/Reader
↳ Tags: MC is thirsty as hell, thigh riding, multiple orgasms and I mean a LOT, eating out, overstimulation, virginal sex, mutual masturbation, sub/dom overtones, finger fucking, creamiepie, unprotected sex, jimin has a big dong
Last installment
Note: Second installment to Halloween!verse !! I this is technically edited but I’m probably still gonna go back and tweak a few things, just a heads up. You don’t have to read the last installment for this series but there is a loosely followed plot :)
Incúrsio was right in the middle of the most used trading route in the whole realm. You’d often met people from many walks of life and there was never a dull day with so much life flooding your village. Incúrsio however, did come with its faults. And now laying in bed sleepless over the past twelve hours, you briefly wondered if those faults were even justifiable.
You see, Incúrsio, was home to the demons curse. An old folktale in your opinion to scare children. Your village, however, took the curse as serious as they came which opened the door to the ceremony held each year to pick the unfortunate virgin girl who’d be used as the Offering.
The virgin girl, had become you.
You believed in a lot of things. But demons were not one of them. At least not until today. Not until you were chosen from the bowl of many names, what would happen to you? You had grown up your whole life watching them drag girls kicking and screaming into the woods only to disappear and never be seen again. Would they just kill you right there?
Thoughts rolled throughout your head as you stared at the ceiling, the wood had begun rotting last year and you were surprised by the last bad storm that had rolled through the village hadn’t caused the roof to cave in on you. Maybe it would right now, you’d prefer it over whatever fate laid ahead.
The door to your room opened wide causing the early morning light to stream inside as your caretaker Grelda opened the door. Twenty two years all to be thrown away on one single piece of note with your name written down. Anger flooded your veins but your mind was numb as you wordlessly rose to your feet as followed her down the small crooked hall.
Most mornings were spent through banter while helping her make breakfast, she had been so kind to take you in when you were nothing but a small helpless child, you filled one another's lives with joy. And yet it was all absent today, the last you’d ever spend together.
Grelda had prepared you a bath, it was the first time all year you had sat down in warm water and she had even helped clean your hair. It was all in name of the celebration of the demon not destroying your village another year. The village would even throw a whole celebration that night after your death. You knew because you had always gone in previous years.
Only now did you realize just how sickening it was.
Your hair had been scrubbed near clean and the dirt from under your nails had been picked, the skin you had long since was used to have a layer of dirt covering it was polished like fine china and standing still in the dainty long white dress. The one you swore you’d wear on your wedding day- you felt as if you didn’t even know who you were any longer.
Hearing the loud knock wrap against the old unsteady door of the entrance made your heart drop into your stomach, it was time.
Grelda quickly finished the long braid in your hair before leading you to the door, stopping in front of it only to turn around and pull you into a tight hug, “I love you, my child, no matter what,” Your eyes were already stinging at the choke in her voice, her own quiet anger quivering before forcing it back, to stay strong for the both of you, “You will be okay.” She pulled away and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead as a louder, more demanding knock rapped once more.
You could only muster a single nod as your eyes threatened to water before glancing down at your feet.
Grelda quickly opened the door to reveal the head townsmen and a few other volunteers stood stoically, as if anticipating you’d put up a fight as most girls did in the last few minutes of their life. Being sleep deprived and emotionally exhausted from your long night, some hours spent in rage while others spent in tears. You couldn’t muster anymore emotion as you stepped forward. Letting them clasp your upperarms tightly, a man on either side of you as you began to walk forwards.
Incúrsio really was a quaint place, most wouldn’t suspect it of being under such a horrid curse. The fog in the early morning gave it a haunted but enchanted feeling and a single candle stood outside of everyone’s homes, a silent mourning of the one who would be lost today. Your eyes set on the road ahead where you noticed guards were on rotation.
They must’ve arrived last night from the Kingdom up north. The Jeon Dynasty had always been too kind for their own good and you felt a brief surprise fill your face at the sight of them. Hysteria had been setting in with the Offering so close and talk of the town was the Blood Moon pack had been spotted scouting your village not too long ago.
Werewolves, were a fickle kind and often temperamental by nature but the Jeons had just signed a peace treaty with them. Surely they wouldn’t break it, right? Regardless and for whatever reason they had went ahead and sent guards anyways.
Biting against your lip you could only wonder what went through the royals heads.
You were quickly forced from your thoughts as the townsmen suddenly yanked you along forcing you to stumble slightly while attempting to keep in line with their steps into the woods where every other girl before you had also went.
Would they kill you now? Or would they just leave you lost in the woods for a blood starved vampire to find? Or a crazed werewolf to eat? Anxiety began to spike through your mind and briefly, it felt as if your life had flashed before your eyes as you began to approach the odditie ahead.
It looked like a pegan altar of sorts, the stone head like a gateway to nothing and the large black burnt circle free of any tree’s sat at it’s entrance, oh my god you were going to be literally sacrificed weren’t you? Your breath had become hitched and unsteady as you passed through the stone hedge and stood in the middle of the circle, the head townsmen forced you to kneel and then silence set in.
One second went by, then another. And another. What was supposed to happen? You could tell this was an unusual sight as the volunteers began to fidget from side to side their eyes darting to one another and you could see the hysteria getting to them as well. Swallowing you forced your eyes shut once more as your exhale came out shaky and timid.
Another minute had to become five eventually and just when you thought perhaps you'd be spared over this year one of the volunteers finally spoke, “This- This isn’t normal! Let’s just kill her and go! The demon can still feed on her afterwards!”
His words was the only spark needed to cause everyone to snap in anxiety as they began to fight among themselves. Someone determined to keep you alive while others agreeing with him and wanting you dead. Before you could blink blood had been spilled and the hysteria was becoming thick and crazed before a sharp knife was suddenly being hurdled at you in the hands of a volunteer.
You scrambled back onto your bottom before harshly closing your eyes with a whimper as defeated tears finally slid down your face. You waited for the sharp, burning puncture to set in only to timidly open your eyes from the odd silence. A tall, dark figure stood in front of you undisturbed and regal before humming, “That won’t be necessary.”
Your lips had parted as you breathlessly gaped at the figure of a human until he turned around. Dark magenta eyes like you had never seen before, too dark to be a vampire and too pink to be a werewolf. A large, almost demented smirk coiled on his lips wrapping you in a spill of darkness making your head light and your body weak as the void filled around you both leaving everyone behind.
“Don’t worry,” He leaned down, grabbing your chin, “You’re safe now darling.”
Your head was light, and briefly you wondered if the hysteria got to you as well. Your vision was beginning to spot and before you could even speak your body finally collapsed.
Groaning your body felt weak and briefly you could feel a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead, god you were so hot. Did you have a fever? Your mind was hazy and had a dull ache as you forced your eyes open, anticipating the old rotting ceiling of your bedroom.
Instead your eyes were met with a the black silk canopy and the plush bed beneath you sunk against your body brought it’s ache a small relief.
Had you the energy you would’ve shot out of the bed with a scream at where the hell were you.
But your movement was sluggish and forced you to lay there, still and in a dazed wonder, “You’re awake,” His voice was like silk, soft as an angel but the magenta eyes were anything but, “Don’t try to move,” He turned to face you, his face slim and cheekbones chiseled and high, the odd silver hair making him look ironically angelic, “You’re body is still in shock from traversing the first time.”
Closing your eyes you swallowed thickly, trying to keep the whimper from escaping your lips before forcing your timid voice to rasp, “Aren’t you going to kill me? Rape me? You’re a demon.” He was in the perfect position to do as such, you weren’t even sure you could muster a scream right now, your body was so dull and it was difficult to even wiggle your fingers.
His lips curled slightly in amusement as he walked to the bedside, pulling out the chair from his desk as he sat down, “Even demons aren’t as bad as they’re made out to be,” He clacked his tongue, a playful myrth in his eyes as he continued, a little more serious, “A demon must have consent, without it we’ll turn to dust.”
“Oh,” You breathed, glancing up at him wearily before back at the silk canopy hanging above you while muttering, “So you’re going to kill me.” If you had the energy, you’d be interrogating the supposed demon already while wielding a pillow for your defense but instead you just decided to dramatically accept your fate.
He clacked his tongue once more causing your gaze to shift back to him as he replied, “Is it so difficult to assume I’m not going to harm you?”
“...Yes.” You replied after a moment of silence making him chuckle as you frowned, “I was dragged out into the woods and almost killed only to be transported to hell with a demon. Is just killing me too much to ask?” His laugh only continued as he shook his head.
The amused smirk pulling on his lips as he leaned back in his seat, setting his foot against his other knee as he answered, “I’m afraid so darling. I’m in need of a mate, you were getting ready to be killed, it’s all very convenient for the both of us. You’re alive, and now I don’t have to search through the whole realm for a mate.”
Your lips parted and closed several times before your voice rasped in defiance though it only came out cracked and half whispered, “I didn’t agree to that!”
“Yes well…” He shrugged, not looking shocked by your resistance as he continued, “I didn’t agree with that either but here I am. I could always send you off to my brother like originally intended.”
You weren’t sure what that was supposed to mean. But going off any indication of his trailed off words, his brother must’ve not as been such a gentlemen as himself. You huffed, glancing back up to the canopy. When you woke up that morning, you had intended anything but this to happen. But he was right, you were alive and you most definitely would’ve met your untimely fate if it weren’t for him, the last thing you were going to do was pick a fight with the man who had saved your life. Demon or not.
Being his mate? Which in human terms was likened to marriage? Outrageous and you weren’t about to let that happen. But you’d cross that bridge when the time came as he didn’t seem set on genuinely mating you and there was always a chance he was just teasing you, as you quickly found out. For a demon, he seemed awfully light hearted.
“What is your name?” You muttered, glancing up at the soft silk. Was this how the royals slept at night you wondered? You had always tried to imagine falling asleep in such luxury at night only to wake up in the grunge of your bedroom.
But now, if there was anything you could appreciate, it was the aesthetic and pleasure of the room.
“Lust.” Your eyes shot back to his figure in mild panic and horror as his smirk curled into a more seductive one, his eyes brighter than before as he introduced himself before he chuckled, his body relaxing once more making a scowl twitch on your lips at his teasing, “Formally, on the surface I’m simply referred to as Jimin. You may call me as such if it’s more comfortable.”
Jimin laughed once more at the constant twitch of your lips as you fought the scold that continuously tried to twist further onto your face, “Y/n.”
He gave a hum as he plucked your hand up from the bed, your arm felt like a heavy weight but his plump soft lips felt like a caress of clouds against your skin as he kissed the knuckle of your hand, “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/n, circumstances aside.” Jimin set your hand down before standing up, “Now get some sleep darling. The effects of the traversing will wear off soon.” Despite your ruffledness you found yourself listening to him as your lashes heavily fluttered closed, you could barely register the blanket being covered over your body as sleep took you once more.
The next time you woke up your head was clear from it’s pain and your body was as light as a feather. The first thing you noticed were the lights of the room had been gone leaving it dark and you wondered if it was supposedly night? You weren’t actually in Hell, right? You had been overdramatic earlier but surely that wasn’t the case. Hell was, well....Hell, endless torture. You established that this definitely was not it as you turned to face the other wall.
Instead you were faced with the sleeping demon, who had stayed respectfully on his side of the bed, but just registering that you were in his room, of course, had you yelping in surprise as you tumbled out of the bed.
Your body instantly throbbing as it hit the ground making you whine out. The bed aboved shifted as you watched him peer above you with furrowed brows and messy hair, expression twisting with amusement as he asked, “Do you enjoy sitting on the floor? You always seem to end up there.”
Anger brittled through your veins as you gave a huffy indignant whine, fumbling as you stood up while stomping your foot, pointing a finger down at him menacingly as he leaned back against his hands, not looking the least bit threatened, “I…! I demand to be let go! I am not staying here!”
Jimin rose his brows before he let a small smirk curl on his face shrugging as he waved his hand, allowing his upper body to collapse against the bed. His silk black sleep shirt only held together by a single button parting to reveal his warm toned skin beneath, “Then leave.” He said it so easily, not even looking as if he truly cared, making you scold further.
Wanting to get a reaction from him, you assumed he’d at least put up a fight or maybe his eyes would go pitch black and his voice would go demonic telling you to never leave the room. Instead the infuriating man looked as if he already won the battle as he dismissively waved a hand to the door.
Stomping your foot once more you huffed before turning around and going for the door, you weren’t going to question his motives and all you needed to figure out was where to find the exit and how to get back home. Maybe the whole village would burn you at the stake for being a witch? Even if you weren’t alive by magic they didn’t know any better and it had been outlawed punishable by death.
But you’d rather take your chances there, then stay here with such an insufferable person.
Opening the door you felt a vague sense of unsurety run through you, the halls were lit in red and darkened by black silhouettes, the large crystal chandelier above head held by black candles that flickered dimly litting the hall as you stepped outside the room hesitantly.
Frowning you gently shut the door as you glanced around, suddenly swallowed by anxiety, you had never seen so much grandiose in your whole life, what was held in these halls? Were there more demons like Jimin.
Surely not all were as nice as him...Groaning you ran a hand through your hair as you tried to muster the courage to just walk down the hall and find the exit. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the door opening not to far down the hall making a gentle whimper escape your lips before fumbling with your own door. Not even realizing what you were doing until you shut it, back into the safety of Jimin’s room.
“That didn’t last long.” He hummed out, eyes still closed with an infuriating smug smile pulling on his lips.
You glared down at his figure with the strong urge to stomp on his pretty throat, you had never met someone so audacious and annoying in your whole life! He sat up finally as he opened his eyes, his smile turning a little more sincere as he raised his brows, “I’ll take you down to the kitchen, I’m sure you’re hungry after everything that’s happened.”
You were demanding to leave and this…! This fiend (literally) was going to act like you hadn't tried to run away and was now going to offer you food!? You were about to snap only to be stopped by the wail of your stomach. You may not have been interested in a late night snack, but your stomach most definitely was.
You could feel the blush began to creep it’s way onto your cheeks as your lips angrily frowned while Jimin laughed, standing up as he walked towards you. Grabbing your hands as he opened the door, “You humans are too cute.”
“I…!” Your nose wrinkled in anger, as you harshly glared at his soft hold on your hand. You would fight this man with your bare fists if he’d only put them up against you, “I don’t want to be here!”
Jimin sighed as he paused, turning to look at you as he raised a brow, “You don’t want to get a snack?” He looked as if he was talking to a toddler making your easily flared temper further as he snickered, always teasing it seemed.
The hallway had only turned into more and Jimin must’ve known his way around here well as he weaved so effortlessly through the...this had to be an estate, or maybe a castle? It was so big, “What is this…? You finally asked, your voice soft and curious as you glanced up towards the ceiling that sat so high up it could surely be mistook for an odd evening sky as the black candles flickered.
Opening the two large doors to the kitchen, Jimin glanced back at you as he encouragingly tugged on your hand, “The palace of course, where else?” His words made you stop in your track as your brows furrowed, parting your lips but now words came out.
This time he tugged you inside before shutting the door and allowing you to sit on the bench at the sturdy wooden table, “You’re in the heart of Hell darling. The Dark Lord resides here in the palace as well as his children. There’s six others but none too pleasant I’m afraid.” He pulled out the roll of leftover bread before cutting into it, “You could try to leave if you’d like but I doubt you’d get anywhere. Except perhaps took by one of my brothers,” Jimin’s shoulders stiffened slightly as he curved a brow, a more annoyed smile twitching on his lips as he finished cutting into the loaf, “Which believe me, for as insufferable as I am, my company is better then there’s.”
You frowned, glancing at the table from his words, still not quite registering the severity of them. Perhaps you assumed hell would be more...hellish. Maybe it was, this was the palace, naturally it took on a regal atmosphere but still, “Can’t you just taking me home…? You didn’t have a problem bringing me here.” You murmured quietly, shoulders sinking slightly as you felt a small quiver in your lips.
Jimin sighed, setting the large chunk of bread in front of you as he pulled out a goblet from the counter, pouring you a cup of water as he replied, “I wish it were that easy darling,” He set it beside the bread before taking a seat across from you, “You’re the yearly sacrifice from Incúrsio. Your kin,” He paused, his brows furrowed and a small odd smile pulled on his lips, “Have an odd perception about us cursing your village. That is not the case. Incúrsio, just so happens to be one of Hell’s transversing portals causing demonic energy to run strong. Virgin sacrifices are, vitally useless given there is no demon interest in destroying your village if they don’t ‘repay’ us once a year.”
Your frown furthered as you tilted your head, now curious more then anything at his words, finally you pulled a piece of bread off as you bit into the soft substance, “But the girls...they never returned afterwards. If a sacrifice isn’t needed, then where do they go?”
Jimin sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, face twisting into mild irritation that wasn’t aimed at you, but more his words, “Well it isn’t needed but it’s still gladly took by one of my brothers. Greed is always looking for another girl to add to his collection, his cardinal nature often gets the better of him. He looks at the yearly sacrifices as his. If I were to take you back, Greed would hunt you down without hesitation given you’ve become- in his mind apart of his harem per say.” He finally concluded as he glanced towards you.
You had parted your lips several times and yet you remained speechless, before ultimately deciding to nibble along the edge of the thick crust of the bread you held. So even if Jimin did take you home, you still wouldn’t be free? Dejection casted over your eyes as your shoulders sank slightly. At least you had a stroke of luck to have Jimin intervene with the Offering when he had then. His brother, Greed, didn’t sound the kindest and while Jimin did annoy you it was nothing more than your childishness coming out. He genuinely wasn’t all that bad of a company.
“So this is it then…” You sighed, finally speaking as you met his gaze, “I’m stuck with you?”
Jimin finally gave you a cheeky smile, tossing a wink your way that forced your lips into an unimpressed quirk, “I make great company after so long I can assure you.”
You clacked your tongue as you curved your brow, “Somehow, I doubt that.” And just as before, he only laughed, never seeming to take your sour words serious.
Jimin’s company, really wasn’t terrible. He teased you constantly and you’d sourly stomp your feet at him while complaining. You had spent most of the day in his bedroom though you’d be lying to say you weren’t curious to go out and explore, Jimin had duties to attend to- as apparently being a Prince of Hell held just as many duties as a regular Prince.
You couldn’t imagine how but you often decided to just not think about it. He promised to take you out and let you explore a little bit of the castle once he returned.
And so you waited, fiddling with the white dress you wore as you’d occasionally pace around the room. You’d poke around his bookshelf and attempted to read- except you never learned how. Furthermore the book must’ve been in latin as none of the wording seemed even familiar.
Eventually you had laid back down on the plush, soft bed of black satin and silks combined, you wrapped your arms around the fairly firm pillow as you sighed.
The smell of cedar and a distinct hint of ash mixed together, but often times this had began to bring you a sense of comfort. You almost jumped out of bed at the door to the room being opened Jimin appearing in the entry as he raised his brows, “You haven’t gotten cabin fever already, have you?”
“A little,” You admitted, feeling a bit sheepish at your words as you glanced away from him. Avoiding his cheeky smile as he gestured you over, laughing at your quick steps as you almost pounced over, excited to finally get out of this stuffy room. You had been a fair bit nervous of a tour. It wasn’t every day you were in the palace of Hell after all.
Jimin offered his arm out to you causing you to pause, glancing at it with a little suspicion as he chuckled, watching your childish weary expression before reluctantly hooking your own arm around him. Jimin instantly tugged you outside the door as he gave you a small smile, “It’s really not as intimidating as it sounds. The palace is beautiful and as long as you stay around it’s realms you’ll be fine. Any further and you’ll start stumbling on the souls here.”
He cringed a little at his words as he guided you through the long hall way that had you sheepish the first time you stepped outside of his room.
It still made you a little fidgety, something about it’s low lit red lights and black candles had your stomach churning, perhaps you’d get used to it eventually.
But this was going to take time, you were already beginning to miss the sun and the smell of the grass after it had just rained. What you’d give to see the blue sky above again rather than the black voidless ceiling of the palace. You’d imagine the outside wasn’t much better, you genuinely were in Hell.
It could be worse, you kept repeating those words to yourself. Because it really could be worse, you could be dead for one. Jimin could’ve killed you with the flick of his wrist, or so you imagined. You had never seen a demon obviously, and therefore had no idea what type of power they held. But you still imagined it was a lot, for a Prince of Hell no less.
You had passed by several people, all with disarrayed facial features and gruesome boils and abnormalities, their skin ashen and horns appeared from their head, just the sight of their black soulless eyes had you almost hiding behind Jimin. It only took one look from him for them to sudden scurry back to whatever they were doing. Jimin had referred to them as mere servants, often times taking their true form here when they were not present on the surface of the earth.
Regardless you weren’t sure you’d ever feel comfortable walking without Jimin by your side as he seemed completely stress free, and you supposed it made sense, he was their Prince after all.
All had been fine until you arrived at the throne room. It was vacant but massive and the large fire roared in its place didn’t need tending too as if it was a natural fire spout, or so Jimin had called it. The large chandelier hung over head in all it’s grandiose, the large iron throne standing on it’s own without a chair beside it. Glancing towards Jimin you could only wonder where his mother was, or if he even had a mother. How could a demon be born?
You had parted your lips, intending to ask instantly gaining Jimin’s attention. The large doors of the throne room however, were shoved open and in a fiery blaze all of the low lit candles roared and the fireplace near exploded sending you into a yelp as Jimin’s arms quickly wrapped around you, pulling you closer.
Contrary to Jimin the man that stalked in was tall and his own magenta eyes were bright and glaring down with hells fury and his black hair wild and dusting over his wrathful gaze, forcing a whimper down your throat as Jimin quickly squeezed against you reassuringly, his eyes as cold as ice in contrast as they stared back.
“You disgusting fiend, why don’t you take something that isn’t already claimed.” The man hissed out, the fire all around you burning darkly and the room at been lit up and the temperature had risen.
Jimin’s brows pressed together as he glared back, not phased at the man before as he replied, “I don’t remember your claim on Incúrsio’s sacrifices, Greed you have several mates, your cardinal sin is showing.”
You swallowed thickly, shrinking closer to him as fear overrode your body. So this was Greed? The man who’d hunt you down personally if you were to ever return to a normal life on the surface of earth unmated. You watched his jaw clench and it’s line sharp enough to cut, his eyes burning dark as he sneered, “And this one will become my mate just as the rest, you can’t hide her forever Lust.”
Jimin’s jaw clenched to match his brothers, his grip on you tightening as they stared one another down. The realization on why it was so important for you to stay with Jimin now finally hitting. It didn’t matter where you went, your soul belonged to Greed now and even if you could go back to normal life he’d still bring you back.
His glare harshened and his eyes suddenly glowed in color matching his brothers as he hissed out, “You can’t mate what’s already mine. Now go before you do something you’ll later regret.” Greed only gave a growl but you watched the flames in the room die down a little as he snarled, “Mark my words Lust, you’ll regret this.” He snapped around and walked out the doors leaving the room a few degrees cooler but it wasn’t the air that was making your body shake.
Jimin’s glare didn’t leave the door until Greed was out of sight, finally he seemed to register your shakiness as his grip on you loosened, thumbs soothing rubbing against your skin as he sighed, “Do you understand why it’s important for us to remain together now?” He asked with a hushed murmur, gently pressing a kiss into your hair, “If I could take you back to your old life I would, and I can. But it will only be a matter of time before Greed finds you there.”
It was silent for a minute and you hadn’t even realized how tight you were gripping his black buttoned shirt until you watched the blood drain from your knuckles, “Do...do we have too?” You could barely manage a whisper, your lips quivering at the thought as you tried to unclench your fists.
“As long as you remain unmated even staying in my room is a danger. Being mated to Greed isn’t necessarily bad,” Jimin sighed, as if realizing perhaps you did want to be someone else's, “But there’s a lot of strife between all of his mates and you’re guaranteed to never leave the lodge of his harem.”
His hands sat on your waist before he murmured, “I’d never do that to you, never to my mate. We could roam the earth together and see it’s every corner, you’d be free to go as you wish as long you returned to me. We’ve only just met now, but I need a mate Y/n, and you need one as well if you value your freedom at all.”
Your lips were quivering as you swallowed once more, you weren’t sure what this meant. But in terms of both Vampires and Werewolves a mate, was the equivalent to marriage and it sounded close to the same for a demon as well. The idea had your head spinning but just the memory of Greed’s fury ridden gaze had you quivering in fear, he was right.
If you wanted your freedom, you’d just have to trust Jimin’s words. They were so soft, and he had given a lot of promise in his words. Could he really take you back to earth, would you truly see the sun and the sky once more?
“Then we shouldn’t wait any longer.” You finally murmured, your gaze still downcast and your lips still quivering until you felt his hand cup your cheek, his fingers tracing along your jawline as he murmured soothingly, “Demon mating isn’t the same as other earthly creatures, it’s an intense but doesn’t require sexuality as most do.” He had already started leading you down the hall and by the familiarity of everything you could tell he was taking you back to his room.
You didn’t understand his reason for needing a mate but you wouldn’t deny him when he was your only option. You had just met Greed but you could tell you didn’t want to be his mate, he had several others and you’d be locked away for eternity.
This was your only option now.
Opening the door to the dark room Jimin seemed to lose his imperative rush as he gently closed it, letting you go to walk further into the room. Your body was still stiff and you were nervous, he said sexuality wasn’t required but...just how would this mating be performed?
You paused as you wearily glanced at Jimin, he had brought a black candle out of his dresser before turning to you, “Go ahead and sit down, this won’t take too long,” His voice was soothing as if noticing how quiet you had become, your banter being replaced by stiffness at the serious situation.
You’d be permanently bonded to him after this, you knew you had a choice. But this was clearly the better one, and he wasn’t terrible company...atleast not completely.
Shuffling you sat down on the edge of the bed, your hands folded meekly as you watched him set down black candles on the floor, forming a circle around the bed. Honestly, you felt like you were about to be sacrificed in a cult ritual, maybe this wasn’t far off…
Seeing Jimin pull out the silver plated knife with what appeared to be a latin incantation on it you couldn’t help the anxiety that shot through your whole body. Holy shit, you were definitely about to die. Was he gonna turn you into a demon? You had to swallow your anxiety as you fiddled with your fingers.
Seeing such a curved, wicked knife in his hands had you nervous though he wielded it so delicately, with a snap of his fingers the candles around the bed suddenly flickered with light, the light however matched the candles with a pure black flame that gave the room an odd silvery glow, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” Jimin offered a tiny smile as he kneeled down in front of you, knife still in hand as he continued, “I just need to put a nick in your body so I can place a blood sigal. It’ll just feel like a little pinch.”
“Wh...where are you gonna place it.” You curled slightly in weariness as you kept your gaze steadily on the silver blade that gleamed so beautifully under the lights. You had heard about both vampire and werewolf mating and it all had to do with biting, you supposed it made sense that demon’s would be different but still.
“Anywhere you’d like,” Jimin replied steadily, “Typically most go for the neck as it’s the most common mating mark, but it’s not necessary.” You watched the way his long slim fingers grazed against the edge of the blade, careful to not apply too much pressure or else he’d cut himself.
You swallowed thickly, your fingers unconsciously grazing over your neck before you shook your head. You always had a fear of possibly being drank dry by a vampire, even if you had never knew one well enough before, anything around your neck made you too squeamish.
Hesitantly you held your wrist, feeling a little more comfortable if you’d be able to watch the process take place, “Would my wrist work…?” Your lips quivered slightly and your shoulders sunk as you let your eyes flick away from his gaze.
He took hold of your wrist delicately, stroking over the skin covering your artiary as he nodded, “Perfect,” kneeling down he let the knife graze over your skin, the chill of the metal causing goosebumps to form over your skin as your breath hitched slightly before giving a small whimper at the nick skillfully cut to avoid your artiary. Setting the knife down on the bed Jimin clasped your wrist delicately before glancing up at you, “Just relax, mating is an intense practice but will be easier if you trust me. Okay?” His thumbs gently rubbed against your skin soothingly as you swallowed back another whimper before nodding.
Letting his eyes flutter shut Jimin placed his tongue over the cut, gently lapping up the blood before a bright glow casted over his eyes just as it did earlier when he spoke to his brother, his eyes flicked from you back down at your skin before you yelped, his tongue suddenly burning like fire on your skin as you tried to pull away.
Jimin kept your arm locked in place as he kept his tongue still, tears were beginning to gloss in your eyes and your vision was beginning to spot and darken as your senses became overwhelmed, fire licking at your skin as it felt like it was being melted, “Ow! It-It hurts!” You cried out weakly, the faint smell of ash and cedar filling your scent until you could smell nothing but those two notes.
Jimin said nothing, letting his tongue move gently over the mark, this thumbs rubbing against your skin soothingly as your breathing had become shallow, your vision of the room nearly dark and you couldn’t tell if you were crying anymore, every breath you took was the woody and light, yet smoky smell of cedar and your lungs choked with the burnt smell of ash.
Your senses were beginning to numb and the burn of his tongue was beginning to subside as your body weakly collapsed onto its side as Jimin closed his eyes. Your vision was beginning to go in phases and faintly the glow of his eyes had become red balls of light and you could feel your body beginning to overheat.
An odd wet pool beginning to set between your legs and your hair was beginning to stick to your neck as you let out a soft whine, your body becoming hypersensitive to every lick of his tongue against the soft skin of your wrist.
Opening his eyes he pulled away from your wrist, only letting go of you for a second before a loud whine suddenly escaped your lips, the sudden need for him to be close to taking over your body as you choked out a whimper, “Shhh,” Jimin murmured, gently sitting up on the bed as he pulled you into his chest, “The after effects are what make the process so intense, you take on the demons cardinal sin so it’s going to be a long few hours.”
Your body was burning up and you were rubbing your thighs together, uncomfortable at the stickiness between your legs as he soothingly stroked through your hair.
You couldn’t focus on the soothing gesture though when you sat in his lap, his thick muscular thighs bulging against his thin pants that had arousal soaking through your panties as you let out a breathy whine, “J..Jimin…” You could hardly stay still and your mind was groggy, then encased in his smell and focus was hazy with only one line thought in mind, “Pl-Please…”
“Shhh, that’s just the lust talking. I’m not going to do anything you’ll later regret,” You nearly cried at his gentle words, your body’s need becoming near unbearable, “We’ve become mated without becoming properly acquainted with one another, we have the rest of eternity Y/n.” Those were the words that made soft tears stream down your face as you shifted in his lap to straddle him.
Just the slightest graze of his pants making you jump with a breathy moan, “Please, you- you can’t just do this to me and then make me suffer.” Your hips instantly grinded down over his thigh, your gorged, hypersensitive clit dragging against the material as you moaned once more, pressing your face into his neck almost too overwhelmed by the sensation.
Jimin sighed, his grip on your tightening as if restraining himself before he replied, “You’re so stubborn.” His hands sat on your waist making you jump as you whined, grinding your hips harder on his thigh, a big wet mark forming over his pants as your slick arousal slipped off your folds, an insatiable desire forming in your body.
Noticing he hadn’t stop you your hips quickly beginning ride against his pants with little stifled whines and moans, your fingers tangling in his hair as your clit pressed down, rubbing into the soft fabric as your breath hitched, your body building it’s release at a fast pace that made your head dizzy and vision begin spotting again.
“Are you going to cum so soon?” Jimin murmured against your ear, his voice like honey but darkened a tone making you whine with a nod, his thigh suddenly bouncing against your soaked folds, rubbing into your little nub as you cried out, your release suddenly washing over your body as you cried softly, the wetness of your tears dripping into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubbed your back, “Is it not enough darling?”
You rapidly shook your head, your hips already wanting to ride against his thigh once more as your hormones spiked once more your body nearly burning in pain at the need for your next release. Jimin suddenly picked you up making you cry out as you struggled to get out of his grip and back on his body as he gave a soft laugh, “Shhh don’t worry darling, I’ll help you just be patient.”
Your mind was hazy at the idea and you were still kicking about as you whined, “You! You made me like this- please!” Your impatience getting the better of you as Jimin sat you down on the bed unbuttoning his shirt, “Undress.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you fumbled with your dress, pulling it over your head and pushing down your panties.
Jimin had let his shirt fall from his shoulders as he rounded the bed, pulling his pants off nearly made your mouth water at the sight of his girthy length.
You had never seen anything so big, his bulbous head was a pretty pink and precum was beading from it’s slit, the slight curve of his cock had your body clenching around nothing as he sat against the headboard, ignoring his massive swollen cock that rested against his chiseled abdomen, hair messy and looking like pure sin, finally with a smirk and glowing eyes he commanded, “Come on little girl, you asked for this.”
Arousal was sliding down your thighs and your body was burning with need as you quickly crawled over, straddling him once more as he caught your hips, “You wanted my thigh that’s what you’ll get.” His eyes were dark and left no room for debate as you whined, settling against the warm skin of his thigh, your wetness dripping down against him as he let a crooked smirk pull on his lips, “You’re making such a big mess on my thigh doesn’t that little clit need relief?” He cooed out making your hips instantly buck against is thigh, your sticky wet pussy parting against his skin as your nub rubbed down making you moan.
Your body already hypersensitive but your mind was clouded by insatiable pleasure as you continued rocking your hips into his thigh. Jimin’s eyes stayed on your body as he licked his plump lips, finally he grabbed his fat cock as he began to stroke it making you whine, “Mmh! Please! Let me ride it! Please- please Jimin- please!” He said nothing in return but the sadistic smirk twisted on his lips, enjoying you suffer as you continued riding his thigh.
Your gorged, sensitive clit continuously rubbing in just the right spot that had your body stiffening and your words babbled and moaned as your next orgasm quickly spiked through your whole body, your hips tremored and a whine escaped your lips as Jimin kept a steady pace on his cock.
As soon as the euphoric feeling passed your body you were already wanting another, your body burning harshly and fresh arousal dripping from your folds and your inner thighs nearly coated, your cheeks were red in embarrassment as Jimin laughed at the sight, letting go of his members before grabbing your thighs. Forcing your back to hit the bed as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders, “So needy, you really are the mate of Lust huh.” His eyes were so pretty, glowing in the dark of the room in that intense color of magenta, his tongue dragged against your thigh, licking up your arousal as you whined, hips quickly lifting towards him as he forced them in place.
His tongue was hot and his own wetness mixed with yours as he sucked up all of the stray arousal on your thighs, licking his lips as he glanced down at you, his face truly that of angel with such a wicked smirk on his lips, you felt like nothing but prey under his gaze, your eyes lidded and timid as you shifted against his shoulders, “Watch.” Jimin commanded as he let his tongue place at the entrance between your slit making you cry out at the odd sensation, his tongue swirling and delicately pressing against your little hole teasing it as you obediently watched.
Your face burning brighter with each moment as he held your gaze so confidently, his tongue dragging up your wet folds before swiping across your sensitive clit making you throw your head back with another small whine. His hands suddenly gripped your ass tightly as he growled, “I said watch, don’t disobey me.” Whimpering you glanced back up, your cheeks on fire as he ate you alive, tongue lapping up your clit as you left out a breathy moan, trying to keep yourself from collapsing your head back against the bed, “Mmm! Feels so good- please! Please Jimin-”
Your hips rocked against his tongue that he stretched past his lips, letting your hips take over as his tongue flattened over your hypersensitive nub, crying out at the pain of your sensitivity, pleasure continued to wave through your body as you let out another moan.
With one more flick against your sweet spot your toes curled at the orgasm washing through your body, letting out a sob at the pain that washed with it, your head becoming dizzy from the pleasure but Jimin ignored your whimper as he coated his fingers along your folds, “Such a pretty girl,” You whined, squeezing your thighs as you watched his middle finger push inside you.
You had been told a first time was painful and yet you could hardly even feel his finger slide inside as he pushed another snug in your walls, “So wet for me, I could just fit my whole cock in this little hole without any preparation couldn’t I?” The effects of his cardinal sin over your body could probably let him do it with zero trouble, your walls clenched immediately at the thought, squeezing around his fingers making him chuckle, “Lust looks so good on you darling.”
Jimin pushed a third finger inside you before he began to drag them into the spongy little spot that had you crying out, head finally dropping against the bed and your back arching as your body rapidly clenched around him, “F-fuck please! Please!” Your legs were shaking and you weren’t sure if your pleas were for him to stop or to keep going, your body was demanding another fill of pleasure though as your hips obediently rocked in sync with the fingers he pumped into you with such ease.
“My little mate, so needy.” Jimin let his tongue flatten back over your clit making you let out a near scream at the electric shock of pleasure he provided, fingers nearly digging into your g-spot as your little walls rapidly clenched and relaxed around him, his tongue dripping spit mixing with your wetness as he lapped over your abused clit.
The lewd sounds spilled throughout the whole room, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as the loud relieved moan escaped your lips, a loud squelch of your body clenching roughly around him fingers as the next orgasm washed over your body.
Your hips nearly spazzed as he kept going, your thighs shaking like leaves as he ruthlessly glanced down at you, tongue still rubbing over your clit making tears fall down your face as you cried, the pleasure your body craved so intensely nearly overwhelming you. You were unable to do anything but take what was being given to you as he took your little clit into his mouth, his fingers slowing down as they pumped inside of you, lewd squelching sounding through the room with every thrust of his fingers inside you.
Your voice was rasped but moans wouldn’t stop flooding your lips as the raw feeling of your gorged nub being ate alive and Jimin continuously prodded his fingers against the soft spongy spot against your walls enough to bring fresh tears to your eyes, “Go on, cum again I know you want too.” Jimin instantly attached his lips back to your clit as you cried out the orgasm that had quickly built up obediently released on his command as you sobbed gently your body still hot and aroused as he pulled his fingers out of you, delicately setting your thighs back down.
Your lower body was completely shaking and yet fresh arousal was already beginning to slide down your legs against the bed making you choke out a quiet sob, you were so aroused and yet unsure if your body could even handle anymore. Jimin gently shushed you as he wiped your tears away, “It’ll be over soon darling, do you need my cock?” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence as you nodded, he cooed once more wiping your tears before pressing a kiss against your forehead, “It’s okay my love, I’ll take good care of you.”
Your hips ached dully as he spread your thighs, the cool air of the room hitting your wet slick folds once more as you let out a breathy whimper, the intense hormones washing over you again as Jimin grabbed ahold of his cock pumping it slowly before letting it’s curve fit against your folds, dragging over your clit as he coated himself in your wetness.
Bucking your hips you let out a raspy moan as repeated the motion again, letting his fat girth drag over your gorged bud once more, “You like that sweetheart?” Jimin purred out, his own eyes lidded with pleasure as he dragged his length back down your folds, grabbing ahold of his bulbous head as he circled it over your clit making you mew out as your back arched, “Please! Please Jimin!” You whined making him lick his lips as he guided his head to your entrance.
Carefully he pushed his head in making you tense up for a moment, the horrid first time you had always heard about wasn’t anything you had anticipated. Your cunt was practically split open by his large head and yet all you felt was a mild discomfort, wetness dripping from your stretched hole as he stroked your hips, “Does it hurt?”
“N-no,” You shook your head with a rasp, needily bucking your hips to get him to push further in, “Just- uncomfortable, a little weird?” You fumbled with your words, your cheeks bright red but he only laughed, for a breath moment he looked endeared at his new mates innocence.
Slowly he eased his cock inside you making you both string out moans, pausing as he let his whole cock sit and stretch inside you, your warm velvety walls tight around him as he purred, lips pressing into your neck, “You feel so good sweetheart, so tight and pure just for me to taint.”
Letting out a small whimper your walls clenched around him, legs quickly wrapping around his waist and his words ignited your horniness once more as you tried to bounce your hips against his, “Don’t tease me! Jimin please start moving…!” You whimpered, cheeks becoming hot again and your body craving another release despite it’s hypersensitivity.
On command Jimin quickly began thrusting, his cock stretching your small walls perfectly, shaft rubbing into that soft spot that had you moaning, back arching and eyes fluttering shut, “You’re just too easy to tease though darling,” He leaned down, hips rolling fluidly and the wet sounds your body made filled the room as he dragged his tongue over your neck, “God you feel so good around my cock.”
Feeling his fingers drag down your body back to your clit forced a cry from your lips, walls clenching around him causing a loud embarrassing wet squelch that had him moaning.
Pleasure was thrumming through your body once more as you breathed out cracked moans, his cock throbbing inside you, hitting into your g-spot with every stroke, fingers deftly rubbing over your swollen abused bud as your body twisted and withered, moaning with a cry as you felt your eyes water up, “One more time kitten,” Jimin nipped at your neck encouragingly, “I know you can do it.”
It was all you needed before you let out a loud cry, moaning with it as your body became wrecked with pleasure, you could barely even notice Jimin throwing his head back with a moan at the way your walls tightened around him, eyes burning magenta as he let his cock cream deep inside you, his release nestling inside you and with it the burning of your body began to cool down, suddenly whimpering at the slightest of touch against your skin.
Jimin pulled him softening members from you as he peppered your neck in kisses, “You did so well darling.”
With each little kiss came a stifled whine from you, the full effect of how sensitive your body was beginning to wash over you, Jimin had fully drained the life force from your body and you hadn’t realized how tired you had become until your eyes closed, letting your consciousness take you at the sound of the praise Jimin gave.
Your body was in pain, your hips were stiff even just laying down and the ache between your legs had you wincing as soon as you opened your eyes, you were without a doubt sore from what had taken place. Your face felt hot at the memory and your mind was throbbing in a dull headache as you groaned, shifting a little at the feeling of the warm body tucked against you.
It was then that you noticed the hand that was stroking your hair with a delicate hum, shifting slightly you winced once more before glancing up at Jimin’s wrecked appearance, his neatly styled hair had been wild and ridden with oil, still just as naked as you were though he didn’t appear to care, “Are you okay?” He gave a small smile, tenderly let his hand run down your back as rested your head back against his chest, listening to quiet beat of his heart, “A demons mating ritual can be very taxing for humans.”
“Everything hurts,” You answered dully, making him give a small laugh, hand still comfortingly running down your body. You couldn’t help but wonder as silence took over the room, why did he need a mate? Remembering his words when you first woke up in this bed made you shifted a little before softly speaking up, “Jimin.”
“Hm?” He hummed out, releasing you from his hold as you struggled to sit up, glancing down at his laid out figure as he raised his brows.
You fidgetted a little, feeling an air of self consciousness you didn’t have before under his cardinal sin at the feeling of your nipples perked, crossing your arms shyly to hide yourself you looked away, “Why did you need a mate?”
It was a valid question you had never thought of until this moment, but since you had met, Jimin made it clear this wasn’t out of pity for you or for some sort of twisted goal, he simply needed a mate though you had never asked and he never offered.
Jimin shifted slightly before sitting up as well, letting his back rest against the headboard as he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he answered, “If a demon isn’t mated before their thousand year mark their cardinal sin becomes amplified to the point of no return. I’d be like a starved incubai for the rest of my life, never sated and constantly rutting into someone or something. It could be worse but my time was running out, I have too many important responsibilities both in Hell and on the surface to let my cardinal sin run me. It just worked out that you were in need of a mate as well.”
It became quiet once more as you shifted against the soft mattress, you supposed it made sense, becoming unsated for the rest of your life did sound miserable and with the way he put it, it sounded as if he’d constantly be in a rut, even if this was an unlikely duo.
You’d make it work, Jimin wasn’t bad company and at the very least you could’ve ended up locked away in Hell for eternity mated to Greed or worse, you could be dead.
Jimin reached out, letting his hand brushed the hair over your shoulder, his touch warm and soft making you shudder slightly at the cold nip of the room, unable to resist you could feel a warm bond in your chest tightening as you felt the urge to coil in closer, “For what it’s worth, I think you’re a lovely mate.” Jimin teases lightly, making your cheeks dust pink as he tugged against your arm.
Without any protest you scooted closer to him, allowing his arms to wrap around you as he set his chin again your shoulder.
You felt weird at this new sensation, aware that it was your mating bond but still odd nonetheless on how innate being close to him at suddenly became, “I don’t have a problem with your reasoning, mine wasn’t any better,” You replied dryly before shrugging a little, ignoring the ache that continued to remind you of the event that had taken place earlier, “I was just curious why it was necessary for you.”
Jimin pressed a kiss into your hair, the odd light bond in your chest thrumming happily as you curled into him closer, “Well you have an answer, I just wish we could’ve had more time to properly form a bond before hand and I could explain what would take place. I’m sure taking on my cardinal sin wasn’t pleasant.”
He soothingly let his hand run down to your thigh, the pads of his fingers brushing over the skin delicately, “But at least down we can properly become acquainted without any looming threats, we can even visit your family on the surface as soon as you can properly walk.”
You slapped his arm making him chuckle as you glared down at the mattress, your gaze however softened after a moment and your chest stirred as you sighed, “That would be nice…I’m sure my guardian would love to host for a demon.”
Jimin seemed to notice the way you attempted to keep your voice level and upbeat as he let his hand run back up to your hair, petting against your hair before murmuring the question you had been expecting, “Guardian? Has your family passed on?”
“I don’t know.” You murmured with a sigh, the room had become quiet once more and Jimin was patiently waiting for you to continue, it wasn’t a pleasant memory by any means but your bond was almost making you feel obligated to go ahead and share it.
“I was young when it happened,” You explained while leaning against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head down before you felt a soft peck against your hair once more, “I don’t even remember much of any of it anymore. But…” You paused for a moment, pressing your brows together, “We were in a carriage and it had come to an abrupt stop, I don’t remember what my father had said but the next thing I knew the door had opened and I was the first to be pulled out.”
The memory was vague and brought you nothing but grief your whole life ripped away from you in just mere seconds, Jimin soothingly curled his arms around you listening patiently, “They were like a cult, black robes and faces hidden behind hoods, one had some sort of dagger in his hands, I thought he was gonna kill me but they ended up throwing me off to the side. I had to have bruised or broken something because it hurt to breathe and I could hardly stand.”
Sighing you let your fingers trace a pattern against his warm skin before you gave a small shrug, “And then they took them, my parents, kicking and screaming trying to fight. My sister was left in the carriage, she was just a newborn at the time and I tried going back to her, but…” you could feel guilt fester in your stomach as you sighed, “I ended up passing out and next thing I knew I woke up at my guardians house, she had been out along the rode searching for what herbs hadn’t withered from the cold when she found me. We went back just along the road outside of Incúrsio where our carriage was to find her but we were too late,”
You sighed, guilt would be useless now but still even as a small child you couldn’t help but take on that burden, she was your younger sister and you couldn’t even remember her name anymore, “She was gone, I don’t know if they came back for her, or if something…” You shuddered at the thought making Jimin give you a little squeeze.
“Perhaps she’s still out there, your parents could be alive as well.” Jimin offered softly, his thumbs rubbing into your skin soothingly, a mates touch relaxing you unlike you had ever known despite not even truly knowing the man that held you, “In fact, Incúrsio is right along one of the largest trading routes, I’m sure someone found her.”
You heart felt a little more at ease at the idea of your sister out there somewhere, perhaps living a more normal life then you, maybe she was living in the luxury she deserved, you could only pray she was, “I just hope she’s happy, wherever she is.”
Laughing softly Jimin pressed a kiss against your neck, “Well I’m sure she is, and the same could be said for you as well. Maybe we can find her in the future, we only have the rest of eternity together.”
You couldn’t help the smile that curled on your lips as your nose wrinkled at his words, pulling away as you raised your brows, “I can’t believe I really agreed to something so...indefinite.”
Snorting his own laugh Jimin let the smile quirk on his lips as he replied, “But you’ll come to love me anyways, I’m absolutely confident.” He sent you a wink making you roll your eyes, the bond between you both once more thrumming happily.
Perhaps he was right, maybe, just maybe, you would come to love him, regardless of what may come you doubt you’d ever admit it to him, even for the rest of eternity you refused to give him the satisfaction.
“We’ll see Lust, we’ll see.” You clacked your tongue, both smiling at each other and though mating was always done out of love but he sure did make one hell of a great friend too.
You’re supposed to be a good girl. You’re supposed to be kind and patient and virtuous. To do as you’re told and make your parents happy... but that wasn’t you. Not the real you, at least. You might have been an angel, but fuck, all you wanted to do was sin. — incubus!akaashi x fallen-angel!f.reader
Summary | Jimin comes to your rescue after getting kidnapped by the hunters, but not in the way you want him to.
Warnings | Mentions of addiction and alcohol abuse. Language. Violence.
A/N | After a little break from this series, here’s an update! I forgot how fun it is to write demon!jimin. Pls don’t hate me for making Jungkook a sweetheart. I have such a soft spot for him, okay? Enjoy! <3
Crossroads | Hunted | Captured [Part One]
“We need you for what we have in mind for the demon.”
“What do you mean?” you counter irritably. “I won’t help you hurt him.”
Yoongi gives a scoff from the driver’s seat, his voice laced with disgust. “Listen at her, protecting her special friend,” he says. “It’s sad, really.”
“Oh, go to hell,” you grumble. “Special friend? What am I, five?”
You shift in your seat, looking at the familiar scenes of the downtown city area fade to rolling landscapes, green hills, and dry, tawny field plots. You turn back to Jungkook, who touches a fresh scratch on his cheek tenderly.
The line is puckered from an accidental meeting with your flailing hands, the skin pink and irritated around it. When he catches you looking, he drops his hand, giving you a reassuring tilt of his lips.
“Sorry,” you say, shrugging. “You asked for it.”
“How old are you, really?” Jungkook blurts.
When you give him an annoyed look, a full smile blossoms across his boyish face.
“Shouldn’t you know? How long have you two been following me around?”
“Enough to know that the demon has made you his little pet,” Yoongi says. “What did he promise you? You know it only ends badly, right? He tricked you.”
“We don’t have a deal!” You exclaim. “So you can let me out of here, because this is ridiculous. If you two want Jimin, this is the worst way to do it.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook asks, and you think you see a flash of worry cross his face as he turns towards the front. “Yoongi, you said this would work.”
“It will,” Yoongi says. “She’s bluffing.”
“I’m really not,” you say, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. “I’m not Jimin’s pet, he doesn’t even care about me. He thinks I’m annoying.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi says with a laugh. “That’s why he picks you up from school, right? Stop lying.”
“Is he using you?” Jungkook asks.
You almost let out a chuckle at the way his voice drops on the word using, full of embarrassment—which is rich coming from the same guy who just yanked you off a public sidewalk and threw you in the back of a dirty utility van. He’d almost be cute if he wasn’t trying to hurt Jimin.
“Using me how?” You question. “For like sex, or—?“
“No, no, no,” Jungkook says, shaking his head furiously. “That’s not—no. God. I meant is he using your body?”
You give him a look as Yoongi chuckles from the front seat.
“Fuck!” He says again, blushing furiously. “As a vessel! Damn it.”
“No, Jimin is not using me,” you sneer. “I come and go as a please and so does he. Why are you guys after him anyways?” You glance around. “What did he do to you, steal your car and make you drive this shitty van?”
Yoongi makes a sharp left turn and you lose your balance momentarily, shoulder slamming into the metal siding of the interior. “Jesus!” You mumble, rubbing the spot tenderly. “Someone’s sensitive, yeah?”
Jungkook shoots an annoyed glance at his partner as he straightens back up in his seat. “It’s not about what he did to us, it’s about what he does to other people,” he says. “Demons take souls—even if Jimin makes a deal and reaps it ten years from now, it’s still wrong. He’s taking lives.”
“Jimin hasn’t made any deals lately,” you argue, brow furrowing. “He told me himself he’s taking a break.”
“Gee, I wonder why?” Yoongi grumbles from the front seat. “You’re making him go rogue.”
“What?” You ask. “What does that mean?”
“If what you’re saying is true, Jimin isn’t just in trouble with us,” Yoongi says. “If he isn’t consistently bringing in souls, he’s probably in deep shit with his overhead, too.”
Overhead, you think. “Like JB,” You murmur quietly to yourself.
Was JB there to make sure Jimin was doing his job? Is that what they were doing together now—collecting deals to make up for the time that you were taking away from him? Was Jimin in trouble with JB?
“JB?” Jungkook repeats, leaning toward you. “Who is JB?”
“No one,” you respond, shaking your head. “What are you going to do if using me as bait doesn’t work?”
“Oh it will,” Yoongi says. “You’re his mortal tether.”
You blink a few times. “I’m sorry—his mortal what?”
“Tether,” Jungkook repeats, running a hand through his dark hair. “We didn’t want to believe it, but sometimes demons don’t let go of everything from their past life, especially if they’ve only been immortal for a short time.”
“But Jimin is like two hundred years old,” you deadpan.
“In demon years, that’s pretty short,” Jungkook says with a shrug. “But obviously he remembers, and there's something about you that fascinates him.”
“Maybe you remind him of someone from when he was human,” Yoongi pipes up from the front. “Maybe an old girlfriend, or a close family member—it could even be a cousin.”
You frown. Was it true? Was Jimin keeping you around because you reminded him of when he was human? JB had said something along those lines at the diner about your ages—was that it?
You shake your head, squaring your jaw. “So what?” You say. “How do you plan on using that?”
“Exactly as you said,” Yoongi states, turning the van onto a long dirt road. Trees close in over top, creating a canopy of shade that shrouds the inside of the van in darkness. “You’re going to bring him to us, we just need to wait until he realizes you’ve gone missing.”
You sigh. How long was that going to take? It wasn’t like Jimin and you talked every day—although he was coming around more often lately, it still wasn’t enough to make you feel any more confident that he would be to your rescue soon.
“We’re pulling up,” Yoongi says, looking over his shoulder. He nods with his chin in your direction before returning his gaze back to the front.
You look from him to Jungkook, who is pulling out a long strap of black cloth and a pair of DJ-booth quality headphones from a duffel bag at his feet.
“Sorry princess,” Jungkook says, and you hate the way it actually sounds sincere as he reaches for you. “I need you to put these on.”
“No,” you say, jerking out of his reach. “Why does it matter? You have my phone. I can’t call anyone to tell them where I am.”
“Please,” Jungkook says. “Just do it.”
“I won’t,” you say, gritting your teeth. “Fuck off.”
Jungkook gives an exasperated look toward Yoongi, who keeps his eyes on the road. “Told you it wasn’t going to work,” he calls. “Now do it my way.”
Jungkook sighs, reaching back in the bag for Plan B.
“You can never make it easy, can you?” He says to you, pressing his lips together in a thin line. Your heart beats fast as he pulls out a rag, dousing it in some thin liquid before reaching for you again—much, much quicker this time.
He holds a hand to the back of your head, using the other to press the rag to your face with such force that you hear some of the cartilage in your nose crunch as it moves to the side. You get ready to let out of scream but you can’t do that without opening your mouth, which lets more of the liquid’s stench travel into your senses.
Trying to yank out of his grasp is no use, and you see that the way he treated you earlier may have just been him going easy on you—his iron-clad grip rivals that of nothing you’ve ever experienced before, and no amount of thrashing around removes the cloth from in front of your nose.
The world dims a little on the edges as you slouch against Jungkook’s chest, and you swear you hear him mutter a small, repetitive apology in your ear just before you slowly close your eyes and drift off.
///
Jimin stands in the middle two intersecting dirt roads, kicking rocks out of his path with the shiny, black dress shoes adorning his feet. A strong breeze blows past, whipping silver strands of hair off his forehead, and his eyes flash a dangerous shade of red before he realizes who his incoming visitor is.
JB appears before him, and attached to his elbow is a middle-aged woman, eyes wide as she takes in her surroundings.
“JB,” Jimin says in a cautious tone, “what have you done?”
“I got you a deal.” JB shrugs, taking a gentle hand and prying the woman’s grip off his forearm.
She’s still looking around, almost as if to not make eye contact with the demon standing right in front of her. Suddenly she giggles a little, hiccuping softly to herself as she sways from side to side—an unheard tune playing in her mind that she shuffles to.
Jimin watches her curiously, his crimson irises flickering towards JB’s. “She’s drunk,” he says.
“And very willing,” JB adds. “Do you want it or not?”
Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair in distress. After a few moments of contemplation he seems to lose a battle of morals with himself and he steps closer to the woman, bending his knees a little so that he is eye-level with her.
“Ma’am, do you know where you are?” he asks.
She looks at him dreamily, finally making eye contact with bloodshot eyes. “He said you would help me.”
Jimin nods once. “Help you with what, exactly?”
“He said—“ she looks away nervously towards JB, who gives her an encouraging tilt of his chin, “He said you could heal me.”
Jimin’s lips tighten at the statement, but he otherwise stays silent, letting the woman continue.
“My kidneys are failing,” she explains, blurring some of her words together in a rush. “Got a drinking problem and I-I just want to make it a little longer—for my kids. Rehab doesn’t work for me, just leads to another relapse.”
“JB,” Jimin says, annoyance coating his tone as he repeats his earlier statement: “What have you done?”
“Saved your ass, that’s what,” JB says, crossing his arms. “Do it, and stop whining.”
“I don’t—” Jimin pauses, his eyes drifting to the woman before landing back on JB. “Not like this,” he says, a little softer. A little pleading.
“Jimin this is how it has to be,” JB says, shrugging. “You won’t do it on your own, and your job is to collect souls. Or did you forget that part?”
Jimin growls low in the back of his throat, but sticks a hand out to the woman. “Ten years. An alcohol-free liver and impeccable, moral-led decision making,” he says. “And then I come for you.”
The woman doesn’t blink once at the implication before she’s nodding eagerly. “Do it,” she says, and Jimin scowls at the delight skirting around the edges of her expression.
When he presses his lips to hers, he tries not to frown in disgust at the strong taste of gin on her breath. JB is satisfied though, and takes the woman by her arm as soon as the deal is sealed, disappearing into thin air with a small pop.
Jimin drops down to his knees as soon as the two are gone, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He stares for a long time up at the starless sky above him, seemingly looking at nothing and everything all at once. A breeze travels through the crossroads, ruffling the edges of his jacket and pushing dirt across the space where the street lamp illuminates—it’s unsettlingly quiet, but anyone looking in on the scene could imagine the loudness between the demon’s ears as he processes the predicament he’s in.
Jimin runs a hand through his grey tresses, lets out a strangled growl and stands to his full height before disappearing suddenly, leaving behind his frustrations in seek of something that he knows will take his mind off his problems.
///
Jimin arrives in a suburban neighborhood in front of a quaint, two-story home. Another breeze blows through, rustling leaves in the front yard and across the empty street. In the distance, a dog barks and sounds of the city can be heard, but otherwise it’s quiet. Peaceful. An atmosphere that Jimin enjoys all too much to be the embodiment of chaos and sin.
He rounds the back of the house where an abandoned child’s playground set sits, and he takes a seat on one of the less-rickety swings before he fine-tunes his ears to what’s happening inside the house.
Your mother is in the laundry room, humming softly while the washing machine rotates in the background. Jimin can hear her hands passing over clothes, folding them into neat little piles that she drops into a basket at her feet with an almost inaudible thump.
Your father is in the living room, his hands flipping the pages of a novel while the TV plays the six o’clock news. A local has miraculously won the lottery after losing their house earlier this year—Jimin scoffs a little at the story. The man practically kissed Jimin’s feet after he agreed to make him rich in exchange for a quicker sentence on his soul: eight years instead of ten. Jimin wasn’t normally so much of a dickhead demon, but if he told you the arrogant way the man was acting before, Jimin knows you would agree with his decision to do so.
His thoughts drift to you, suddenly, and he does a once-over the house, listening for any of your usual sounds—scribbles of pen from your studies, laughter from talking to Krystal on the phone, the soft sounds of your breathing that let him know when you’re napping or deep in slumber.
Jimin hears none, though, and so he really concentrates this time, retracing his path room from room in your house—still nothing. He gets up from the swing and rounds the left side of the house where your bedroom is, pulling himself up onto a sturdy branch of the oak tree beside it before he peers into your window. The light is on, but Jimin can’t hear any movement or telling noises at all.
You never texted him when you got home, either. He tries not to let the worry building in his stomach bleed into his tone as he pulls out his phone, dialing Krystal’s number.
“Hello?” she says on the third ring.
“Krystal, this is Jimin,” he responds. “I was just wondering if Y/N was with you?”
“Jimin?” Krystal repeats. “How did you get this number?”
He pauses. “The party, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” Krystal agrees easily to his white lie.
Jimin had actually gotten it out of your phone after the party for this very reason—in case he couldn’t find you—but the details didn’t matter that much, did they?
“So is she?” Jimin prompts, starting to get a little annoyed.
“Nope,” Krystal responds. “Haven’t heard from her since school, actually.”
Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose in anxiety. “Thanks, Krystal. Sorry to bother you, have a good night.”
He hangs up, going straight to Plan B. He taps on the Find My iPhone app, putting in your information and tapping his foot impatiently while it loads. When the screen changes, his face lights up in recognition and he cusses lightly under his breath.
“Those dumb fucks didn’t turn her cellphone off. Amateurs,” Jimin tuts, shaking his head. He dials one more number, all the worry drained out of his voice and replaced by anger as he barks, “JB. I think something’s happened to Y/N.”
///
You crack open your eyes at the sound of a door opening nearby, blinking the bleariness away until the swimming figure in front of you clears up, revealing dark, parted hair, wide eyes, and thin lips pulled back over a set of incredibly white teeth into a boyish smile.
“Jungkook,” you say with a tight throat. “What did you do to me?”
You sit up as he walks into the room with a sandwich on a plate and a bag of chips in his hand, shutting the door behind him as he does. You glance around, wincing a little at the way the light seems so bright to your tired eyes, the remnants of a headache skirting around your temples.
You’re in a bedroom of some kind—there’s the bed you’re currently sitting on, plus a dresser and end tables, a desk and a rug, but no windows. Your eyes graze the desk, which looks like it’s been recently cleaned off because there’s no traces of dusk or streaks.
“What I had to do,” he states, sitting the food down in front of you. “Do you like soda?”
You nod solemnly. A sandwich has never looked so good to you before, and you snatch it up with quick hands.
Jungkook reaches under the bed—which you suddenly realize is a couple inches higher off the ground than normal, and pulls open the door to a mini fridge. He hands you a cola and gets himself one, plopping back into the desk chair and cracking it open.
“Is this your bedroom?” you ask.
“It’s where I sleep sometimes, yes,” he replies. “Yoongi didn’t want to put you in his room because he wanted to take a nap.” He shakes his head, chuckling. “That guy.”
You take a bite and watch him, chewing slowly. He gazes back at you with the same curious eyes he held in the van, both intrigue and interest swimming in his dark pupils.
“What kind of hunter are you?” you blurt out, food stuffed in your cheek. “Shouldn’t I be like, tied up or something? Getting tortured until I tell you where Jimin is? Begging and crying?”
Jungkook pauses mid-sip, a full-blown smile breaking out across his face. He looks incredibly young when he does so, and you find yourself wondering not for the first time just how old he is.
“What good would that do?” He asks. “You’re not going to tell us, anyway.”
He’s right, but you keep your face passive at the comment.
“Besides, we’re not mean like that. Well,” he pauses, swallowing a sip of his drink. “At least, I’m not. Yoongi on the other hand—“
Your lip curls in disgust. “Yeah, I’ve realized that already. Good cop, bad cop, or whatever.”
Jungkook chuckles. “Sure, something like that,” he says. “Besides, you’ve proven to be capable of taking care of yourself. It would be more of a hassle trying to keep you chained up, or whatever kind of weird stuff you think we’re into.”
You eye the scratch on his cheek again with a smirk. “Thanks for the sandwich,” you say, finally. “I was starving, even though I just ate.”
Jungkook‘s eyebrows furrow. “You’ve been asleep for four hours.”
“Four hours?” You blink rapidly, trying to come to terms with his statement. “What?”
“Yeah, Yoongi was afraid we put you in a coma with the chloroform rag,” he says, laughing a little. When he sees the horrified look on your face, he straightens up. “No, I mean, we didn’t though. You’re fine, see? Eating and everything.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, groaning. “God, my parents are going to kill me.”
“They think you’re with some friends at an after-school event. Don’t worry.”
“That’s worse,” you whine. “I don’t have any friends, so they’ll be even more suspicious now!”
Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Then what do you tell them when you’re hanging out with Jimin?”
“I don’t go anywhere with Jimin, he just comes over my house.”
The statement comes out before you can think twice about it, and Jungkook’s mouth tightens.
“Do you like, like him or something?”
“Who?” You say. “Jimin?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, his tone teetering on the edge of an emotion you can’t quite pick up on. “We’ve never seen anything like this before—it’s like you’re—“
“Friends?” You say. “Because we are.”
“Why?” Jungkook says, angry now. “He’s disgusting, Y/N. He takes souls. He works for Hell. Do you know what Hell is? It’s not a fantasy to scare you into living a good life. It’s real. And what they do to people down there—“
He trails off, lost in his own thoughts for a moment before he comes back to the topic. “It’s awful. He’s awful, Y/N. How do you think he became a demon in the first place? It’s not because he was some charitable Samaritan in his human life, I’m sure.”
“Why does it matter?” You snap, anger rising as well. “Who am I supposed to be friends with? You?”
Jungkook looks taken aback by the statement but it adds fuel to your fire.
“Why are you any better? Because you come in, guns blazing to kill the bad guy?” You say. “You don’t take a second to think, to figure it out, before you’re just after someone for no reason.”
“Y/N, you don’t know what he’s done—“
“I don’t care!”” You exclaim. “I don’t want to know. But I do know when he’s around me, he’s different. You’re so set on framing him as this awful person—have you ever stopped to think what if he isn’t?”
Jungkook’s eyebrows are furrowed heavily over his eyes as he stares at you, not believing a word you say but you choose say it anyways.
You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly before you say, “Or if he is, or was, what if he doesn't want to be anymore? Have you ever thought about that?”
There’s some fumbling outside and Jungkook’s head whips toward the sound. You can hear Yoongi’s muffled voice through the door, and Jungkook stands from the desk chair.
“I’ll take your trash,” he says, nodding towards the empty plate and crumpled chip bag on the bed.
You hand it to him before childishly laying down and flipping over so that you’re on your side with your back to him. He picks up on the vibe just as he’s leaving, because you hear his boot-clad feet stop just a few steps from the bed.
“Y/N,” he murmurs with reluctance. “Don’t be upset—“
“Can you just leave?” You ask quietly. “Or is some privacy too much of a luxury after all you’ve given me?”
You hear Jungkook sigh and hesitate at the door before he opens it, stepping quietly into the hallway and shutting it behind him.
When you’re sure he’s gone and there will be no more surprise visits, you hop out of bed, pacing around the room and looking for any evidence that will let you know where you are. The room is impeccably clean, and you can’t tell if it’s because Jungkook keeps it that way—you wouldn’t put it past him—or if he purposely took everything out for your visit.
You flop back onto the bed, letting out a groan. “Four hours,” you mutter. “I’ve been here for four freaking hours.”
Where was Jimin? You’d been trying since the car ride not to become too attached to the idea that Jimin was on his way to get you, somehow. You knew it wouldn’t help to depend on him—he was off with JB, and probably hadn’t even noticed your absence. It’d be a few days until he randomly showed up at your house and realized you weren’t there—by then, your parents would have filed a missing persons report. If they even realized. The thought makes you chuckle; you were literally the perfect person to kidnap because you had no one keeping up with your whereabouts constantly.
You go up to the door, pressing your ear against it for any sounds outside before you knock with hesitant knuckles. “Hello? Is anyone there? I’ve gotta—I have to pee. Hello?”
You hear footsteps much lighter than Jungkook’s, before the lock on the outside of the door slides, and it opens. You step back as Yoongi pokes his head in, his eyes narrowed as he accesses your hovering figure.
“Bathroom?” he asks. “There’s a bucket in the corner.”
You glance back. “Are you serious? I’m a girl.”
“And?” he says, but then he sighs. “Fine. Come with me.”
You follow Yoongi down the hallway, glancing up at some paintings on the wall as you do. There’s cement beneath your feet, and the walls aren’t exactly best—there’s holes and cracks running in the paint, but the additions look as though someone is trying really hard to make this place a home.
“Don’t look around too much,” Yoongi mutters. “I’ll blindfold you.”
“Sorry,” you say quietly, focusing your eyes on the back of his blonde head. “What is this place?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, stopping in front of a door. “Go. Pee.”
He leans against the wall opposite the door, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.
“You’re just going to stand out here and listen?”
He crosses his arms in a take it or leave it gesture and you sigh. “Whatever.”
You go in, shutting the door behind you and flicking on the light. It small, quaint, and not at all as dirty as you were picturing it. You’re starting to realize you’re not in some abandoned warehouse like you thought, but rather something that’s been renovated with rooms, bathrooms, probably even a dining area.
It’s not supposed to be, but the idea of Jungkook sitting on a sofa nearby in sweatpants is kind of— cute.
You shake your head, finishing your business and washing your hands. You look in the mirror, noticing the red scuff mark on your collarbone, the dryness of your lips, the messiness of your hair. For only being there for a few hours, you kind of looked like shit.
Just as you’re about to twist the door knob to leave, there’s a rumbling above you, and you look up toward the sound. Your eyes focus in on the exhaust fan in the ceiling that’s trembling a little although you didn’t turn in on.
“What the—?” You say, just as a plume of black smoke escapes through.
It barrels toward you streamline, its shape having a uniformness about it unlike any other smoke you’ve ever seen in your life. You back up as it comes toward you, tripping over your own feet in the cramped bathroom and holding in a breath as it hesitates a moment, swimming in front of your vision. The smoke hovers around the edges of your mouth as if asking for permission, as if being scared to do what it came to do now that it’s observing you—and then, it clicks.
“Jimin?” You whisper, full of hope with eyes wide as saucers.
The smoke takes that as a yes, and dives between your parted lips. The feeling of it filling you is unlike any other—a warmth that spreads throughout your limbs, and then a coldness, an emptiness that makes you want to shiver.
You look at yourself again in the mirror after it’s finished, after you can gain control of your breathing although your heart continues to beat rapidly in your chest.
You lean forward, inspecting the haziness of your eyes, the pupils that don’t exactly seem the right size, and suddenly, your eyes are red—the pupil, iris and sclera swallowed whole by a deadly crimson color.
With control that is not your own, your hand slowly comes up from your side, your pointer finger pressing against your lips as a quiet shhhh escapes between your clenched teeth.
As quick as the moment comes, it’s gone, but only after you regain control and trip back from the mirror, crashing into the wall behind you and bracing yourself against it.
“Hey,” Yoongi’s low voice comes from outside the door. “What’s going on in there?”
“Sorry,” you say shakily, looking at your trembling hand with nervousness. “Think I’m still a little dizzy from where you drugged me.”
If eye rolls can be heard, you can definitely hear Yoongi’s as he replies: “Jesus, just hurry up.”
You hesitate, making sure the movements are yours as you reach for the doorknob and open it with a deep breath.
Yoongi stands against the wall, looking as bored as he always does. “Finally,” he says, wrinkling his nose. “What’d you do, blow it up in there?”
“What? No!” you respond, but not really listening enough to be embarrassed as you try to come to terms with how foreign your body feels right now.
Yoongi leads you back down the hallway toward Jungkook’s bedroom and you hesitate outside the door, feeling strangely like you’re going to throw up. You must look as green around the gills as you feel, because Yoongi takes one look at you and pulls a disgusted face.
“What’s wrong with you?” he says. “You look like shit, suddenly.”
You lean over on your hands and knees, trying to calm your suddenly-elevated breathing. “I’m—to be honest, I have—no idea what’s going on.”
There’s a coldness seeping into your bones, and it feels as if you’re being dragged backward, like your sight filled with Yoongi is getting smaller by the second. You think this must be what it’s like to faint.
“You good?” Yoongi asks, taking a cautious step forward. “We’ve got some stuff for your stomach if the sandwich was a bad idea—“
Suddenly, with strength that is definitely not yours, you reach out and grab him by the throat, pressing your fingers into his jugular and ultimately cutting off the rest of his sentence. Yoongi’s eyes go wide as he stares at your face, his expression full of fear.
“Demon,” he grunts, clawing at the hand around his throat, “Jungkook—“
“Yoongi, oh my god,” you say frantically, glancing between your hand and his reddening face. “I’m sorry, I’m not doing this, I swear—“
The rest of your sentence is cut off as the cold force inside you fully takes over, using the grip on Yoongi’s throat to lift him off the ground a little.
Jimin, you think, because your mouth isn’t yours to use anymore. Are you doing this?
“It’s me, princess,” you hear yourself say. It’s your voice, but definitely not you. “I thought I told you to go straight home?”
I tried! They were watching us the whole time we were in the diner, Jimin.
“I know, I know,” he says—or rather, you say—before he tosses Yoongi’s body into the wall to your right. He crumples against it, knocked out by Jimin’s sheer strength coursing through your teenage body.
Is he alive?!
“Hopefully not,” Jimin says. “That’s not important right now—where’s the other one?”
I haven’t seen him since earlier. What is this place?
“Headquarters,” he says. “Stay quiet, I can’t concentrate.”
You hope he can tell you’re pouting. You stay quiet like he asked, though you have about three million questions threatening to slip past your lips.
Jimins walks you down the hallway into—you guessed it earlier—a living room. Or rather, it’s a living room-turned-study, as bookshelves line the walls and there’s obvious research material scattered on top of the coffee table.
You start to tell Jimin that Jungkook probably heard the struggle between him and Yoongi, but you keep your thoughts to yourself as he stealthily walks into the empty dining area.
“Here’s the plan,” he murmurs. “There’s a devil’s trap over the front door—they didn’t forget that one, surprisingly. There’s only one exit, so I’m going to get you there, and I’m going to smoke out and JB is going to take you home.”
What about you? What are you going to do?
“They’re after me, and I have to keep you safe. So I’m going to give them what they want.”
What? Jimin, no. You don’t—that’s not your only option, are you insane? Stop being a fucking—
“God, Y/N, your voice is loud even in my head,” he grunts, sticking a finger in your ear and wiggling it around. You don’t feel it, technically, but the thought makes you want to shudder involuntarily.
Jimin—
You start to complain more, but Jungkook comes around the corner, then, a pistol upright in his right hand. When he sees you, his eyes light up. “Y/N!” he whispers, beckoning you to him. “Come here, something’s happened—are you okay?”
“Yeah, I-I’m just—” Jimin says in your voice, sounding unbelievably convincing as it shakes. You’d have to remind yourself to ask him when he mastered your personality later. “Jungkook, what’s going on?”
“It’s okay,” Jungkook says. “I’ll keep you safe, if you let me.” He gives you a cautious once-over and Jimin does a good job of painting you as a slightly shook-up girl. “A demon is here, I found sulfur in the hallway.”
Oh my god, he’s so clueless it’s cute.
“No it’s not,” Jimin snaps.
Jungkook turns around, looking at you with a furrowed brow.
Jimin recovers immediately, softening the frown on your lips. “I mean—are you sure? Is it Jimin?”
“Probably,” Jungkook says. He turns around, expression serious. “Listen, Y/N, about what we talked about earlier.”
He puts both hands on your shoulders, and you can feel Jimin twitch in your body, disgusted by the sincere way Jungkook is looking into your eyes.
“I just want you to be careful, okay?” he says. “I know you think I’m just talking from the perspective of a hunter, but I’m just—” He runs a hand through his hair, messing the dark strands up momentarily. “I’m just saying, you’re a good girl, and—don’t ever forget what he is, okay? It won’t end well, I swear.”
You feel sad suddenly, looking at Jungkook’s big, unblinking doe eyes from underneath the fringe of his bangs. But it doesn’t matter what you feel, because Jimin’s emotions overpower yours since he’s in control—and right now, he’s extremely angry.
“Yeah?” he says, lowering your voice in a way that has you nervous. “Well, this demon doesn’t give a fuck what you say, hunter.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen just like Yoongi’s as he sees the crimson swallow your irises again, and Jimin gives him a hard shove to the sternum with the palm of his hand, sending him flying into a cabinet full of glassware in the kitchen.
You gasp quietly, watching as Jungkook tries to pick himself up from the mess around him as Jimin stalks toward him. You notice a shard of glass sticking out of his forearm, and he has little cuts all over his neck and face from the shattering of the cabinet around him.
Jimin grabs a handful of Jungkook’s shirt, your messily painted red nails looking odd with the fabric bunched in your grip so menacingly. He pulls Jungkook on his knees so that he’s somewhat eye-level with you.
“Who the hell are you to tell her what she should be doing?”
Your fist pulls back only to punch Jungkook square in the nose, and his head whips to the side from the force of it. He groans a little, blood starting to trickle down his cupid’s bow as he attempts to look you in the eyes.
“Jimin, don’t do this to her—” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t—use her, like this.”
Jimin punches him again and you cry out inside his head, watching as Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut a few seconds, before he looks up tiredly again, his cheek reddening from the force of your own hands, though you can do nothing about it.
Jimin, stop it!
“Y/N, I know you’re in there,” Jungkook says earnestly, just as Jimin’s hand connects with the side of his face again. He turns to the side to spit blood out of his mouth. “I-I know, you don’t want this. He didn’t ask you—did he?”
Jimin stop hitting him! Stop! He’s not even fighting back!
“He didn’t ask you,” Jungkook says again, voice sounding garbled from the blood filling his nose. “I know, he didn’t, Y/N. This is what they do—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Jimin yells, pushing Jungkook onto the floor and delivering a kick to his stomach. “You don’t know anything, you dumb piece of—”
You watch through your eyes helplessly, sobbing now, wishing there was something you could do. You push against Jimin’s willpower but he’s too strong, too full of anger now and he suppresses every attempt you try at gaining control over your body again.
Jungkook won’t fight back, because any harm he does to your body, you’ll feel as soon as Jimin is gone. If he shoots you, it could be fatal once Jimin’s demon blood isn’t running through your veins. He knows this, you know this, and Jimin certainly knows this, because he’s taking his sweet time beating Jungkook into a pulp.
Jimin, you cry, this is—this isn’t like you. This is too much, please, just, stop—
Jimin pauses before his next hit. At this point, Jungkook’s face is turning purple in some spots, the rest red and bloodied. His blood coats the knuckles of your left hand, mingling with the similar shade of your fingernail polish in a way that makes you want to vomit.
He lets go of the front of Jungkook’s shirt, letting him slump to the cement flooring beneath your feet. His breath is shallow and labored, his eyes closed in relief.
Jimin walks you to the front door, right to the edge of the devils trap that’s painted above on the ceiling. “I’m sorry,” he says, right before he smokes out of your mouth.
You watch his black smoke stream move it’s way toward the window beside the door, where he bursts through and disappears into the night sky. You look back at Jungkook, passed out on the floor and Yoongi nowhere to be found—probably in the same state Jungkook is in, but in the hallway—and decide the best thing you can do now is leave.
You open the front door, glancing back at the broken glass scattered on the porch as you walk down the steps. The same black, sleek car that you saw Jimin driving when he picked you up from school earlier that day—or yesterday, you guess, since it’s past midnight now—comes purring down the long road, the headlights blinding you and making you throw a hand up to shield your eyes.
You feel kind of empty and dizzy and hungry and like you need about sixteen hours of sleep to be okay again, so you don’t say anything to JB when he rolls down the window on the driver’s side, asking, “How’s it going, princess?”
You’re so sick of that nickname at this point. But you shrug your shoulders halfheartedly, rounding the front of the car to get in on the passenger side.
JB takes off down the road, and you slump back against the seat, closing your eyes. Happiness sneaks around the edges of your temples, and your face threatens to blush as heat rises to your cheeks and you quickly open your eyes to glare at JB. He’s looking straight ahead at the road, driving with loose fingertips on the wheel.
“Stop doing that,” you say. “I’m tired of people controlling me and how I’m supposed to feel for one day.”
“Sorry,” he says. “Thought it might help.”
You sigh. He glances over at you, finally.
“He didn’t mean to, Y/N,” JB says. “He’s beating himself up about it already.”
“Yeah? Well it seems a lot like he meant to punch Jungkook to a pulp to me, to be honest,” you grumble. “And I’m sure Jungkook feels the same way.”
“Jungkook?” JB says, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, you’re calling them by their names, huh?”
You narrow your eyes. “They have names, why not call them it?”
“Names give people recognition.” JB shrugs. “Names put a feeling to a person, and they’re just hunters.”
“And you and Jimin are just demons.” You cross your arms. “What’s the point?”
“Nothing,” JB says. “I guess. I mean, I just want to point out something about demon possession to you.”
“Okay?” you say, shifting in your seat toward him.
“When a demon takes over a body, they don’t just take over control of the limbs, Y/N. Demon possession is like symbiosis—you ever seen Venom?”
You blink at him. “Yes…?”
“Okay, it’s like that. Jimin is like Venom, and you’re, well, you. He can feel your feelings, he can hear your thoughts, he can sense your entire being—but you can’t get a reading on him. You can’t feel anything, do anything, control anything, unless Jimin lets you.”
“So, less like symbiosis and more like . . . a host and a parasite?” you ask, frowning. “Sounds about right.”
JB opens his mouth and closes it again, then lifts his pointer finger in response. “That is—beside the point. Listen, what I’m trying to say is Jimin really didn’t want to do it. But if he didn’t, then who would have had to? Me. And he definitely didn’t want me to be inside you.”
“Ugh, god,” you say, wrinkling your nose. “Wording!”
“Sorry,” JB says with a smile. “But you know what I mean, right? I know he promised you he’d never take over your body—”
You whip to face him. “You know about that?”
“Yes. But he had no choice, okay? And now he knows a lot of things he never wanted to because he did, and it’s hard for him.”
You throat dries up at the thought and you cough a little, before quietly asking, “L-like what?”
JB sighs. “You’ll have to talk about it with him yourself.”
“Some help you are,” you say, pouting once more. JB leaves you to your racing thoughts until you pull onto your street, and he parks the car a block down the street and leaves it idling.
You get ready to grab your things out of the backseat and freeze. “Damn it, my bookbag—”
“Already in your room,” JB says. “We got you covered, girl. Have some faith in us.”
You tongue the inside of your cheek, tucking a smart remark there and getting out of the car. You pause as you’re shutting the door, ducking your head down so you can see JB.
“Hey, are you Jimin’s overhead?”
JB blinks at you, before a smile breaks across his face. “Yes, I am,” he replies. “But first and foremost, I’m his friend.”
You hum, satisfied, giving him a nod and shutting the door. He follows you to your house at a distance with the headlights off, the engine on the car surprising quiet, almost a low purr behind you. When you shut the front door to your house, you hear car tires screech as they take off, and you wince.
It’s quiet and dark inside—your parents have work in the morning—and so you take off your shoes just before the stairs, deciding to pad the rest of the way silently in your socks. Everything is just the same as you left it in your room, with the exception of Jimin sitting back on your bed, his eyes holding a far off look as you switch the light on.
You don’t acknowledge him at first, searching through your drawers for a set of pajamas and going to the hall bathroom and back to change. You’re tired, you have school in the morning—but you know he’ll want to talk about everything that happened, regardless.
He sits up when you come back into the room, shutting the door with a soft click behind you. You lean against it, hesitant to join him on your bed just yet.
“Y/N,” he says, eyes meeting yours. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what go into me—”
“You took over my body, Jimin.” You cross your arms. “Apologize for that, first.”
“How else was I supposed to get you out of there?” He frowns deeply. “Did you want me to just let them keep you while I went about my business? You’re not strong enough to fight them, so I was doing the only thing I knew that would work.”
“But you said you wouldn’t.”
“Unless I had to!” Jimin exclaims, then sighs. “Can you just come sit down? You’re freaking me out standing in the corner.”
You sigh, too, but reluctantly join him on the bed, perching on the edge of the mattress.
“Is that really all you’re mad about?” he says. “I know there’s something else—”
You glare at him. “Yeah, I bet you do know. That’s the whole point of why I didn’t ever want you to be inside of my body, Jimin! You know everything now—because that’s how it works, right? I know nothing about you, as always, and you know everything about me.”
Jimin’s expression softens. “Hey,” he says, leaning toward you on the mattress. He reaches for your hand and you let him take it, holding it loosely in his grip. “You know stuff about me, too. Don’t say that.”
“Do I?” you ask, shrugging your shoulders. “What’s a mortal tether, Jimin?”
He blinks. “A-a mortal—”
“Tether,” you say, harder. “Why am I yours?”
Jimin is off the bed and on his feet in an instant. “Did those hunters tell you that? They’re dirty fucking liars, Y/N, they don’t know shit about shit—”
“You’re cursing a lot,” you observe calmly. “Normally that means you’re lying. Or mad. Or both.”
Jimin stops his pacing in front of your bed to turn and look at you. There’s a fear in his eyes that you don’t think you’ve seen before—it has a different tinge to it than the fear you once saw at the Halloween party when he got trapped in the bathroom.
Jimin walks to where you are perched at the edge, lowering himself into a crouch so that you have to look down into his eyes. He licks his lips nervously a few times, running a hand through his grey tresses before he speaks.
“You already know, don’t you?” he asks.
You nod once.
“Y/N,” he begins. “Regardless of that, I care about you a lot—you know that, right?”
You nod once more.
“And you know that I thought of every other way possible way tonight before I decided to jump in your body. Right?”
You don’t nod this time, and Jimin leans in closer. “Right?”
“I don’t know,” you say, finally, pulling your hand out of his. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know what you think, Jimin. I never do. I don’t know how you feel about me, I don’t know why you’re still here—but now that I’ve heard this tether bullshit, it all seems to kind of make sense.”
Jimin sighs, tonguing the inside of his cheek in thought. He seems to be battling with himself before he finally blurts out:
“I feel about you the same way you feel about me.”
Your breath hitches at the sincereness in his voice, and you shake your head abruptly. “You don’t mean that.”
Jimin hums in the back of his throat, a smile lifting just one corner of his mouth. “I do,” he says, firmer. “You know that, too.”
He leans a little closer to you—still crouched in front of you off the bed—as he grabs for your hand again. You hold it firmly this time, your cheeks hot. You play with the fingers of his left hand, scared to raise your eyes to meet his although you know he can hear your pulse singing in your veins from the intense look in his eyes.
JB was right, you think.
“Jimin, you really scared me tonight,” you confess. “You were just so angry, and I could feel it. It was—what was going on with you?”
You finally meet his eyes, trying to calm the twisted feeling of your stomach knotting up as you do.
“I know, and I’m sorry.” He sighs, looking up at you from under his fringe. “I promise it won’t happen again. Jungkook, he—he just pissed me off with all that bullshit he was talking, like he knew you.”
You nod a little and wait, because it seems like Jimin is being truthful with you.
“He doesn’t know you. I know you, and it made me angry that he thought he did.”
The possession in his voice makes you blush a little. God, what was wrong with you? He was apologizing and explaining himself and here you were, thinking—
“But I really am sorry. And I’m going to keep my promises from now on,” Jimin says, giving you a small smile.
Your brows furrow, your thoughts momentarily forgotten. “Which promises?”
“Whatever you want me to keep,” he says. “And I’m going to ask for your permission before I do anything, starting this very moment.”
“Okay?” you say, unsure. “Great?”
He scoots forward in his crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet, body partially between your knees. His proximity has your breath hitching, and you watch him hesitantly.
“So,” he breathes, and your eyes zone in on the cute overlapping of his front teeth as he talks. “Can I have permission to kiss you, right now?”
His eyes graze yours, half-lidded, and it lights a fire in your insides. You blink at him, but you feel yourself nodding before you can think about it too hard.
Jimin’s other hand comes to cradle the side of your face, and he angles it down toward his as he meets you halfway, mouth brushing hesitantly against yours before he presses fully. His lips are soft as the first time you kissed him that night at the crossroads, and your eyes flutter shut when you instinctively turn your head a little, opening your mouth and inviting Jimin to take the kiss deeper.
Your head, already cloudy from the day’s events, is certainly fogged as Jimin’s tongue laces with yours, all his tastes and usual scents mingling together and creating an intoxicating concoction that has you forgetting what you two were even talking about before this.
“I’ve been thinking about that for a long time,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours when you two resurface for air a few moments later. His thumb swipes over your cheek, and you’re grateful that he hasn’t pulled back to look at how flushed your face is yet.
“Me too,” you answer, breathless. “I totally wasn’t thinking about it for the last fifteen minutes. Or the last few days, weeks, months, whatever.”
Jimin laughs, nudging your nose with his. “Me either.”
“Promise me it won’t be the last time,” you say, leaning forward to peck his lips once more. “Can you do that?”
“I’ll try my best,” Jimin murmurs with a smile, sitting back on his heels. “Are we okay now?”
Mortal tether or not, looking at Jimin’s pretty, flushed face and warm eyes looking back at you is enough to let you know you’ve chosen right to have faith in him. You nod, and he gives the hand still encased with yours a squeeze before he stands to his full height.
“Are you going?” you ask, trying not to sound as sad as you feel. Your lips are tingling, and you kind of just want to pull Jimin down onto your bed with you and keep him there for the night.
“Yeah, you have school tomorrow,” he says, face turning serious. “Can’t let you forget the important things, despite having a run in with demons and hunters as after-school activities.”
You roll your eyes, but you are tired, so you’ll let him win. “Fine.”
Before he leaves through your window, he leans down, leaving a single, lingering kiss on your lips and one on your forehead. As he sits on the edge of the sill about to jump down, he turns back to you.
“Y/N,” he says, “you know I’d never hurt you on purpose, right? Everything I do, it’s because I’m trying to keep you safe.”
His voice wavers, like he’s nervous or sad or afraid of your answer. So you nod confidently this time, giving him a wave goodbye with your fingers. If Jimin needed the reassurance, you were going to give it to him. It’s the least you could do, considering all you might have been putting him through.
“You’ll be back right?” you ask, giving him a grin. “Promise?”
Jimin throws a small, sad smile over his shoulder, hands braced on the edge of your window frame. “Promise,” he says, before pushing himself off the ledge and dropping to the ground below with a soft thump.
You realize only after he’s gone, when you’re tucked in bed with the comforter pulled up to your chin, that you never made him promise when. And then you think that maybe, Jimin wasn’t afraid of your answer, but afraid of what it meant to keep you safe—him, leaving.
