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What the Devil Doesn’t know

(Witch! Namjoon x Demon! Jimin x human! Reader) (Soulmate au)

Summary: when Jimin dies suddenly and mysteriously it leaves both you and namjoon devastated. But maybe Jimin’s story didn’t end there, maybe he’ll find a way to come back to you from beyond the grave.

Tags: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, themes of grief, depression, nightmares, night terrors, devil characters, magical au, witch! namjoon, magic shop au. soulmate au, brief mention of shapeshifter! Yoongi, brief yoonkook.

W/C: 5.1k

A/n: this was heavily inspired by a dream that I had where Tae (or something posing as Tae in my dreams) said to me “I don’t care who you love in this life-but when you die- you’re mine” so yeah! when I die I’m getting that good demon dick! happy Halloween everyone!!

Playlist: Work song - Hozier, when we all fall asleep where do we go?- Billie Eilish, Devil like me- rainbow kitten surprise.

- As with most sweet things in life, It starts with a flower.

- Namjoon’s friend, Yoongi a shapeshifter, gives him it to him early one morning. though really, Namjoon shouldn’t be surprised that yoongi arrived just after sunrise, pawing at the window in his cat form until namjoon lets him in. he doesn’t shift until namjoon has a cup of coffee poured for him. One moment a cat and the next a very grumpy human. He barely says a thing before he plops the bulb onto Namjoon’s kitchen counter and raises an eyebrow at his unkempt hair over his coffee.

- Namjoon grumbles at that, unlike Yoongi- he doesn’t have anyone to be put together for at almost 5 in the morning. And his shop won’t open for a few more hours either- he has more than enough time to shower and be presentable before then.

- “You have better luck with flowers than I do” he justifies. And he’s not wrong- but this flower- is something peculiar of note. All Namjoon has to do is pick it up before he realizes what the blub is- and more importantly why Yoongi has brought it to Namjoon instead of trying to pawn it off or keep it for himself.

- The flower is none other than the species ‘Animus Videndceus’ or the ‘soul seeing flower’, and it has the unique ability to bloom according to one’s soulmate.

- It’s pretty much the only dead giveaway beyond blood magic that’s 100% accurate at determining the day in which someone will meet their soulmate. What’s even more curious is how Yoongi found this, even more, why he’s giving something so rare to Namjoon on a whim.

- Namjoon asks as much. “I don’t have a use for it,” Yoongi says, looking down and away, and ah- that makes sense too- for Yoongi has someone waiting for him at home. At this hour, his human mate Jungkook is probably sleeping with his curly hair pushed back against the pillow- arms reaching out for the man that leans across Namjoon’s kitchen counter, pawing at a glass-like the more feline part of him wants to push it off.

- Yoongi is a good mate, and will never leave Jungkook waiting for long. and yet- he lingers at Namjoon’s counter and casts the soulmate flower a long, lingering glance.

- Sometimes you’d rather not know if the one you’re with is your soulmate. But Namjoon has no such attachments and thanks Yoongi for the generous gift before he goes.

- Namjoon is a witch, owns a magic shop of his own tucked into a narrow back alley in the middle of Seoul- almost hidden, but sometimes his human patrons inform him at the right time of day- those who need namjoon can find it. And If you stand out on the main street you can see a hazy glow- not of neon or like smoke, that tempts them in the direction of Namjoon’s magic shop.

- There is a little apartment above the shop, Namjoon’s home with too much empty space for just him, he fills it with plants though to make himself feel less lonely. Its wide windows look out onto the street below and the plants on the windowsills chat with each other (and Namjoon when he’s not on the ground floor working in his workshop or managing the storefront).

- The soulflower gets its own special spot on the ground floor in the shop by the windowsill, so that he can watch it when he works.

- Every soulflower grows a little differently, and Namjoon watches over the first few weeks as it grows to accommodate the strength of Namjoon’s soul- it’s wide silvery leaves something like cyclamen but it’s flowers look different. Maybe slightly feathery like an agapanthus. It’s hard to tell- as neither of the blooms are open yet.

- Yes, you read that correctly- there are two blooms on Namjoons plant. This means Namjoon has two soulmates out there, waiting to meet him, and likewise- he can hardly wait!

- One bloom hangs slightly under the other but both are beautiful and silken. one ruby red and the other a buttery shade of pink. Namjoon sketches them in the spare pages of his grimoire while he waits for his appointments to show up some days.

- When he walks down the stairs one day and sees that one of the blooms has opened overnight- the body of it bright red with a creamy white center, it makes him fall the rest of the way down the narrow stairs, and knock his knee against the velvet chair in the corner.

- When a man with a high collar and lovely lips walks into his shop later that day, Namjoon understands, and already kind of half loves him. He forgives himself for the slight overreaction of his thrumming heart after he takes the man’s order (sleeping draft- nothing abnormal) after all- it’s not every day you meet your soulmate. Finds out his name- Jimin- when he hands over a black Amex to pay for the draft.

- Namjoon leans over the counter to flirt at him while the dialup rings the card through. “You know I have something for that cut” he says, gesturing to the hidden wound on Jimin’s forearm (one side effect of his powers is that he can always tell when people are in pain).

- Jimin blushes and Namjoon invites him up for coffee, which becomes a promise on Jimin’s part to check in so that Namjoon can verify it’s healing alright, which becomes Jimin’s promise of dinner in payment, and then eventually Namjoon looks up and half a year has passed, and Jimin has made a home in Namjoon’s apartment and in Namjoon’s heart.

- Jimin is secretive with what he does, but Namjoon sees the angry ghosts that follow him, sees more appear the longer they love each other, and knows enough not to ask. The worst is when they linger while he sleeps waking him up and making his soulmate sleep irregularly. But it’s nothing that a careful banishing spell can’t fix. and though jimin comment’s “I always sleep so well when you’re next to me” namjoon pretends to be endeared rather than concerned

- Though he does learn little tidbits about his soulmate. His only family his mother who died a few years back- no idea who his father was or where the rest of his family is.

- Namjoon and Jimin are happy, Jimin pecks his dimples when he goes to work and when Jimin gets home with a knot working it’s way down his back namjoon carefully massages it out, making Jimin groan and Namjoon’s plant’s hiss at them to get a room.

- But there is still one more bloom on the soulflower. Still, one more soulmate left to find their way here. And Namjoon worries in those moments when he finds Jimin asleep in his bed- that whoever his other soulmate is- that they won’t get along. Afterall- Jimin might be Namjoon’s soulmate, but might not be the soulmate of his soulmate.

- Jimin reassures him. “I know I can’t stick around as long as you need me to most of the time.” This is true, Jimin leaves for ‘work’ for weeks at a time, rarely lets Namjoon know when he’ll be back (most of the time he doesn’t know) and returns to the apartment with a tan or a new bullet wound sowed up. And Namjoon is…lonely when JImin can’t be there. “if you had someone else here- I wouldn’t feel nearly as guilty,” he says, looking down at his hands and biting his lip- and it’s the truth.

- Jimin loves Namjoon so much- the thought of him in pain makes Jimin hurt just as well. And if someone could be here- and take away that pain a little bit. then Jimin will allow Namjoon that freedom.

- Namjoon meets you before he realizes that the soulflower has bloomed.

- He’s out walking when he bumps into you- really it’s just bad luck or maybe fate, you end up sprawling and spraining your ankle. Namjoon is just treating you to an apology coffee when he gets a call from Jimin.

- “Your stupid plant bloomed,” Jimin says, though a smile plays on the edge of his words he too- is giddy- if not a little tired. He was out late the night before- doing god knows what.

- Falling in love with soulmates is easier than breathing, Namjoon has nothing to worry about when it comes to you and jimin, the first time you have dinner together- drunk off of Namjoon’s enchanted moonshine. you tip your shoulder into Jimin’s laughing, and namjoon catches a look on his face, struck with sudden affection- his cheeks turning as pink as your soulflower.

- Namjoon has nothing to worry about- except maybe- acquiring a larger bed that fits you.

- You’re a human, and though you know enough about the magical world it’s still mostly a mystery to you, but you love seeing what Joonie does, the light he can conjure- full-on stars for you and Jimin in that small bedroom, and his other little magic, powerful potions for good luck- jackets that repel rain.

- Namjoon doesn’t know why it’s the simpler magic that delights you so, but he’s happy to leave glowing flowers of sugar spinning in your coffee in the morning. To turn your hair different colors (and Jimin’s too- namjoon swears he’s gone through half the rainbow since they first started dating), and enchant little messages to open themselves and speak in his voice when you open them.

- The soulflower blooms always remain shiny and new, as if they’d bloomed that morning instead of weeks or even months ago. Your pink one the twin to Jimin’s ruby red. They seem to twinkle on the windowsill when you and Jimin are out (Jimin- doing whatever he does, and you- at the school where you teach kindergarten.)

- You cook dinner in the evenings sometimes, sometimes Jimin leaves for a few weeks and then come back with a new black eye, or a mysterious tan, or some fancy trinkets for you and Namjoon from halfway across the world. Namjoon should have realized he never had anything to worry about- because of course, you would be soulmates with each other too.

- There is nothing more that he loves better, watching the two of you cuddle close by the fire on the cold winter nights, watching the two of you steal his clothing and even argue over who gets to wear Namjoon’s, particularly soft grey sweater.

- The three of you are happy…for a while.

- Togeather, you and Jimin nurse Namjoon back to health after a particularly bad flue that results in him snorting out little puffballs of grey that skitter around the room without eyes bumping into the furniture and squeaking shrilly if you step too close.

- “I never thought accidental conjuring would be a side-affect of the flue but” you shrug, making Jimin laugh as Namjoon groans. “they’re just manifestations of how shitty I’m feeling- they’ll go away once I get better I promise.” jimin cups Namjoon’s cheeks flushed with fever. “our big baby” he croons, making namjoon let out a sound that’s half a groan and half a whine, “you just worry about getting better” Jimin reassures him, pressing a kiss to his forehead with a wry smile. His eyes twinkling with life. while in the background- you use a broom to sweep some of the puffballs outside.

- You return to Namjoon’s side to pull him close after you sit back against the armrest, his cheek pillowed against your shoulder, snuggled down in between your legs under a thick blanket while Jimin retreats to the kitchen. You and Namjoon sitting by the tv, Namjoon sniffling every now and then, and just listen to the sound of Jimin’s lovely lilting hum as he cooks. Something that he only does when he’s feeling at his most gentle- at his most true version of himself. After a while- you and Namjoon just turn off the tv and listen to him sing.

- Namjoon wishes he’d had a chance to savor that more, and you do too. The day comes. Namjoon wakes up and Jimin and you have already left for work. He feels groggy and sluggish and when he goes downstairs and Jimin’s flower is starting to wilt.

- Namjoon blinks sleepily at it, the ruby petals falling limp- Jimin’s soulflower is wilting.

- Just barely. Wilting. The ends drying up turning from red to brown, at first Namjoon thinks he’s imagining it until one of the petals starts to fall and fades completely, finally turning black.

- Jimin is late coming home. You and Namjoon call his phone and it goes to voicemail.

- The police find his car pulled off on the side of the road and Jimin in the front seat of the car- His brains blown out against the steering wheel. They said he never would have seen it coming. Whoever had killed him had come up behind.

- You barely catch Namjoon when he falls to the ground, the moment he realizes that something inside of him- something integral has been cut. And maybe if you were magical you could feel it- but maybe that awareness is more a curse than a gift- to know when your soulmate has truly gone from this world.

- More questions remain that are answered when you and Namjoon and Jimin’s few friends gather for his funeral. You and namjoon cling to each other- barely feeling but still- always crying.

- Who was Jimin really? Who did he work for? Who killed him? and why was there a will left- passing on a small fortune and a separate residence to you and namjoon? You both to Jimin’s separate apartment looking for answers, and find it grey-clad and barely lived in at all despite the fact that the date on the deed says he owned it for more than 10 years.

- “I’m so jealous of you- you got 5 more months with him than I did” you sob during a fight, broken plates litter the floor of the kitchen. weeks after the funeral when finally, neither of you can pretend that your lives haven’t fallen apart.

- Namjoon’s hands bleed from shattered glass, broken in his hands by his own too sharp mind, his powers are so hard to control when he’s angry. “At least you got to kiss him goodbye” he growls back. Angry tears sparking at the corners of his eyes.

- The next morning, you wake crushed against Namjoon’s chest despite the fact that you fell asleep on the chair in the living room. And he’ll apologize for snapping at you, and you’ll likewise make amends to breaking his things. life is too short to let any sort of fight linger for long, you both understand that now. You start crying when you have to say goodbye to him and go to work- so worried that it will be the last time you’ll see him.

- The soulflower has crumpled into the pot. Your bloom looking forlorn and smaller somehow. Jimin’s flower, once ruby red- still sits where it fell. After the first few weeks, Namjoon takes the dried petals and puts them in a glass vase and sets them on the mantle upstairs, in a place where he rarely is so that he doesn’t have to see them when he works.

- If Jimin’s death makes Namjoon numb. You pretend it makes you equally as unfeeling. But most nights You wake up crying after dreaming about him dying, horrified by the fact that he died alone- and so so early when you’d barely begun.

- You’d thought you’d have years together- not just a single one with him. Namjoon is always there, always wakes up when you do (or maybe he never sleeps) to rub away your tears but it’s not enough, he’s not Jimin and even though you love Joonie- Jimin’s absence is always going to leave a hole in you.

- And really- Namjoon is the same, there is a hole in him left by Jimin’s death that sort of kills him a little more every day, Namjoon is such a ghost after Jimin dies. Forgets to eat sometimes until he stands up from his desk and gets so dizzy he shouts for you to bring him a cup of tea. greif wears down namjoon’s vibrancy until he too- feels shriveled up and a shadow of who he was.

- He even contemplates necromancy- the highest crime in magical law, just to bring Jimin back as the months drag on and he watches you get closer and closer to the deep end.

- But as it turns out, he doesn’t need too.

- Jimin is always in your dreams, whenever you close your eyes he’s back with you again. It’s the only reason why you sleep at all anymore, so you can pretend that he never died, so that you can cup his cheeks again and just hold onto his hand- just the same size as yours, and perfect for holding.

- Even if the dreams always end the same way. With the sound of that bullet, and you watch in slow motion as a faceless shadow kills Jimin. it’s still worth dreaming if only to see him again, maybe that’s why some days you can’t get out of bed anymore.

- But then one day, he comes, and it’s different this time. If you had to put your finger on it you’d call it a nightmare- but it doesn’t feel that way to you because he’s there. If anything it feels calmer, more serene, with the warm black water underneath your feet ankle-deep soaking through the pant legs of your pajamas.

- Jimin doesn’t look normal either, sitting in a chair in front of you in black silk finer than anything he would have ever worn on earth. Black Horns curl away from his head, starkly contrasted with his silver hair. His eyes are different too, bright red when they should be brown- glowing with fire.

- When his lips part and he sighs, he rests a soft cheek on a black clawed hand. You see his teeth are pointer too, and his tongue when he licks out seems longer, more serpentine. He looks at you- and you can’t imagine you ever saw him look so tired when he was alive- Even with his insomnia.

- “Who are you? Why do I keep having dreams of you?” He asks in a tongue that seems hissing but more gentle- it almost feels like he’s musing more to himself than he is at you, unsure if you can even hear him. “They told me demons weren’t supposed to dream, let alone a prince of hell- but I guess I am a special case. But it’s been months? Who are you?”

- You don’t have a chance to speak before you’re waking, consciousness tugging you up from the depths of the dream. your cheeks are wet with tears but namjoon is there and he’s warm and real and his arms a familiar safe harbor.

- You don’t tell Namjoon about the dream because You don’t talk about Jimin anymore, those memories you have with him are too much of a minefield- but this-this almost seemed too real. But when you cry- namjoon holds onto you like it’s the only thing he can do- the only thing that will make his own grief better is to care for you.

- You shrug it off, try to forget about it- don’t tell Namjoon anything about the strange dreams- even when they persist and this new version of Jimin appears again. Little do you know, when Namjoon Wakes at the first sign of your usual nightmares (you always start by tossing your head against the pillow and trembling) He sees something in the corner of your room.

- It’s just a moment- just a second of a pair of glowing red eyes staring at Namjoon and you before they blink out and you wake. Namjoon knows better than to think they’re just a figment of his imagination. But spirits and even monsters have a habit of sticking around Namjoon because of his abilities- or even seeking him out to ask for help.

- They stick around people like you too- people that are depressed have a habit of being subject to that particular kind of haunting- their energy so easy to feed off of. Namjoon is too strong magically to be at risk of that. But you-you’re so achingly human- almost a perfect meal to the right monster.

- That- Namjoon decides- is what must be drawing whatever it is with red eyes that haunt you.

- Namjoon tries every spell he knows to keep the monster away, but why doesn’t anything work on the specter? One night it lingers even after Namjoon’s woken. It’s staring at him- wide-eyed too- and only seems to pause when he throws a pillow at it in desperation. “Go away! leave her alone- we’ve been through enough already.”

-The shadow seems to pause and almost- through the shadows- Namjoon thinks he recognizes the arch of those lips turned into a frown. But convinces himself that he just misses Jimin so much that he’d see him in every face- even that of a monster.

- You know you shouldn’t linger over the dreams. But they feel so real- you never- you never tell the figment of your imagination who he is, or the face he wears but you do talk with him more. The first night you manage to shake off the sleep paralysis enough to open your mouth the first thing that tumbles out of your mouth is the question that you’d always wanted to ask Jimin and never got the chance to.

- “Were you happy?” the demon that wears your dead lovers face scoffs, and rolls his eyes, and says “of course I don’t know if I was, haven’t you been paying attention? I only keep getting sent here when I fall asleep and I just want to know why- then I’ll leave your dreams or whatever.”

- That action alone is enough to tell you that this is definitely a dream. Because nothing but your brain could have conjured up the way Jimin looks- so heartbreakingly bratty and so him, rambly in the way that he only did when he was trying to work through something.

- It makes your heartache with how much you miss him. It’s definitely not real then no matter how it might feel so- because Jimin is dead and gone and even this- strangely accurate specter of him that your own head has made to save you from your crushing fate of loving someone who is dead is not enough. Even if it does ease that weight incrementally.

- Every night- you and the Jimin in your dreams- the one that looks more like a devil than the angel your boyfriend was, talk. He tells you about the throne that he sits on- so uncomfortable- like you’d understand or the dull diatribes he has to withstand from his other siblings.

- Though that mention in it’s self is a little strange you’d never known any of Jimins family- as all of them had died before you’d met.

- You never tell him where you know him from, or give a hint that you know anything about him at all. No matter how many times this dream version of Jimin asks, you play dumb. because if the only reason why he was there was to try and figure out how he knew you, then telling him would surely make him disappear again.

- And you don’t think you could live through losing Jimin a second time.

- In your daily life, you and namjoon hold onto each other as tightly as you can. it’s horrible to say- but after the first few months- you get used to not mentioning Jimin’s name anymore. Get used to it being just you two. you go out for holiday dinners and start to go on weekly date nights just to- get to know each other again. They say greif makes you a diffrent person and though thats mostly true, the one thing that remains constant is the fact that Namjoon loves you.

- One night, after you and namjoon sleep together in the more carnal sense, more lingering, the first time in a few months that you’d both let yourself put anything other than desperate passion into making love, you wake in the dream world even as you fall asleep bare in Namjoon’s arms,

- Dimly you can feel the cushion of Namjoon’s cheek as it rests against your chest (you know that he loves being able to fall asleep to your heartbeat) but in the dream world, you can feel the anger rolling off Jimin in waves. Especially when he’s suddenly so close, tilting your jaw to get a good look at the love bites on your neck, carried over from the real world into that dream.

- He pulls you close before you have a chance to say more than his name before he noses at the marks, a terrifying growl echoing as he bites his own marks over yours and though you can feel his sharp teeth sink into your skin it doesn’t hurt at all of anything- you think if you where conscious it would make you cum on the spot at the feeling, the white-hot pleasure that instantly flares over every inch of your skin.

- And when he pulls away he laves gentle licks over the mark with his too-long tongue. His growling words are almost feral, possessively so, “You can sleep with whoever you want in this life but remember when you die sunshine- you’re mine.”

- And you’re reached out of the dream so quickly by Namjooon’s shout- “no-get off of her!” As he throws the shadow off of you. The shadow raises a clawed hand to slash at Namjoon. But you get in between them grabbing his wrist. The words slipping out before you realize what they mean “Jimin! Stop! Don’t hurt him!”

- The second your skin touches his, the shadows cloaking jimin dissipate. And Namjoon almost staggers, uttering out Jimin’s name that turns In a shattered sob. And just then- the sound of his name on Namjoon’s tongue brings back a memory.

- The image of the three of you, Jimin’s head in Namjoon’s lap, with you next to them, the elders hand combing over his forehead. sitting out on the grass by the river in a seculded spot. You smile down at him, asking if he’d like some food from the street stands, a flower tucked into your hair. puffy seeds stuck to namjoons lips from blowing away a dandelion wish, a seed that Jimin reaches up to wipe away.

- And another memory, clicking the stock closed in the gun and pulling a bandana over his mouth to hide his identity. It’s only a second- and Jimin is so perplexed by the memories that aren’t his that he varnishes immediately.

- And you and Namjoon are left standing in your bedroom. Looking at each other that the devil’s mark- black as night and curling like smoke that is inked into your neck on the same spot where Jimin bit you in the dream. marking you as his forever (the mark never really goes away, even when you live)

- Namjoon immediately makes his way to the bathroom and hurls his guts up, so shocked- the adrenaline coursing through his system- so- Jimin is alive- well not alive but at least his soul is- his soul isn’t destroyed or being tortured in hell.

- Jimin’s soul is probably doing the torturing actually- if yes what you say he is. You and namjoon have a long conversation-

-“He said he didn’t remember- and I didn’t actually think it was him and I was just so glad to not be dreaming about him dying that I guess I just- convinced myself it was nothing. I’m sorry-I should have told you- i should have” Namjoon as always, gives you a heartbreaking understanding look and shakes his head. “no it’s fine i think i was just…suprised,” because he gets it you guys- you don’t talk about Jimin at all- it brings up too many painful memories.

- But this- why does this feel so much like hope?

-“Do you think he’s going to come back?” He asks you. Because really- this Jimin is one you’re more familiar with at this point than Namjoon is. “He’s still super curious about us I think” you smile- small but there, and Namjoon doesn’t realize until later that it’s the first time he’s seen you truely smile in nearly a year.

- “What I don’t get is why he suddenly like- became a demon right?” And Namjoon’s look darkens.

- “I didn’t want to tell you- because you’ve got to understand- you where so broken after he died and I just couldn’t tell you-“

- “Joonie what is it?”

- “Jimin never told us what he did for a living, but after he died I figured it out.”

- You had no idea that your boyfriend was an assasin, but as namjoon mentions the ghosts, you think things start to fall into place. it makes sense too then- why jimin would have ended up in hell and not in heaven. (later you’ll find out- that there is more too- that Jimin and his half brothers where sired by the devil himself, which is why he has so much free reighn and also the power to walk through nightmares.)

- Sure enough- a few days later Jimin appears at the foot of your bed, shadows no longer encasing him. You sleep on next to namjoon however- Joonie is the only one who waits, knowing by now that Jimin will appear when you sleep. you seem to be linked somehow- maybe it’s Namjoon’s protective charms and own maical soul that prevents Jimin from walking into Namjoon’s dreams as easily as he would yours. one day, Namjoon will have to ask- but for now he just looks at Jimin.

- Namjoon can’t stop starring, drinking in every inch, takeing in Jimin’s horns or at his pale skin unmarked by the accident that killed him, his horns and his teeth. All of him that says demon. The aggression he’d shown before isn’t there, only a quiet shyness as Jimin sits on the edge of the bed and gently rests a clawed hand on your exposed ancle.

- “You- you have memories of me don’t you? You know whoever I was before I went to hell,” Namjoon nodds, playing with a thread on the edge of the comforter. Casting a glance at where you sleep, undisturbed. “what is she dreaming about?” Namjoon asks, and has guessed by now, that Jimin has become some sort of sleep demon, can walk into your dreams and see if he wishes.

-“She’s dreaming the same dream she always does if I don’t-” he breaks off, looking down at you, biting on a plush lip that Namjoon wishes so badly he could cross the room and kiss. How many times had he wished before- that he’d been able to kiss Jimin goodbye? And now having him so close and not feeling able too was torture for Namjoon’s soul.

- He smiles as Jimin looks down at you, his eyes and his expression is so soft. he remembers before Jimin’s death- a night when Jimin looked at you like that, you asleep between the two of them in bed. The same look that always had Namjoon run his knuckles gently over his cheek.

- “She’s so special to us, do you think she knows?” Jimin had once whispered into the same quiet bedroom, his heart aching like it was bound to break from too much love inside. “We can only hope” Namjoon had answered, smiling even as he had kissed away the tears on Jimin’s cheeks. His heart so full of love that it had felt to Jimin like it was breaking.

- That same look now, on the same face even if some things are different- Jimin is still Jimin. “She’s making tea with you while you both wait for me to get home.” He turns those fire bright eyes up to Namjoon, mirth tugging at the corner of his lip as the sadness gives way to the joke. “But she didn’t dream you right, your nose is bigger in real life.”

- Namjoon laugh shocks out of him like a crack of lightning, but you barely stir even when he stands, “well then, would you like some tea? the actual kind?” Jimin nods and follows Namjoon into the kitchen. And when namjoon gives jimin the mug that used to be his favorite when he was alive (a little red one with little bumps running down the sides) Jimin’s clawed hands linger over those ridges, running over them again and again.

- “This was mine wasn’t it?” he asks, something thick in his throat. he looks around at the apartment and wonders what elce he has yet to remember.

- “I want you to show me them- your memories, I want to remember who I was before I died and went to hell.”

- And then later, after Jimin has had a thorough tour of Namjoon’s memories, wandered and wandered and lingered, and come up with more than a few of his own. Namjoon opens his eyes and sees that same softness directed at him. Jimin’s clawed hand cups Namjoon’s chin, a thumb tugging over his lips that part.

- “This was mine too? wasn’t it?” he says softly.

- Namjoon gets his kiss that he never got the day that jimin died. more even, endless kisses that taste like happy tears, soft small kissed that litter across namjoon’s cheekbones, small and fleeting, over his dimples, under his ear- everywhere.

- Everywhere but where he needs until he’s gasping over his tears begging, “kiss me- Jimin please- just-” the grief clogging up his heart and making his words come out in barely a whisper. How many times before had Jimin made him beg and this- this is the only thing he’s ever really wanted.

- Their lips work, desperate and with the will to consume the second they meet. the second that Jimin’s hands find Namjoon’s waist Jimin knows that he will never want them to leave. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t pull back. Jimin’s hands tangle in Namjoon’s hair as he pulls him as close as they can.

- later- more of Jimin’s memories will come back, almost all of them, but for now he’s content to kiss one of his soulmates in the muted grey light of predawn in Namjoon’s kitchen- to wait until you rouse from your dream and go to find them, sitting sideways across Jimin’s lap while Namjoon hovers above, hands in his hair, swapping thankful kisses both of you nod your agreement.

- The kisses are slow and special, and taste of healing and misfireing greif and joy all in one. Confusing and emotionally exhausting but gladly, always gladly had. More asked for, and more healing given. Such is the way with soulmates.

- And even though when the first light of morning touches him- Jimin fades like a mist in the oncoming light. You don’t have to worry- because you know he will always come back to you, in whatever form he may take.

- When Namjoon goes into the living room, he finds the soulflower- Jimin’s origional one no longer dried up and cracked brown. It looks Perfectly bloomed, fleshy and as fresh as it was the first day Namjoon ever saw it, sitting in it’s jar unattached to the rest of the soulflower but still alive like it never wilted at all.

- Only now, it’s black instead of red.

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