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Just Give Me One Bad Night

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“Morning little fairy,” came the low voice. The all too familiar voice. “I’m starving, it’s time to get up.”

“Five more minutes,” he grumbled back, nose tucked under his covers. Thankfully the blinds were down—

Sunlight pierced into the dark room suddenly and his eyelids did little to shield the intensity of the bright beams.

“I said get up,” the voice demanded, deep and annoyed.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered just as pissed off. “You’re really needy, you know.” He opened his eyes only to wince and cover them with the back of his hand. “Maybe if you were a little compassionate and empathetic to my sleep schedule we wouldn’t have all these problems.”

“Sorry I’m not pathetic like you and need to sleep.”

God, you’re an ass in the morning,” he whined, leaning up out of bed and pushing the covers to the side to swing his legs over the edge.

“Next time I’ll make you breakfast in bed and dump it on you.”

“You? Cook for me? Please,” he looked up, locking eyes with a dark figure leaning beside the window.

He was dressed in his usual outfit: black skinny leather pants, a pair of combat boots strapped to his feet with a slight heel, and a skin-tight, sheer, long-sleeve top. If the oversized black jacket wasn’t on, his nipple piercings would be shining in the bright light of the sun. His hair was long enough to cover his brows and hide the intention in his eyes. Ears were pierced with two silver hoops and a thin chain hung from his neck below his shirt. The pair of twisted horns at the crown of his head pointed to the ceiling in sinister points, sharp enough to cut diamonds. His whip like tail was still at his side as he shoved a hand in his jacket pocket.

“You get’em polished recently?” he asked the black clad individual across the room, gesturing to the space above his own head.

“Jimin if you don’t get out of that bed in the next five seconds—”

“Jeez, calm down Prince of Darkness. I was just trying to give you a compliment.” He stood up to his feet and stretched his arms above his head, flexing them. His shirt lifted slightly, to expose the arches of his hips and the cool morning air tickled at his flesh only to warm in the sun’s rays.

“I’m not in the mood,” the other sighed. “But yes, I polished them last night while you were asleep,” he explained plainly, smoothing a hand over the ridged bone.

“Well they look really nice,” Jimin smiled as he stripped down till his body was bare. He faced away from the other so he could only see his back. There was no need to be modest, the creature had seen him naked many times, but Jimin liked to keep parts of himself private and out of reach of prying eyes.

“Thank you,” the deep voice softened suddenly. “I…I’m sorry about being a dick. I’m just really hungry.”

“I know,” Jimin assured him calmly. “It’s called being hangry,” he smirked, pulling up a pair of clean boxer briefs. “At least I know we have that in common.”

“True,” the other chuckled.

Jimin finished getting dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a pale blue button up shirt. It was made with a very light and flowy fabric that he tucked into his jeans and secured with a black belt. He slipped on a pair of socks and jumbled his dirty clothes in his arms to toss into the hamper as he made his way to the bathroom. “I just need to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth,” he called over his shoulder.

“Take your time,” the other said and Jimin heard him take a seat in the rocking chair in his bedroom.

He walked into the open space of his small living room and crossed the threshold to the bathroom a few steps down the wall.

He brushed his teeth and did his business, taking a moment to look himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. He looked presentable enough for the day. His hair was a little disheveled, but it was nothing a few comb strokes and gel couldn’t fix. He parted it above his brow and let the pointed ends of the bangs fall to the outside corner of his eyes. His roots were beginning to show through the platinum blond of his hair, and he knew he was due for another dye soon.

Once his hair was touched up, he moved to his eyelids and applied a little dark pigment to give a slight smoky eye with one of his favorite shadow pallets. He pulled a pinkish nude gloss from a makeup organizing tray beside the sink and applied it to his plump lips. He pursed his lips together, sliding them until they were coated, and popped them back into place. Content with his work, Jimin slipped the gloss into his pocket and exited the bathroom.

He crossed the living room and entered his bedroom, the creature sitting patiently in the rocking chair with an elbow propped on the cushioned arm, chin wrested on his fist as he gazed out the window.

Jimin grabbed his side purse from the nightstand and dropped his lip gloss into it. Next he checked his phone. 7:36am. God was it early. No notifications, thankfully. He slid his phone into his purse as well and his apartment keys too. Next he put on a few of his rings, fastened a dainty silver watch onto his wrist, and pressed some silver studs in his earlobes.

“Okay,” he started, “I’m ready.”

“Good because I think my stomach is about to digest itself,” the creature groaned.

Jimin lead the way out of his room and walked to the door that would lead to the exit of his apartment. He slipped on a pair of Dr. Martens and shrugged a comfortable leather jacket over his shoulders, zipping it halfway up before setting a pair of black sunglasses over his eyes.

“Do you want a pair?” he offered, picking up another from the high table beside the door and holding them out to the other.

“Yeah,” he nodded, receiving the pair and putting them on immediately. “Thanks.”

They walked out the door together, Jimin twisting the lock on his way out and shutting the door behind them. The two headed down the hallway and rounded a corner to step down the stairs that lead to the ground floor. A resident was on his way up the stairs and spotted Jimin.

“Park Jimin,” he smiled. “How are you?”

The man was tall with broad shoulders, an inviting energy flowed around him, his cheeks so full with merriment they puffed up like they were ready to pop.

“Doing very well,” Jimin offered, matching his energy while his counterpart moved to the side to let the resident pass by them. “And you?” he asked, looking over his shoulder. “How’s the acting job?”

“It’s great!” he cheered. “Don’t be surprised if you see me all over the TV someday.”

“I expect nothing less from Worldwide Handsome,” Jimin giggled up to his neighbor who had paused at the top of the stairs and he at the bottom.

“You know it! Good seeing you Jimin-ah,” he waved with a beautiful smile.

“You too Jin-hyung,” he grinned and bowed his head slightly. The two turned their backs and proceeded on their route.

“He’s so annoying.”

He tsked at that comment. “Yoongi, you need to be a little less judgmental of people you don’t know,” Jimin whispered under his breath as he pushed open the door to step outside.

“No. You need to be a little less nice to people or you’ll get trampled by scum like that guy,” he spat. “Worldwide Handsome. Who the fuck calls themself that?”

“He does,” Jimin whispered even softer as a woman passed him on the sidewalk.

“Well I think it’s ridiculous,” Yoongi said bitterly.

“Okay just forget it,” Jimin hissed a bit louder when he was certain no one was around. “Where do you want to eat?”

He could see Yoongi looking from side to side as they continued to walk. He peered across the street for a moment longer than normal and arched his neck to get a better look.

“Hold on,” he said and Jimin did as he was told and looked across the street as well. He didn’t expect to see anything, he just wanted to know where Yoongi was taking him. “There’s an alter near the park,” he pointed a sharp, elongated fingernail in the direction he intended to go. He intended to bring them.

“Anything good?”

“It’s strong whatever it is,” Yoongi answered with a curl at the corner of his lip. “Let’s go,” he grinned.

Jimin gave a subtle nod, signaling his partner to lead the way. He followed him diligently through the maze of the city. Luckily the park was close by, Jimin had a general idea of where it was in association with his apartment and was grateful they wouldn’t have to travel far to get Yoongi fed. They passed through crowds of people heading into work and kept quiet. Eventually Jimin plugged in a pair of headphones and began to play music on his phone. He trusted Yoongi would be cautious and move slow enough for him to keep up. He couldn’t eat without Jimin after all.

They entered the park, Yoongi growing impatient and turning around to check on Jimin who was taking his time. His pupils were reduced to pin heads and his skin was exceptionally pale. He was moments away from a complete meltdown and Jimin wasn’t about to unleash that side of Yoongi onto the world. Against his best interest he walked with more of a purpose and caught up to the creature. He was led to the back side of the park into a forested section most people steered away from. He took out his headphones when Yoongi picked up the pace and started at a light jog down the narrow trail with his tail whipping behind him.

“Hey,” Jimin shouted, not prepared to run in the slightest.

The path ended all of a sudden but Yoongi pushed forward, only slowing down when he spotted a slab of stone.

“There,” he pointed to the stone, Jimin seeing it for himself now as he stood beside Yoongi, finally caught up.

They approached the stone, leaves crunching under Jimin’s boots, the sun casting long shadows of trees all around them.

“It’s fresh,” Yoongi smiled widely.

Jimin was thankful for that, he would have been disappointed if he ran out into the middle of the woods for something subpar of what Yoongi wanted.

As they approached the slab the metallic smell of blood and flesh flooded Jimin’s sense of smell. He looked over the carcass and noticed only a few flies buzzing around the mouth. Blood had been spilt and pooled in the divots and ridges of the symbol etched into the rock.

“Yes,” Yoongi moaned victoriously, gazing over the sacrifice with a ferocious hunger.

Jimin knew what he had to do without being told, he’d practiced it many times with Yoongi. He stood in front of the sacrifice and offered his open palm, whispering an evocation. His tone was soft and calm opposed to the first time he had done this. He remembered being so scared he would mess up and Yoongi’s wrath would unleash on him. Or worse. Yoongi would leave him alone.

A sharp pain stung at the skin he offered and immediately after his hand was flipped palm down and held in place above the pig carcass. Blood pooled at his palm and began to drip onto the motionless animal, his eyes watching the drop splash onto the pink flesh, painting it crimson.

Yoongi held his hand steady above the animal, making sure every drop fell onto his soon to be meal. His chest heaving as he brought the hand that had cut Jimin licked the blood from his pointed nail. Yoongi’s whole body seemed to tense at the taste, his eyes snapping shut and a drawn out moan brushed over his throat.

Jimin finished his evocation, successfully summoning Yoongi to the sacrifice to claim as his. He gazed over at Yoongi who fixed him with a deep and borderline lustful stare. His pale lips parted, and a tongue emerged, slowly trailing up Jimin’s palm to clean the blood off his skin.

It was slick with saliva and searing hot, just as Jimin knew it would be. The feeling was exciting, Yoongi’s tongue dragging over the small wound. It stung at first but transformed into something blissful, comforting even. There were times when Jimin wondered what it would be like to kiss Yoongi and have that same sensation only in a more intimate situation. Nothing more than a thought though, he wasn’t intending on making it happen. Perhaps that little trick with his tongue came in handy, being an incubus and all.

If he didn’t know better he’d think Yoongi was high, his eyes hooded slightly, movements sluggish and touch tender. It was one of the only times he saw Yoongi totally relaxed. He gave one last drag of his tongue up Jimin’s palm until the cut was sealed and then directed his attention to the animal carcass on the stone. Jimin watched Yoongi’s eyes dilate before he hunched over the animal, ready to feed.

Jimin turned away and allowed Yoongi to devour his newly claimed sacrifice in peace. It probably didn’t matter if he watched or not, but Jimin was squeamish when it came to the evisceration of animals. Beyond that he felt awkward watching Yoongi eat. It would be like going out with a friend and watching them wolf down a whole meal and sitting in silence as it happened. It’s uncomfortable for everyone involved.

The second he heard a large bone snap a chill rippled down his spine. Jimin reached back into his purse and plugged his headphones in his ears, unable to listen to the sounds emanating from the stone tablet.

This is going to be a while.

“Uhh,” Yoongi keened in contentment with a hand pressed to his upper stomach. “That was perfect,” he announced, collapsing in the chair across from Jimin. They sat in a small café together, Jimin checking his phone while he waited on his breakfast order to be called.

No one was within ear shot of him so Jimin didn’t need to worry about people thinking he was talking to thin air. “What made that one so good?” he whispered behind his device.

“For one, the sacrifice was fresh. You recited the evocation like a natural. And your blood is rich as hell,” Yoongi smirked from across the table, giving his best effort at smooth talking.

Jimin would be damned if he said it wasn’t working. He blushed down at the screen and lifted his phone slightly to hide the little smile he wore.

“I just think it’s funny you have to be ‘summoned’ to eat,” Jimin whispered, his coy grin ever present.

“Not my rules,” Yoongi confessed, picking at his thumb nail with the other and working the cuticle back. He used his nails to tear into flesh and needed them to be sharp and healthy.

If Jimin hadn’t known he was fists deep in a pig a little under an hour ago he never could’ve guessed it by how clean Yoongi looked. The power Yoongi had was sinister but he generally used it for practical reasons. Like whisking away all the blood and guts from his skin and clothes to leave himself spotless.

“If I had the ability to eat freely your world would experience something short of a famine. I, and the rest of us, would bleed your livestock dry,” Yoongi tacked on blandly, looking over his nails one last time before gazing across the table to punctuate his point.

Jimin’s eyes widened at that and his lips formed into a pout. “I didn’t think of it that way,” he muttered, barely moving his mouth when someone passed by their table.

“Mmm,” Yoongi grinned. “You need to remember, us demons take what we want when provoked.”

“Yeah like my clothes when you get bored with your gloomy getup,” Jimin rolled his eyes.

Yoongi laughed at that and reclined into his chair, arms coming up to cradle the back of his head right as a young man was walking behind him. One of his horns caught the coffee cup held in a loose grip and knocked it to the floor. He felt the initial impact and spun around in his chair to see a young man standing still as a statue with his hand still out where the coffee was supposed to be.

“Shit,” the stranger cussed under his breath, accessing the damage at his feet, hot coffee pooling on the tile and edging under Yoongi’s seat. 

The incubus howled with laughter as he stood up and sat on the edge of the table to get out of the way.

Jimin was on his feet too and rushing across the store to the napkin dispenser. Yoongi’s laughs were contagious, he couldn’t help but chuckle when he returned to the spill with two handfuls of napkins. 

When he returned, the patron was crouching down and using the few napkins he already had to sop up the hot liquid.

“Just a spill,” Jimin smiled, kneeling down beside him and offering the stranger one of the bunches of napkins.

The young man looked over to Jimin with a grateful sigh and a lopsided smile. “Yeah, I guess my hand just malfunctioned or something,” he gave a small embarrassed laugh.

Jimin laughed along with him, knowing that was not the case at all. “It happens,” he assured.

Being so close, he finally took a moment to look the young man over. He was dressed in a white shirt with the word “Gucci” printed across the chest, a denim jacket, black slim jeans, and a pair of white high-top Nikes at his feet. How he managed to spare them from the coffee, Jimin was baffled. Diamond studs decorated his earlobes and a thin silver chain with an azure moon pendant that matched his hair color sat above his shirt. Jimin had to say, he was a pretty handsome individual.

They got to work soaking up most of the coffee until a store worker came over and announced someone would be coming to clean the floor and they didn’t have to worry. She thanked them for their efforts and asked the young man what he’d ordered so she could fix him up another drink.

“Just a small black coffee,” he told her.

“I’ll get that right away,” she promised him with a sweet smile and returned behind the counter to get started on his order.

“Thanks again for helping,” the blue haired stranger blushed with a hand rubbing at the back of his head.

Jimin nodded, “Of course. Anyone would do the same.”

“Probably not,” came a brutally honest input from the demon sitting on the table. Jimin acted like he didn’t hear him.

“Well I really appreciate it—”

“Vanilla caramel latte and a pecan banana muffin!” a barista called from the counter.

“Oh, that’s me!” Jimin cheered quietly. “It was nice meeting you…” 

“Uh, Tae! Taehyung,” the blue haired individual stammered and gave a polite bow.

“Jimin,” he smiled back with squinting eyes when his cheeks rose. He loved turning strong men into bashful boys, it came so easy to him. He bowed his head out of respect and flashed Taehyung one last smirk over his shoulder before he strutted to the counter to receive his food and drink.

Yoongi watched the whole thing go down, he eyeballed Taehyung who stood in place for a moment too long and watched Jimin’s retreating back. Then his eyes caught something lower and a red heat erupted over his cheeks and he ducked away to a table on the far side of the café.

The demon wore a shit eating grin when Jimin returned with his order and opted to sit at a different table away from the spill.

“What?” he mumbled quietly, sitting down in his new chair and popping the top off his drink to let it cool a bit.

Yoongi came in close, bracing one hand at the top of the chair behind Jimin, and the other on the table to cage him where he sat.

The energy in the room shifted into something dark and menacing. The light above his table flickered and the hair on his thighs and arms rose to poke painfully against his clothes.

Jimin could feel a gust of breath fan hot across his neck and with a quick look to the side he saw Yoongi’s pupils dilate heavily. He was terrifying when he was turned on, which happened to be a good portion of the time in any given day.

Jimin was slowly learning the cons of being followed by an incubus.

The demon’s nose brushed against the shell of Jimin’s ear and elicited a sharp chill that ran down his spine to pool in his lower abdomen. He gulped audibly to hide any indicator that he was growing hot and bothered by the downright erotic acts Yoongi was performing.

Jimin’s ear was nuzzled fondly as the hand on the table rose slowly to take a gentle hold of his neck and keep him from moving away. Thick black nails pressed to his skin at his throat, igniting a blaze of dangerous sensations.

“Yoongi,” Jimin pleaded through gritted teeth, doing his best to act normal in a public space.

“That kid was staring at your ass the whole time your back was turned,” the demon whispered with lust lacing his tongue. “But that’s what you were hoping for, wasn’t it? My little fairy.” Yoongi leaned away and stood up straight, the hand at Jimin’s throat scratching him gently under the chin like a domesticated animal. “What do you say we finish up here and relieve some of that sexual tension you have? Hmm?” Yoongi baited with a beautiful smile.

“You’d like that,” Jimin mumbled, pushing Yoongi’s hand away and playing it off like he had an itch on his neck to avoid suspicion if anyone happened to look.

“And you wouldn’t?” the incubus asked, knowing the answer.

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Yoongi has tried many times to seduce Jimin and more than once he’s gotten close, but it always ends with Jimin politely refusing his advances. Thankfully the incubus has a sliver of decency to let up when Jimin has expressed his opposition and eventually things return to normal between them. Yoongi complaining, Jimin trying to cheer him up and be a good person which the demon finds nauseating. Jimin is more than kind to him and to others, Yoongi is always telling him he’s going to get hurt one way or another by offering up so much of himself and expecting nothing in return. One day he’ll want something. Need someone.

Maybe that’s why Yoongi hasn’t moved on. As far as Jimin knows, it isn’t normal for an incubus to linger with a human, in fact it’s unnatural.

They lurk in the night and put their victim in a state of warped reality to trick humans into thinking they’re asleep. When in actuality they’re wide awake. That’s when the fun begins, according to Yoongi. Once the veil is drawn, the demon can play.

Jimin has experienced this altered state of consciousness only once, which was the first night Yoongi visited him.

Jimin had constructed his own alter right below the window in his bedroom. It was beautiful. He had collected a wide variety of wildflowers and strung them together with a small piece of twine. There was a shallow bowl, white with a golden rim. A ring bowl no doubt. It was filled with essential oils almost to the brim. A drop of blood was dropped from a trembling finger into the boil. The red coiled and clouded until it settled at the bottom. An incense stick was lit and Jimin crawled into bed. It burnt to the very end, the ashes caught on the stand. And once the last wisp of smoke left the stick, Yoongi formed from the shadow behind the rocking chair.

He crossed the space to find a figure sound asleep in bed. Yoongi stood at the side of the bed, hands tucked in his pockets and his tail waving slowly behind him. When his head tilted to the side his bangs moved to reveal his eyes.

Yoongi focused his gaze at the side of his summoner’s head. His hand reached over and brushed blond bangs away from the enchanting face hiding beneath. The demon’s breath hitched in his throat. Before he could think, his feet were moving backwards and he was struggling to breathe.

Nothing happened though. His hand didn’t sting, his eyes didn’t water, his chest didn’t feel like someone plunged a spear through it. Nothing. Yoongi was sure that the being lying in bed was an angel. If not that then an arch angel. He was confused and struggling to comprehend how a mere mortal could have him panic so easily.

When he managed to calm down he approached the bed again. The young man hadn’t moved, he breathed softly through parted lips. Lips so plump—Yoongi noted—they perked up slightly. Everything about this individual drew him in. He wanted to see more of him. He wanted to know what his voice sounded like, what his hair smelt like, how his neck tasted. Yoongi wanted, needed, to know everything about this young man.

All he had was a name and a face.

Park Jimin.

The incubus conjured up the serum he needed to wake Jimin in a hallucination. The liquid from the bowl at Jimin’s alter swirled in the air with a flick of Yoongi’s wrist. It coiled and wove through the air like the opposite pole of a magnet to Yoongi’s open palm. It hovered in the air above Yoongi’s hand for a moment longer until the color shifted into a deep indigo. Through the whole process Yoongi’s watchful gaze hadn't lifted from Jimin’s face. He was intent on memorizing every feature before he took his palm with the serum hovering just above his skin and pressed it down over Jimin’s nose and lips.

Yoongi made the serum particularly strong. He had free range to manipulate anything he desired, and for Jimin he’d give him the world. When their two realms collided, Yoongi paid extra attention to the detail on the jewelry he presented on Jimin’s body, the things he loved most, and sensations he’d find relaxing. It seemed to work.


Jimin opened his eyes to find himself sitting up in bed. But things were...different.

Everything felt like a dream, he was convinced he was still asleep when he looked around to find himself in an expansive bedroom, walled in white and black Calcutta marble. Gold leaf painted across the domed ceiling. The massive bed he sat on was draped with gold silk sheets and a beautiful array of pillows. All around him plants grew at the base of each wall and blossomed with sweet smelling flowers. Butterflies of all shapes and colors danced in the air throughout the open space, a few gracing Jimin with an occasional flyby. One being so kind as to land on an open palm he presented to the delicate creature.

The sound of trickling water soothed his nerves immensely. He closed his eyes a moment and let his shoulders relax to the calming melody. The butterfly stepped off his palm and jittered away to a nearby flower, where it perched and flashed Jimin its beautiful indigo wings.

”You’re so pretty,” he called to her when the delicate being flew back over to him and landed on shoulder. He cooed to her like a child, complimenting her as if she understood.

A shimmery caught his attention on his body suddenly.

When he looked down at himself he saw his upper body was bare, safe for an intricate necklace of gold and amethyst chains that laced across his chest in dazzling patterns. His wrists wore gold bands that jingled when he moved. A weight was felt at his head and he lifted his golden ringed fingers to feel what he deemed a simple tiara that dipped down to a V at his forehead with a pair of points above his ears.

He was covered in wealth. And for what? He thought. Perhaps in this dream he was fantasizing of being a prince, or someone of royal blood and wanted to be decorated in gems and precious gold. Jimin thought he looked gorgeous. He felt sexy in thin chains and jewels. A desirable person he had become in this dream and it filled him with pride. If only he could achieve this outside of his dream and feel this confidence in reality.

The butterfly took off yet again and Jimin’s eyes traveled lower.

His legs were covered by a pair of obscenely soft and baggy golden pants that secured tightly at his ankles. But something was peculiar. Amongst the golds and the he purples there were ten spots of black.

Long, smooth, sharp, fingernails.

That’s when he saw a pair of hands at his waist and felt the presence of another behind him.

A chest at his back.

For some reason he wasn’t scared, a part of him knew someone was there, as if he’d sensed it. The nails gently scraped up his torso and rested just under his chest. Jimin looked over his shoulder and met the face the hands belonged to.

He was beautiful, the other man. His black hair was pushed back to reveal a pale forehead, lips plump and smiling down at him lovingly with a warmth in his dark eyes. The horns at his head impressive and strong, Jimin couldn’t help but reach back and touch one of them. It was smooth like stone, the structure reminding him of a Markhor, corkscrewed at a slight angle and sharpened to fine points.

The creature wore a similar tiara only he didn’t have the points above the ears and a thin tear drop gemstone hung from the end of the V on his forehead. All of the jewelry he wore matched Jimin’s, only it was silver, and the amethyst was replaced by garnet crystals.

They didn’t speak a word to each other. They didn’t have to. Yoongi was leaning in and Jimin lolling his neck to the side. He was kissed passionately, heat radiating from the wake of each peck garnishing his neck. A gentle hand pushed beneath the jewels on his chest at a snail’s pace until a middle finger found a soft nipple. Jimin remembers how his back arched to the touch and a quiet gasp fell from his parted lips.

He felt the pad of the finger trace lazy circles around the tip of the nub, coaxing it to harden. The other hand dipped lower down his stomach and a nail pushed between his waist and pants, followed by a few more when Jimin realized what was about to happen.

He brought his hands down and held the intruding wrist at his pelvis in place, preventing the searching hand from going any further. The lips and tongue at his neck froze in place then they were removed entirely.

Jimin eased the hand out from his pants and placed it on the bed daintily, then did the same with the other at his chest.

He turned his body to face Yoongi and splayed his hands on his shoulders lightly. He locked eyes with the demon and granted a frail smile. “Thank you. But it’s not time,” Jimin explained.

He crawled off the bed and stood to his bare feet. Crossing the span of the room, Jimin spotted a glass carafe of what he knew to be wine. He poured two glasses and sauntered back to the bed, hips swaying. There was no doubt in his mind he was a tease. Jimin had no problem in admitting it. He wanted men to work for his attention, prove to him they deserved his affection. Otherwise he was disinterested and the game was over. He lived for the challenge, he loved having fun. And for some reason he found an interest in this demon. Not many people caught his eye. A demon being the rarest of all. And an incubus at that.

Jimin summoned him, knew he was coming. Knew this dream like state was brought on by the power of the man sitting in the bed. He didn’t understand it all, but he expected this to encounter all the same.

”Here,” he offered a glass to the incubus who received it with a warm gaze. Jimin got back on the bed and waddled towards the creature on his knees, making sure his abs were flexed as he grew closer. He was going to flaunt everything he had. A hopeless flirt.

”You’re stunning,” came a gravely whisper, eyes drawn to Jimin’s exposed chest and stomach.

Jimin took a sip of his wine and situated himself amongst the pillows, facing Yoongi with his legs tucked and an arm propped up to rest his head in his hand. “Thank you,” he grinned around his glass and took another swig of the bitter drink. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

”Mm,” Yoongi hummed to the comment, a smirk etching his face as he moved closer. With his eyes locked on Jimin’s he stood to his knees and reached over to place his half full glass on a nightstand, his free hand taking a tender hold of Jimin’s shoulder. “Can I help you,” he touched his nose to Jimin’s then pulled away to marvel at the plump lips before him through hooded eyes, “Park Jimin?” His gaze snapped back up with a slow blink and Jimin could see the lust swirling in Yoongi’s stare. It took everything in him to resist pressing forward and giving into instinct, but somehow Jimin managed to calm his arousal and pet Yoongi’s cheek.

”Keep me company,” Jimin whispered, his glance to Yoongi’s exposed chest obvious and purposeful. He made damn sure Yoongi watched as he devoured him with his eyes.

The incubus went to lean in for a kiss, eyes barely open and tricking Jimin into following his lips as he pulled away. “You’re going to be a handful,” he snickered when the human was caught lurching back to the pillows bashfully and trying to hide his very obvious change in posture.

The demon settled down into the bed and stared up at Jimin with a bent elbow and a hand propping up his head, arching his body.

“Lay with me,” he encouraged in a kind whisper, his form inviting, his energy welcoming. “I’ll be the only company you’ll ever need.”

Jimin fancied the idea of resting beside someone and after he set his glass down beside the other on the nightstand, he crawled over to the enchanting figure. He lied down on his side facing Yoongi and snuggled his way into his arms. He felt protected and peaceful, the being holding him whispering sweet things into his ear as he slowly drifted back into a deep sleep. Aware that the hands on him, the legs tangled in his, the lips pressed to his forehead were all physically a part of his reality.


”He was cute as hell! I think you should bring him back here—“ Yoongi pointed to the ground, “—and all three of us could fuck. It’s a win, win, win.”

”That’s a great idea! And then you can explain to him that it wasn’t a dream the next morning and never have to see him again!” Jimin mocked excitedly. “Oh wait! I'll have to see him again!” Jimin guaranteed as he placed his keys and glasses down on the table beside the front door.

Yoongi snickered at that and shed his big jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He unzipped a boot and dropped that too, then the other and plopped down face first onto the couch. Jimin picked up the trail leading to Yoongi and lobbed it all against the wall by the door.

”You’re so lazy,” Jimin snarled, picking up a pillow from the couch and chucking it down at Yoongi’s head with a small amount of force. “And don’t say stuff like that,” he whined. “It makes me feel gross.”

The demon rolled onto his back and tucked his legs up just in time for Jimin to sit down by his feet. He took the pillow over his head and tucked it under for better neck support. Eyeing a forlorn Jimin, Yoongi lifted his tail to wrap loosely at his ankle. Then a hand was rising to Jimin’s face and his long nails tickling at a rosy pink cheek. “It doesn’t make you feel gross,” Yoongi began, “it makes you feel naughty,” he winked.

Jimin swatted his hand away and shook his leg, but the tail held fast to his ankle. “Unbelievable,” he spat and went to stand only for Yoongi to launch his legs out and wrap himself around Jimin’s waist.

Don’t leave,” he whined, lurching his torso up and folding his arms around Jimin. He acted as an anchor and cemented himself to the other man. “Pleeeaasseee I’ll stop, I promise. I just want to snuggle,” Yoongi whimpered, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder with big puppy eyes.

Jimin laughed heartily, his whole chest heaving as he brought his arms up and gripped Yoongi’s forearm. The demon loved the way his teeth shined and his lips glowed with a light pink tint from his gloss. His eyes were squinted and his hair flowing back off his forehead. An image of beauty. A strong jaw and neck, cute little ears. Yoongi stared up at him in a daze, eyes fluttering from every little feature. His heart filled with affection, a sense of attraction, a need to protect.

If any of the other incubi knew about Jimin... He didn’t want to think about it. Thankfully this territory has been uninhabited for a long time. Yoongi took the space and claimed it as his a while ago when he was summoned on accident by a group of paranormal investigators.

Then one night he was summoned to this very apartment.


”Okay but are we going to actually snuggle or are we going to do your version,” Jimin giggled.

The demon tilted his head to the side cutely. "Depends on what you want," Yoongi offered.

Jimin's smile slowly dissolved the more he thought about what Yoongi had just said. His brain started to crank with ideas, thoughts he wanted to keep pushed down rose to the surface and corrupted the safest parts of his conscious.

"What is it?" Yoongi whispered, a hand rubbing through his black hair. Jimin grew small as he ducked his head down and tightened his arms to his chest. The demon refused to move away when his human grew quiet like this. He would wait for hours in silence if he had to. "You can tell me."

Jimin blushed wildly. "Well," he tried, "when you kiss my skin..."

Yoongi purred. He shifted his legs and straddled Jimin's lap with his hands planted on muscular shoulders. "Go on," he encouraged. Lips meeting with soft flesh.

Jimin gasped at the touch and without realizing it his head rolled to the side and effectively gave Yoongi all the access he desired. Moist lips danced across the ridge of Jimin’s neck. He felt the areas of contact burning away at his flesh only to settle into a sensation of pure ecstasy. He had a hard time understanding what was happening to his body at the touch but whatever it was he didn’t want it to stop. He felt euphoric, his skin itching for more of the sweet pleasure building inside of him. There was nothing like it.

He got butterflies in his stomach when he was kissed by human men. He seared in a fire of instinct driven passion when his incubus kissed him. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be kissed on other parts of his body. The thought had him shaking. Yoongi only played with his neck and hands, probably because it was all Jimin could handle. But he was feeling adventurous today and craved more.

His neck was sucked and licked softly, Yoongi treating him so nicely, as he always did. Jimin saw spots when he opened his eyes to look at the ceiling above. He hadn’t realized how far back his eyes had traveled in his skull until he gained some bearing. Only to lose it again when Yoongi started rocking his hips into his lap.

Jimin was struggling to compose his thoughts with the demon acting so lewd. Heat was building between them where their crotches met. It sent a sharp flare of pain up Jimin's stomach and down his thighs, coaxing him to whine in surprise. Then it turned into something dangerously sensual and his jaw dropped with a quiet moan. He wrapped his arms at Yoongi’s neck to steady himself and the demon gave a silly victory hum. ”Y-Yoongi,” Jimin struggled to speak, his awareness slipping away and his loss of control evident.

It scared him but it also excited him.

His hips slowed to a stop, he plucked his lips off the young man’s neck, and leaned back with a look of mischief. “You better talk before I make it harder to breathe,” he threatened Jimin, but his voice was comforting and far from predatory. Yoongi’s pupils were blown and his skin ablaze with desire, Jimin could feel the heat radiating through his sheer shirt.

”I wanted to ask you,” Jimin took a desperate breath and swallowed, “what it'd feel like if you kissed me.”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed, a look of bewilderment creasing his forehead. “I just did kiss you...”

Jimin averted his eyes, embarrassed as ever. “I mean on the lips...”

The edges of Yoongi’s lips curled to reveal something strictly evil. Jimin didn’t think his pupils could get any wider until the demon’s eyes contracted to pin points then shrouded completely in black. The room grew cold around them, the only heat Jimin could feel was Yoongi and it was burning him through his clothes. It was uncomfortable at first but now he sought the warmth. The lights in the living room began to flicker sporadically until they turned off with a pop, plunging them into darkness, safe for the beam of sun peering through the window in his bedroom cascading into the living room. “Why the sudden change of heart?” Yoongi whispered, his voice low.

Jimin dared another glance at the demon looming above him and found a kind face patiently awaiting an answer.

”Tell me,” Yoongi encouraged, the grit in his voice still there. For assurance in his interest, Yoongi placed his hand on Jimin’s cheek and smoothed his thumb along his cheekbone, being careful to keep his nail from grazing his open eye.

The young man calmed from the touch, leaned into the comforting hand and exhaled through his nose. “When you kiss my neck I feel like you’re burning me. But then it feels amazing and it spreads around my body.” Jimin placed a hand over Yoongi’s and whispered, “I want to know what it’s like...”

”On the lips?” the incubus offered.

Jimin’s gaze was heavy. “Yes.”

Yoongi, through all of his desire, mentally took a step back. This wasn’t a typical situation for him. He wasn’t going to make out with a human, fuck him in his sheets, and leave.

This was Jimin. And he cared for him immensely.

Yoongi felt obligated to keep him safe and what he was asking for was reckless and could damage something meant to be special. Jimin would be aware of what was happening and he wasn’t going to be tricked like the countless others Yoongi played with. Granted they all had free will to stop his advances but Yoongi took extra time to seek humans that would have no issue being fucked. He made sure they wanted it before hand, and during.

Jimin was a different story. He summoned Yoongi, on purpose. He called for him and instead of sex he asked for company. This was new to Yoongi and he wasn’t about to mess it up.

“I’m thrilled you want to try that, Jimin. But you need to understand...once you start,” Yoongi came in close and rested his forehead against Jimin’s with his eyes closed, “your body won’t want to stop.”

”What do you mean?” he asked, nerves building inside of him at the statement.

”I’m an incubus,” Yoongi affirmed. “I was created to seduce. Everything about me is meant to draw you in.”

”I know,” Jimin said boldly.

But Yoongi knew he underestimated the power he possessed over him. He moved his head back and placed the hand at Jimin’s cheek to his shoulder. “No. You don’t,” his tone was stern now but his eyes sympathetic. “Your body will move to its own accord...and you’ll lose control. Rational thought takes a back seat, that’s what makes incubi so dangerous.”

”But you’re not dangerous to me,” Jimin pouted, his hands lacing at the back of Yoongi’s neck.

The demon couldn’t help but snicker, “You really want this.”

”I want to try,” and he pulled Yoongi close and kissed him gentle on the cheek.

Yoongi thought he was going for the lips and once he felt the kiss land on the skin of his cheek he smirked widely. “You're such a tease,” he snarled, grabbing Jimin’s face between both of his hands and pushing him against the couch. “I just want to eat you!” he yelled, the smirk on his face never fading.

Jimin laughed and without warning took a hold of Yoongi’s nipples through his shirt and rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers.

"Do it," Jimin taunted with a cheeky grin.

Yoongi nearly lost his mind at the touch and instinctively gyrated his hips, making sure he rubbed particularly rough against Jimin's bulge. "You would absolutely piss off every other demon pulling shit like this," Yoongi guaranteed through gritted teeth, the smirk on his lips pulling higher to reveal his gums.

Jimin gave a breathy chuckle, his brain liquifying at the fire building between his legs. "And it doesn't make you mad?" he asked.

"Not at all," came the sinister reply but Jimin could hear the sweetness hidden behind it.

His voice took on a similar tone, the smile fading from his lips as he drew closer and stared harshly into the black depths of Yoongi's eyes, "You must be unique then." He straightened his back and came nose to nose with the demon, demonstrating his dominance and freezing Yoongi in place.

Yoongi wanted to push him, wanted to get him on his back and fuck him into the couch until he was numb. Jimin's legs limp and chest heaving, unable to breath through his bruised throat. He wanted to be ruthless and devour his human. But more than that he felt the ridiculous urge to make sweet and tender love to him. "Go ahead," Yoongi baited, eyes dragging down to Jimin's lips and back to his stare. "Try it," he whispered enticingly.

Jimin giggled. He fucking giggled and shoved Yoongi to the side to fall onto the couch. Rising to his feet he walked to the kitchenette and poured himself a glass of water.

"You little. Mother. Fucker," Yoongi growled, rage consuming him as Jimin leaned against the counter, eyeing him with a smirk wrapped around his glass. "You drive me fucking crazy. You know that, right?" he snapped, sitting upright on the couch, his erection painful in his pants.

The young man almost spit up his drink in hysterics when he noticed the obvious tent in Yoongi's pants. Once he swallowed his mouthful of water he cackled in hysterics and nearly fell to the floor.

"Shut up and leave so I can jack myself off to the thought of skull fucking you," Yoongi spat viciously. But Jimin knew it was just his inner demon to say such nasty things, it didn't bother him in the slightest, especially after he prompted the rage on purpose.

"I'm dead!" Jimin shrieked, his legs giving out as he collapsed to the floor in full belly laughter. He managed to hold his drink up and set it on the floor without spilling it too much and rolled around in hysterics clutching his stomach.

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They were not on speaking terms.

Yoongi, humiliated from Jimin’s little stunt of turning him on and leaving him hanging, barricaded himself in Jimin’s bedroom and proceeded to shoot his cum across the pillows and sheets of Jimin’s bed. Once he was done he exited the bedroom through the window, marched up the fire escape stairwell and sat on the roof of the apartment.

Yoongi was hanging his legs over the side of the building staring down at the civilians that walked by. There was a family: a mother, father, and little girl. The parents were on either side, each holding her hand and swinging her on the count of three. “Higher!” she yelled. “Higher Daddy! Higher Mommy!” They laughed and swung her between them. How their arms didn’t give out, Yoongi was unsure, but they continued to swing her back and forth. Back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

Children were so easy to please, he thought. The way they found happiness in the simplest of things and the way they cherished each and every moment of life. He had never really observed something so frail and precious in his existence. He never had time to. It was a sobering reminder that humans needed to grow. They weren’t conjured out of darkness and evil like him. They weren’t carved from stars and meant to rule above like the angels. They were born into this world and they would grow and eventually return to the cosmos. At least they had that much in common, creation. Age didn’t apply to Yoongi, he could never understand what it was like to learn basic functioning, learn languages, be a part of a family. He had nothing like that in his life.

He’s positive other incubi would ridicule him for thinking so deeply about his immortality, poke fun at his interest in humans. The lesser beings. But in all honesty, Yoongi never cared for anyone’s opinion, especially that of his own kind. So when he saw the little girl giggling and laughing, he had to remember that Jimin used to be her size, depend on his parents for essential things like food water and shelter. He needed others to live.

Humans were social creatures, Yoongi noted. When Jimin had asked him for company, he never understood why. Yoongi wasn’t meant to befriend humans, he was meant to seduce them. The request seemed foolish at first—Jimin asking for his company—but now he’s starting to realize Jimin was…lonely. He summoned Yoongi to fill a void, and here Yoongi was, sitting atop the roof of the apartment avoiding the damage he created like a coward. He felt so foolish.

An hour had to of passed when Yoongi heard Jimin’s laugh followed by another man’s voice just out of ear shot. They were carrying a rather loud conversation and Yoongi was sure he could figure out where the voices lead to. When he realized the sounds were emitting through an open window on the side opposite Jimin’s apartment, he ran to that side’s corresponding escape and stepped down it quickly. When he found the source of their voices and reached the window, Soekjin was shutting it and locking it, mumbling something about how he was cold.

Yoongi crouched down in front of the window, Seokjin staring right through him, unaware a demon was looking back into his eyes with anguish. When the incubus looked past Seokjin, he sighed in defeat.

Jimin was sitting on the couch facing the window with a steaming mug in his lap and caught Yoongi staring desperately through the glass. Just before Jin turned away from the window, Jimin shot Yoongi the middle finger.

He wanted to pound on the glass in frustration, but he couldn’t with Jin around. Accidentally knocking coffee cups out of people’s hands was one thing. Scaring the living shit out of them with paranormal activity was another and he wouldn't stoop even lower than he already had.

Yoongi looked like a stray on an animal abuse commercial, all he needed was Sarah McLachlan’s ‘In the Arms of an Angel’ playing in the background. Pissed at himself for acting so immature earlier, he sat in silence and watched his human giggle and joke around with their neighbor through the glass. He really fucked up. That’s for sure.

And now he had to deal with the consequences of pissing off the one person he was able to talk to. Or wanted to talk to.

Jin and Jimin made plans to go into the market district for lunch and Yoongi was helpless on the fire escape. They slipped on their shoes, snagged their keys, wallets and purses, and prepared to leave.

Wings would have been nice in a time like this so he could meet them at the front of the building, but Yoongi could only be so lucky. He watched them leave through Jin’s apartment door and that was his cue to get moving. Yoongi raced down the fire escape, his horns almost smashing on one of the steps above him in the short stairwell. When he reached the pavement of the alleyway he sprinted to the front of the building and caught Jin and Jimin exiting side by side. They were talking about simple things like where they grew up, if they had any siblings, small talk. Yoongi eventually caught up to them and trailed a few feet behind to give Jimin the space he deserved.

He wouldn’t interrupt them for the rest of the walk to the market. He’d keep his grumbling to a minimum at Jin’s shitty jokes and try to refrain from tripping him with a tail to the ankle. He’d respect Jimin, but he didn’t have to respect Jin in the slightest.

Eventually they rounded a corner and entered the market district, police and barricades blocking traffic from entering the road they shut down for the crowds that gathered to shop. Jimin and Jin spotted a vendor and planned to purchase some food from it while Yoongi decided to stand back on the sidewalk while the other two approached the food truck in the street. He kept a close eye on them from a distance, looking between the pair and into the crowd.

His tail twitched side to side anxiously While he waited. At one point he even groaned and threw his head back in irritation when Jin made a stupid food pun. Seeing as the line was barely budging, Yoongi found a bench close by and sat to rest his legs. His long fingers braced each leather clad thigh and dug deep into the muscles, dragging his hands down to his knees and up to his groin in slow and deliberate movements.

He glanced up to check on the two. Jimin was talking softly as they waited in line for jjinppang-mandu, his lips looking plumper than Yoongi had last seen them, if that were possible.

They were laughing, Jimin resting his hand on Jin’s shoulder occasionally and rubbing his digits into the other man’s muscles like he were a trained massage therapist. Yoongi could use those hands right now on his legs, but the thought made him sad because he knew Jimin was far from willing to talk to him, let alone touch him.

An older man with a walking cane approached the bench Yoongi sat on and braced his hand on the metal arm for stability. Yoongi froze and watched the old man’s movements carefully. Just as he expected, the man was turning and began to squat above him. To prevent the human from sitting right on his lap, the demon slid swiftly out of the way to the opposite end of the bench with a sigh.

The worst part about being invisible and inaudible to humans? Yoongi constantly had to move out of their way to prevent them from freaking the fuck out.

The only people that could see Yoongi were the ones who summoned him which was only Jimin so far, the ones he allowed to see him in which case he would mutter an incantation with that human’s name and become visible, and the ‘gifted’ who were humans that had a connection between his realm and the earthly realm. People with a ‘sixth sense’ he’s heard humans refer to them.

Cats too.

Some dogs.

And some of the high-tech shit paranormal investigators used, but he drains the batteries before they can catch him on video. Yoongi has always been great with manipulating electric currents. His mood reflects the energy traveling through a space which gets caught in the wiring of appliances and other objects that utilize electricity. When his mood shifts drastically it causes disruptions in the electric fields around him and triggers lights to flicker or clocks to reset. It can be pretty fun if you’re around the right people.

His energy was low and would be as long as Jimin was upset. So the likelihood of electric field disruption was practically nonexistent.

Out of nowhere Yoongi felt something at his leg and leaned forward to look down at his ankle.

“Hello,” he cooed to a short-haired black cat weaving back and forth between his legs. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Dandruff coated the cat’s thin coat, a chunk of its ear missing on one side, a scar across the other. “You’re precious,” he grinned when he realized the cat had golden eyes and a docked tail. Reaching a hand down and petting the feline from head to tail nub, the tips of his fingers glided over ribs and spine and pushed a cloud of white flakes off the cat’s fur. It became clear that the cat was malnourished just from the one stroke. “You poor thing,” he whined, petting the thin cat once again. Yoongi took a second to look around in search of anything to help the creature. A scrap of food, some water, anything.

Sure enough there was a vendor selling sushi a little further down the street from a popup stand. The demon glanced back over at Jimin and Jin who looked like they had just placed their orders and were now standing beside the truck chatting.

“Follow me,” he spoke softly to the feline with an encouraging scratch under the chin. Yoongi stood to his feet and made his way to the sushi vendor, “Let’s get you something to eat.” He swerved amongst the crowd like a shroud of smoke, ducking and dodging the humans that bustled about in the street. The demon would look back every few seconds to check on the cat, thrilled each time to see it trotting along at his heels.

The vendor had a line to the opposite side of the street and Yoongi had never been more thankful for his invisibility to the human eye. He looked at the assortment of fish and seafood spread about on the tables surrounding the space. Three men chopping and rolling beside one another, preparing different things. Yoongi spotted what he knew to be salmon on one of the tables and thought about how he could get away with taking a few slices of the fish without causing a scene.

He observed the men prep, watched them slice into a full salmon, fillet it, pluck the pin bones, and cut the fish into perfect chunks. The meat was laid down on plates for sashimi or over vinegar rice for nigiri. The men made sure to waste as little of the fish as possible. They even spooned the meat from the spine and used it in sushi. Yoongi’s stomach was growling at the sight and he so badly wished he could eat some.

There was a pile of scraps that was left at the very end of the cutting table and as it grew too large one of the men at the end of the little assembly line would push it with his knife into a trash bin position at the end of the table. Yoongi decided the next time the scraps were discarded he’d put his hand out over the trash at an angle and hopefully redirect some of the fish onto the ground.

A minute later another salmon was being carved into and the scraps were slowly accumulating at the end of the table. The fillets were taken to another table for slicing and prepping while the spine was spooned of its meat. The knife was picked up again and Yoongi darted his hand out over the trash just as the fish fell. He managed to get a good amount of fish scraps on the pavement and a few caught in his hand which he was able to conceal by closing his fist.

“Let’s go,” he rushed the cat who was picking up as many pieces of the fish it could in its mouth. “Come on,” he giggled and walked away from the vender with the cat in tow. He found a secluded area under a tree behind the vendors in a small grass patch and sat down cross legged. The black cat sat beside him and feasted on the fish scraps they collected. “Eat up, you’ll need the energy,” he smiled down to his new friend. When the cat finished eating the pieces it had collected, Yoongi offered the scraps he managed to grab, and hand fed the creature a piece at a time. The last thing he wanted was for the cat to eat too quickly and get sick, so he paced each piece out appropriately.

“I’m glad you came to me, otherwise I think you were bound to keel over and die in the next day or two,” Yoongi frowned. “That’s a pretty shitty mortal life to live, don’t you think?” he asked, offering another piece of fish. “I wonder if they got their food yet. We haven’t been gone too long,” Yoongi thought aloud referring to his human companion when he fed the cat the last piece.

Sure enough Jin and Jimin were walking slowly past the sushi vendor and traveling further down the street, pork buns in hand.

“Alright little guy,” he sighed down at the cat and stood to his feet. With the snap of his fingers his hands were fish-slime free and he no longer smelt like he had been on the back of a boat hauling trap all day. “Have a safe life and try not to get yourself run over,” Yoongi said, a pinch of sorrow in his tone. Golden eyes peered up at him, pupils small and body tense. It looked scared suddenly and Yoongi’s heart truly ached for the creature but there was nothing he could do. He gave the cat one last look and turned his back to catch up with Jimin and Seokjin.

He trailed a few feet back, just as he had on the way to the market and allowed the two to talk. That cat was gorgeous and his soul nearly split in two at the way the feline looked at him before he left. Mortal creatures were so hard to understand with all their emotions and feelings and dependency. Guilt was heavy on his shoulders the more he thought about the cat and it ate him alive second by second knowing he had just left it behind.

Yoongi looked down to his boots as he walked and shoved his hands in his pockets deep in thought. He wanted to be able to forget about what had just happened in order to spare his soul from the pain the encounter inflicted. First Jimin and now this cat. The day couldn’t get any worse.

“Are you doing anything later tonight?” Seokjin’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

Yoongi stopped breathing. He wanted to scream at the idea of spending even more time with Worldwide Handsome. Half an hour was enough. To spend a whole evening? That was pushing it.

“No actually, I just need to finish some laundry,” Jimin explained politely as they walked down the blocked-off street.

Yoongi blinked when he realized Jimin forgot about something very crucial he needed to partake in later that night. “T-that’s not true,” Yoongi stuttered nervously. “I need to eat.” He had a meal when the sun came up and when the sun went down. That’s a meal twice a day. And he couldn’t afford to skip and Jimin knew that very well.

“Would you want to come over when you’re done then? It’s pretty lonely living by yourself and I’d love some company. We could have dinner and I have some video games we could play,” Jin offered with a handsome smile.

The demon was growing panicked the more he and Jin spoke. “Jimin,” Yoongi mumbled, even reaching for his sleeve and giving it a gentle tug.

“That sounds,” Jimin’s eyes gleamed and a cute grin pulled over his lips, “really nice.”

Yoongi could feel his heart breaking because Jimin had never refused him a meal before. The sacrifices they found were intended for other demons or left without a proper incantation, more often than not the latter. Yoongi couldn’t eat whatever he wanted, he needed to be granted a sacrifice. And his proximity to Jimin caused his hunger to present itself more frequently. Being in the human realm was exhausting and sapped a great deal of energy from him, so it was imperative he stayed fed.

Incubi are not meant to linger in the human realm. They’re supposed to visit periodically.

Not reside.

Which is exactly what Yoongi was doing in order to spend all his time with Jimin.

“Great!” Seokjin cheered, clapping a hand to Jimin’s outside shoulder and pulling him into a side hug as they walked and ate.

The demon could cry at how hurt he felt. He had never pissed Jimin off this badly and he vowed to never do it again if this was the result of his behavior. Jimin had every right to be mad, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Through a strained voice, Yoongi went to reach for his human again, and called, “J-Jimin please—”

“Ahhh I just remembered,” Jimin hissed, cutting him off. “I have to go food shopping too,” he whined to Jin. “How about this,” he began softly as they continued to walk with Yoongi trailing behind them, “I’ll go food shopping, come back, make myself dinner while I do my laundry, then come over for videogames? Does that sound okay? I don’t want to keep you waiting, that’s all. And I don’t know how long I’ll take.”

Seokjin nodded to this, agreeing to pretty much anything as long as he was able to hang out with Jimin. “Yes! That’s perfect!” he rejoiced. “I can’t wait, we’re going to have a lot of fun! What do you drink?”

“Seokjin-hyung,” Jimin smirked, “the questions is…what don’t I drink?”

“Jimin-ah! I love you already, please come over every night!” Seokjin practically screamed as his body wildly moved about. It had Jimin laughing excitedly until he needed support to stand and the closest thing to him was Jin’s long body. All Yoongi could do was watch the situation unfold and mentally prepare himself for a night with Worldwide Handsome and a pissed off Jimin.

When they returned to the apartment after leaving the market, Seokjin waved Jimin goodbye and walked down the hall to the opposite side of the building where his apartment sat. Jimin promised he would be over later that night with snacks and reached into his purse for his keys. They jingled in his hands and were fitted into the lock with one swift motion and turned to the side along with the knob. He stepped through the threshold as he opened the door and removed the key. For the first time since he flipped Yoongi off, Jimin looked up to him when he realized Yoongi was standing outside the door, staring at his boots forlorn.

“Come in,” Jimin sighed under his breath and stood aside from the threshold, hand still on the door knob.

Yoongi shuffled into the living room and shed his coat, only this time he hung it on one of the hooks beside the door that Jimin shut quietly. He unzipped his boots and placed them neatly under his jacket on the floor to keep them out of the way. Unsure of what to do after that, he stood still and crossed an arm over his chest while his tail coiled around one of his legs nervously.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to his feet. Then he dared a look at Jimin who was facing him with a defeated expression, his jacket held loosely in his arms pressed to his stomach with sunglasses still perched on the top of his head.

Jimin nodded to Yoongi’s words and averted his eyes to the side.

“I shouldn’t have done what I did, and it will never happen again,” the demon promised, sincerity soaking his tone.

Jimin sighed and locked his tired eyes on Yoongi, “I didn’t appreciate it. If that’s how you deal with frustration, by ejaculating on my stuff? You don’t…” He had a hard time formulating a sentence because he never thought he’d have to have a formal conversation about someone getting their bodily fluids on his possessions. “You don’t do that. You just can’t do that.”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to nod, “I’m really sorry Jimin. That behavior isn’t acceptable, and it shouldn’t be tolerated—”

“It won’t be,” Jimin hardened his tone, “ever.” The young man closed his eyes and took a breath to calm himself. He’d been fuming ever since he found his bed in a state of disgust and now he finally had the ability to form sentences without screaming at Yoongi.

The glasses on his head were removed and placed on the table with his purse beside the door, his leather jacket hung, and his shoes toed off and pushed beside Yoongi’s.

“I’m going to take a nap,” Jimin announced quietly. “I’ve had a long day,” he whispered and crossed the room to crawl onto the couch. When his back touched the cushions he immediately relaxed into the comfy confines and shut his eyes.

“I um…do you want a blanket or anything?” Yoongi asked kindly.

“I’m all set,” was the simple answer he received and nothing else.

“Okay,” he mumbled and walked away, giving Jimin his space.

He found his feet carrying himself into Jimin’s bedroom. He got up into the rocking chair and tucked his knees to his chest where he secured them in place with his arms. He looked over at the stripped bed on the other side of the room and internally punched himself.

That was one of the stupider things you’ve done, Yoongi thought to himself as he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

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Jimin dreamt of the forest. His perspective was that of a bird, or so he assumed. His view was propelled through treetops at astonishing speeds, the sunlight and shadows flashing by him in a manner only strobe lights could mimic. Branches swayed in the breeze and needles from deciduous giants reached for the heavens and fought for light as he soared amongst their crowns. Wind whistling past his mysterious form.

Unfortunately for him, this dream was not lucid, so he had no control and was left to the devices of his predetermined imagination. He tried to look to the side to see what carried him through the air. Wings, arms, claws, anything to give him a sense of what was happening. But no matter how hard he willed himself to look around, to speak, to move, nothing worked.

His point of view began to slow until finally he was motionless amongst the branches. Jimin tried to look around yet again but his vision was limited to looking straight down where he found a pair of raptorial talons. When he focused further, Jimin was able to see a figure standing at the base of the tree. His sight grew clearer by the second and he was able to make out a man squatting over something. It was unclear what the man was looming above on the forest floor but it intrigued Jimin’s bird form enough to swoop down soundlessly onto a lower branch for a better look. Once situated on the branch, Jimin was given the opportunity to look at the man again. The top of his head was full of silky red locks which a pair of midnight black corkscrew horns poked up from. He was robed in black from hands to feet with a whip like tail motionless across the ground. The only porcelain skin visible being his face, neck, and hands that were visible through strappy leather gloves, if you could even call them that.

It became blatantly obvious that this was not a man. This was a demon in his dream.

There was blood pooling at his boots and dripping from the stone he was leaned over. His hands were saturated red and pressing deep within the innards of a badly mutilated animal. Flesh and bone littered the grass and moss surrounding the stone the creature postured himself over. His shoulders twitched and jerked as snaps and squelching echoed through the forest followed by obscene sounds of chewing and slurping. He was feasting on what Jimin realized to be a sacrifice at what an alter similar to the one he and Yoongi had gone to before.

Just when he thought he’d seen everything, the demon’s head looked to the side, freezing in place. All sounds but the blow of the wind through the leaves ceased. The demon below looked up suddenly with his face smeared in blood. A dribble of saliva mixed with red dropped down from his chin and hung in a thin strand until it grew too heavy and snapped free, falling between bent legs. His narrowed eyes searched the trees until they landed directly on Jimin.

He wanted to scream at the image, close his eyes or move away. But he had no choice and stared back at the demon in chilling suspense. Mortified, Jimin watched as the demon stood painfully slow to his feet clad in black with his hands and face dripping. Red lips pulled up to reveal one of the most petrifying grins Jimin had ever seen.

Jimin heard movement around him and could sense the presence of another being in the room. There was a bit of shuffling and the occasional cupboards opening and closing with a great deal of effort to make it quiet, which Jimin respected.

He felt warmth around his body which was a pleasant surprise considering Yoongi makes it so cold with his presence when he isn’t aroused or in the mood. Jimin finally cracked his eyes open to have his vision blurred when he looked down at himself lying across the couch. He found a blanket cocooning his whole body and hummed contently. Then it dawned on him, he never got a blanket before he went to sleep. Confused, Jimin leaned his body up slightly to take in his surroundings. Not only was a blanket tucked around him but there was a full glass of water and a bowl of raspberries on the coffee table. Yoongi couldn’t eat without being summoned and no one else lived with him so it was more than obvious the snack was meant for him.

Jimin smiled cutely to the treat he was left and the comfort of his blanket. As upset as he was with Yoongi earlier he felt his heart melt at the kind gesture. Sitting up fully and fixing the blanket to wrap at his shoulders, Jimin reached for the berries and took a couple in his hand. He was pleased to feel a bit of moisture on them and a napkin at the bottom of the bowl which indicated Yoongi washed them. It was really considerate to do when Yoongi knew close to nothing about human food practices. He had to’ve observed Jimin washing produce before and remembered that it was important. The idea of Yoongi paying attention to something as small as that had Jimin feeling fuzzy inside.

The berries were popped into his mouth one by one, the sweet juice of each little pod soaking his tongue. Humming to the wonderful taste, Jimin bobbed his head in slow and relaxed nods. He plucked a few more from the bowl and looked over to the kitchenette to find Yoongi perched on one of the stools at the island. Literally.

The demon was squatting on the stool, his tail lazily swaying back and forth behind him as he stared down at the countertop, elbows planted on the granite with his cheeks planted in his hands. Intrigued in what the creature was doing, Jimin straightened up and craned his neck to see what Yoongi was so focused on. He had a hunch, and sure enough columns of cards were laid out in front of him and a stack to his right elbow. He was playing Solitaire, one of the most frustrating and torturous card games you could play and it made perfect sense for a demon to be attracted to it.

Jimin smiled to himself and ate a few more berries, chewing on them quietly as he watched Yoongi struggle to place another card down. He flipped through his deck, closely analyzing each one before turning another face up and hoping to place it somewhere.

Irritation was beginning to set in as he kept flipping, an exasperated sigh pressing through his lips quietly. The other couldn’t handle seeing him suffer, so he stood up from the couch with his bowl of berries and cup of water to pad over to the incubus. Yoongi heard the movement to his left and shot his glance nervously Jimin’s way. The sight of the young man’s plump smile took the edge off his aching soul immediately. He had never been happier to see someone all wrapped up in a blanket with a bowl and glass in each hand.

“Morning,” Jimin said softly, knowing full well it was the afternoon.

Yoongi grinned back at him when he stood at his side. “Morning,” he chortled just as quietly and stilled when a tiny kiss pressed to his forehead.

“Thank you,” Jimin smiled down at him through well rested eyes and raised the fruit and water before setting them down on the counter out of the way of Yoongi’s game.

The demon felt himself blush at the small act of love, eyes wide staring back up at Jimin as if he were the sole purpose of his existence. “Of course,” he nodded curtly to hide his bafflement, but his eyes gave him away.

Jimin’s smile only widened to show his perfect teeth and squinted eyes and Yoongi’s heart fluttered. This is why he stuck around; this is why he refused to return to his own realm. All for moments like this. All for Jimin and his beautiful smile. He looked so cute wrapped up in his white throw blanket with his hair mussed by sleep. Yoongi couldn’t get enough of it, he wanted to take a mental snapshot and treasure it for the rest of his never-ending life.

“Are you stuck?”

“Huh?” Yoongi mumbled, eyes trancelike and heavy on Jimin’s visage.

“Maybe in more ways than one,” came a laugh. “In your game,” Jimin clarified and pointed a finger to the columns of cards.

Yoongi snapped out of it almost violently, twitching his head to focus down on the counter and avoid Jimin’s prying eyes. “Ah! Yes,” he mumbled quickly and fit his face between his fists again.

The young man beside him took a moment to gaze over the cards already in play, carefully scanning for any holes that could be filled with what was already laid out. Sure enough he ended up taking a column and switching it around, breaking up groupings and reestablishing them until he was certain Yoongi could begin playing again.

“…What the fuck.”

Jimin just laughed at that, hiding his face with the blanket while Yoongi looked at the cards dumbfounded.

“You just,” he couldn’t even finish, all he could do was stare on in disbelief at the options Jimin gave him with only a few moves from cards he already had in columns. “I could’ve done that, I’m so fucking stupid,” Yoongi grumbled and began to place more cards down from his stack into columns.

Jimin clicked his tongue at the rude comment Yoongi made towards himself and whined, “Don’t say that, you’re so mean to yourself.”

“It’s the truth,” Yoongi sighed dramatically, knowing it would get a rise out of Jimin.

“Stop, now you’re just being ridiculous,” came the groan Yoongi was looking for, followed by a pair of toned arms that wrapped around him. He was enveloped in muscle and blanket, a wonderful surprise. Jimin stood there pressing Yoongi’s side into his front, protecting him from his own harsh words like his life depended on it. “Don’t say that, okay?” he pleaded tenderly, even resting the side of his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Ffffffine,” the demon promised like it annoyed him to do so, but the smirk that laced his lips made it clear he was more than willing to play along with Jimin’s demands.

When the young man looked up to meet Yoongi’s mischievous smile with his own victorious one, Jimin whispered, “Good,” and pecked his cheek. He straightened up and popped a few berries in his mouth before he spoke again. “Do you want to leave soon to get dinner?”

“Didn’t you want to go food shopping first? I thought you told Worldwide Douchebag you needed to,” Yoongi reminded casually.

Jimin rolled his eyes at the offensive nickname but answered calmly, “I just said that to buy us time in case it took a little longer to find you a sacrifice.”

“Gotcha,” Yoongi nodded, grateful for the consideration. “And I finished your laundry,” he added passively, unable to look Jimin in the eye and instead played with the fringe above his eyes to hide his embarrassment.

“That was considerate of you,” Jimin nodded, happy to know it was done, displeased knowing it needed to be in the first place. Sure enough when he spared a glance into his room his bed was made and the pillows perfectly placed. “Well,” he paused and looked over to the stove top for the time, “it’s 5:38pm now. By the time we find a sacrifice and you finish eating we’ll probably get back around 6:45pm, 7:00pm, which is perfect. Do you want to do that?”

Yoongi nodded to this, “That sounds perfect to me.”


Jimin opted to change into something a little more rugged for their evening adventure. Dressing down wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but when he was around Yoongi it meant everything to dress for practicality and not style. So he decided to rock a pair of joggers and running sneakers with a T-shirt and sweatshirt for the dropping temperature in the spring air.

Just as he had earlier that morning, Yoongi looked all around him until he was able to see the flickering light of a sacrificial alter. His senses allowed him to visualize a faint flame through objects that appeared miles away from him. The bigger and fresher the sacrifice, the brighter the flame in his vision. He could see the light through all surfaces whether it be a tree or a mile of buildings, Yoongi was able to watch a flicker of light twinkle in the distance where his next meal would present itself without difficulty. Unfortunately, tonight he didn’t see any flames within a two-mile radius which sucked considering how hungry he was. He couldn’t give up just yet after a single scan though, it was imperative he ate. So he asked Jimin if they could wait a while until something showed up and the young man was happy to do so.

They sat on a bench close to the apartment, Yoongi twiddling his thumbs as he hunched over with his elbows on his thighs trying to pass the time while Jimin plugged in his headphones and dozed off. His head turned back and forth, looking behind himself at times in search of a food source, until five minutes later there was a spark. The demon tapped Jimin with the back of his hand signaling the search was over. As he stood to his feet and began to walk in the general direction of the spark, Jimin quickly stood up and followed with his headphones still in. The glimmer was fleeting and only appeared for a moment, but as long as Yoongi kept his bearing he’d be able to track it down.

The two walked along the city streets side by side, the demon making sure not to rush like earlier that morning. He was a little excited about the sacrifice and it got the better of him. This time he was a bit more conservative of his energy as well as Jimin’s and played it safe at a more relaxed pace. Stepping between small groups of people was somewhat difficult without bumping them but Yoongi was pretty skilled at sneaking around so it made maneuvering a fraction easier. Jimin struggled with it, apologizing the whole way through a crowd until they eventually broke free and traveled as a pair again without the added headache of civilians separating them.

Yoongi made sure to check on him with a quick look over his shoulder every few minutes, making sure he was keeping up while Yoongi led the way. Suddenly the spark reappeared and Yoongi homed in on it, rerouting his initial path and finding a suitable shortcut through some buildings. Jimin followed him blindly, trusting the demon’s instinct to map the way. He himself couldn’t see anything significant, but somehow Yoongi’s nature brought them to a sacrifice every time. There was no use in doubting his ability to find food so Jimin followed silently as his demon lead on.

They walked between building after building, Jimin receiving some strange glances by what he assumed were residents of the apartments. The alleys were dimly lit and occasionally smelling of garbage that wafted from the dumpsters they passed. It wasn’t enough to have Jimin wheezing but he could’ve done without the foul smells considering he was going to be looking over an animal carcass soon. The two didn’t pair well as far as his stomach was concerned.

The sun exploded when Jimin and Yoongi emerged from between the last line of buildings and they both instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes from the intense blast of orange light. They were at the edge of the market district, Jimin noticed. The street that had been blocked off from traffic now free to flow again.

Yoongi led them to a crosswalk and Jimin waited for his signal to go. Across the street was a crumbling graveyard, probably home to corpses that passed in the early 1900s judging by the look of the headstones. The iron gate that allowed for entry was ajar and open to the public. Jimin had the faintest idea the sacrifice was in the cemetery, and to his displeasure Yoongi crossed the street with him in tow and banked a hard left to enter through the gates.

He plucked a headphone from his ear and looked up to Yoongi ahead of him in agitation, “Is it in here?”

“Yup,” came the simple reply.

Jimin grimaced, but followed along on the pavement, “Great.”

“It’s pretty far back unfortunately,” Yoongi shot him an apologetic look over his shoulder.

To this Jimin chuckled sarcastically, “Even better.”

Rows of gravestones passed them by, some in better shape than others. They were deteriorating slowly, one by one, in desperate need of fixing or replacing altogether. It saddened Jimin knowing that these souls had no one alive to remember them, retell their stories, visit their graves and honor them. Cemeteries were humbling, perhaps it was one of the only places Jimin liked to stand clear of. It reminded him too harshly of the little time he had on earth before he was buried in it. The idea made his heart ache. Dying wasn’t on his agenda for years and years to come so he tried not to think about it. Cemeteries made that pretty hard though.

They walked along the pavement side by side, the path just big enough for a car to pass through. Yoongi seemed calm as ever, a cemetery nothing new to him while on the hunt for a sacrifice. Among the summoners it was pretty common to construct an alter close by. They believed the spirits in the ground would enhance the likelihood of attracting a creature of his kind. Something about the spirits’ energies being used to enhance the signal that would reach the demons, or whatever. He didn’t care much for the explanation. In the end, a sacrifice was a sacrifice.

With only a few rows of gravestones to go, Yoongi could hear the faint cries of an animal and the banter of people.

Well shit, he thought, Jimin is going to absolutely hate this.

Yoongi considered turning around, grabbing Jimin by the hand and leading him away from the screaming animal and into the opposite direction without an explanation. But the idea only became an idea when he heard Jimin gasp behind him. When Yoongi turned around it was too late. Jimin’s jaw was slack, a headphone clutched in his hand and his eyes welling with fear.

“What is that?” he whispered, stopping dead in his tracks along the pavement.

The demon winced at another gurgled scream of the animal and a shout from what sounded like a grown man. “My dinner? I thought?” Yoongi sounded just as conflicted as Jimin. Another screech and Jimin was ripping the other bud clean from his ear by the wire and shoving his phone and headphones into his sweatshirt pocket. Before Yoongi could realize what was happening, Jimin took off in a sprint towards the desperate cries of the animal.

“Jimin!” Yoongi called after him in a panic and began the chase to catch up. The pavement eventually ended, and gravel replaced its path. The sun was dipping lower behind the trees, shrouding the landscape in a dim light that only grew darker when the two met tree line. They paused for a moment, searching through the bases of trees until they spotted someone just barely visible poking out through the gaps. “Jimin you don’t want to watch this, I promise—”

“—I’m not going to watch, I’m going to stop it,” he whispered seriously, a newfound courage consuming him.

“You can’t be serious,” Yoongi argued, gripping Jimin at the bicep with a clawed hand.

Jimin didn’t bother fixing him with a stern face, he just whispered, “Watch me,” and crouched close to the pine needle littered ground.

“For fuck’s sake,” Yoongi groaned and trailed behind Jimin, only he was walking, not crouching. There was no need in trying to hide or speak softly, the humans couldn’t hear or see him anyways. “I’ll go and see how many there are before you get yourself killed and become the sacrifice,” Yoongi huffed and took the lead once again. He padded carefully towards the noise until the conversation amongst the humans became clear.

“Just fucking do it already!” a young man shouted.

“You’re just wasting time,” another groaned in irritation.

“He can’t, just take it,” a young boy’s voice cut in.

“Just give me the knife and hold it down for me.”

Yoongi finally got close enough to assess the situation and saw four boys all ranging in age. A preteen who hadn’t had the chance to lose his baby weight yet holding down a small creature with one hand and a knife in the other above it, ready to stab. He looked like he was sobbing, face red and tear stained cheeks. There were two teenagers, one lengthy and thin, the other short and stalky. And finally, an older teenager, maybe even a young adult male, with strong arms and a sharp face. Probably the only one that could really injure Jimin if he had to.

When Yoongi got closer he was able to see a small black creature struggling for its life. Hissing and screaming at the young boy with its claws buried in his arms. Blood trickling down his flesh and beading along his hand that pressed ruthlessly to the cat’s neck. Yoongi got even closer, his foot snapping a branch in the process on purpose, startling the four boys and having them look frantically around in his direction.

“Did you hear that?” the tallest one whispered. Everything was silent except for the animal’s labored breath and hissing.

Yoongi crept even closer, stalking the oldest boy like a panther. No doubt he was in charge of the sacrifice and according to Jimin it was not going to take place, which meant Yoongi would do everything in his power to prevent it from happening. When he looked to the side he saw Jimin crouched behind a downed tree, peeking from a small gap in its rotted form. He was well camouflaged, Yoongi was more than impressed.

“Forget about it, the forest settles sometimes,” the eldest snorted in response to the stick snapping and approached the young boy. “I thought you could do it this time but it’s obvious you’re still a pussy,” he snarled and took the knife from the boy’s hand. He grabbed the cat by the head and threw his hip into the younger to move him away. “You shouldn’t even be out here,” he growled at the young boy, setting him with a furious glower. He positioned his hand back on the feline’s neck while the two older teens stood on the other side of the alter. That’s when Yoongi looked down at the poor creature thrashing for its life and found golden eyes desperately looking up at him. A missing ear. And a docked tail.

“That’s my fucking cat!” he bellowed in sheer rage. Without thinking, Yoongi raised his hands above the young man’s shoulders and sliced his nails down his back. He cut through the thin T-shirt and carved into his skin just deep enough to have blood bubble to the surface. The man jerked his hand away from the cat and tossed the knife into the air only to get lost in the leaves as a scream raked through his body. The cat, released, scurried off into the direction of the graveyard, darting between the trees like a shadow.

The other three boys, horrified at what had just happened, gaped at the other’s pain, confused and concerned. The youngest is the first to see the damage Yoongi left and screamed just as loudly, panic setting in.

“Oh my god!” the oldest cried out and turned to face Yoongi only to see nothing but trees. “What the fuck!?” he yelled in horror, turning around in circles to see absolutely nothing but the other three boys.

“We need to leave,” the tallest trembled. “We need to fucking leave,” he quivered.

“This isn’t okay, this isn’t right, this shit isn’t good,” the stalky one shook his head in shock, his body shaking violently.

When none of them made a move, Yoongi took it upon himself to move around the young man and stand on the alter. A twisted smile drew over his lips as he took his bloody nails on each hand and gently dragged them over the two teens faces simultaneously, leaving five thin lines of blood in their wake. The oldest and youngest watched as the lines were drawn in pure terror. Their blood was cold as ice and neither one of them had the breath to scream instead they just took off further into the woods while the other two released blood curdling cries and ran after them helplessly. Yoongi, priding his work, sat down on the alter and smiled, giggling maniacly at their retreating backs.

Jimin slowly rose from behind the fallen tree with conflicted feelings as he listened to the screams that echoed in the forest paired with Yoongi’s laughter.

“That was…traumatizing,” he sighed, realizing he had been holding his breath.

Yoongi looked over at him with a blank look on his face. “It was either freak them out or watch a cat, my cat, die. I chose my cat,” Yoongi explained, hopping off the alter and snapping his fingers to clear the blood off his nails.

“But did you have to scratch him that bad?” Jimin argued, truly concerned with the treatment Yoongi dealt. “And what the hell do you mean ‘your cat?’”

Yoongi took a hold of his wrist lightly and began to walk into the direction from which they came. Back to the cemetery.

“When you and Sir Jokes Alot were waiting in line for food,” he began, releasing Jimin’s wrist to fist his hands in his leather pant pockets, “a stray cat came up to me. That cat. It’s super emaciated and kind of banged up so I decided to get it some food while I waited for you guys.”

Jimin nodded to this new information, “I was wondering where you went.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi mumbled. “I kind of…got attached to it, I guess. I couldn’t see it struggle anymore on the alter once I recognized it,” he said softly, the bitterness from the encounter hot on his tongue. “I tried doing what you humans do. I didn’t name it because I was worried this would happen. Somehow I’d find the thing dead and grieve for it. But now I’m its bitch so I guess it didn’t matter.”

Jimin snickered and wrapped an arm across Yoongi’s back as they broke through the tree line. “And the demon’s heart grew three sizes that day!” he joked with a wide smile.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Yoongi played along with a small smirk.

They walked along the gravel at the edge of the cemetery and found themselves walking along the rows once again, only this time in slight darkness. When a black mist sprinted at them from behind a headstone, Jimin almost screamed, but then he realized it was the cat. With a hand to his heart he began to relax as Yoongi knelt down and pet the feline lovingly over the head and down the back to the nub of its tail, just as he did earlier that day.

“You’re so brave,” he whispered to the animal. “You stood up to them like nothing I had ever seen. You and your one ear,” he giggled sadistically. “Fuck you’re a tough little shit, aren’t you?”

Jimin grinned down at the two, loving the way Yoongi gave in to the mangled feline. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” he asked curiously.

“No, we don’t know each other well enough to discuss gender just yet,” Yoongi poked fun.

“You’re such a jerk,” the other groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. Jimin sat on the gravel cross-legged and began to coo at the cat, presenting a hand for added encouragement.

The feline looked over at Jimin wide eyed and cautiously approached his open palm. Sure enough it butted its head into his grip and rubbed the side of its face along his fingers. “Come here,” he called softly and picked the cat up under its front legs lifting it into the air and checking its sex. “A beautiful girl,” he smiled and lowered her onto his lap. The poor thing looked like it had experienced hell a thousand times over with the shape she was in, but that didn’t stop Jimin from showering the feline all of his love. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered against the cat’s head. His arms folding around the creature and blocking her from the cruel world she was accustomed to. “You’re the most charming cat in the world, baby girl,” his voice gentle and high pitched as he stroked his hands down her slim body. “Yoongi and I are going to take care of you now. You don’t need to worry anymore, beautiful,” Jimin assured her.

Yoongi ended up finding a sacrifice on the way back to the apartment. Jimin gave the incantation and the demon feasted on a goat this time while Jimin just played with their new cat.

He carried her all the way home with Yoongi looking over every so often to watch the wonderful feline shut her eyes peacefully. “She’s perfect,” he mumbled, scratching under her chin with gentle nails.

“Absolutely perfect,” Jimin agreed, nuzzling her head against his cheek.

Turns out he would have to go to the store after all that evening to pick up cat supplies. Food, bath wash, and a toy or two. He’d go out again for more supplies, but for now he just got the essentials. This will be good, Jimin thought. It would give Yoongi something to focus his attention on in Jimin’s absence. They never really discussed why Yoongi followed him around everywhere he went, it was just a routine they both seemed fine with. But in places of work, Jimin had a hard time focusing on anything that wasn’t Yoongi with his looming presence and insatiable need to tease and fondle. With a cat in the house he may want to pay it more attention while Jimin went on with daily life in places Yoongi was only a distraction.

This will be good.

When they entered the apartment Yoongi offered to give the cat her first bath, refusing to let her touch the floor. Jimin appreciated the concern with the feline being a stray and all, it was their first priority to get her clean.

“We still need to give her a name,” Jimin called to the demon as he placed the cat supplies on the island.

Yoongi was already in the bathroom running a bath, the water loud as it pounded against the tub. “We could just call her Sengsohn,” Yoongi yelled back.

Jimin was absolutely disturbed at the suggestion. “You want to name a cat…Sengsohn,” he restated, distraught. “Yoongi…you’re fucking twisted, okay?”

“I just think it’s a fitting name for her! I helped her get fish to eat and she was almost eaten! It makes perfect sense,” he explained as if Jimin couldn’t follow his logic, his tone judgmental.

Jimin couldn’t argue with him and the name oddly stuck. With a defeated sigh, Jimin walked the bottle of cat friendly shampoo into the bathroom, “Sengsohn it is.”

Yoongi was kneeling on the floor, the cat in the tub already as he turned the water off with one hand and scratched under the cat’s chin with the other. He cooed to her softly, calling her gorgeous and telling her how good she would feel after the bath. Jimin couldn’t get over how calm the cat was just standing in the tub submerged to her chest in the warm water. Yoongi clearly had some kind of calming effect on her and the fact that they had already met must’ve contributed to the trust she had in him.

“Here,” Jimin extended the bottle of shampoo to Yoongi as he knelt down beside the demon.

“Thank you,” he said and placed the bottle on the rim of the tub. His hands got to work massaging into her coat of short black fur, cupping water and washing it over her back.

The two looked on in slight disgust as dirt and grime discolored the water around her, tainting it in an earthy brown. “That’s cute,” Jimin winced at the swirls of brown in his spotless white tub.

“Hopefully it’s just dirt—”

Then they saw traces of red when Yoongi began to gently press the pads of his fingers against her neck. “Probably from those fuckers,” he grimaced. “What the hell were they thinking? She barely has any meat on her, I can’t think of a single demon that would even try to pick through the bones. That’s all she is, the poor thing,” Yoongi mumbled, eyes fixated on the blood that mixed with the dirt in the water.

“On second thought I’m glad you broke skin on that prick’s back,” Jimin snarled. “How could anyone be so cruel to an animal?”

Yoongi couldn’t help but set him with a pitiful stare. “You do realize every animal I’ve consumed was killed senselessly for a sinful cause, correct?”

Jimin stuttered, “Well I mean, everything you’ve eaten so far has been livestock—”

“Which very well could have been stolen from someone’s farm,” Yoongi cut in, “bred to provide milk or raise young as opposed to slaughter.”

Jimin went silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “Yeah but this is the first time we got to a sacrifice and it hadn’t been carried out. I just panicked. I would’ve done the same thing for a goat or a lamb or a pig. And besides, the animals are already dead by the time we get there, it would be a waste if you didn’t eat them. You’re the only demon around and they’re killing all these animals for no reason, thinking they’re doing justice to Satan or some shit. And I can’t just start a petition to end the sacrifices, I’ll look like a psycho. So why let the animals rot on a stone and have their body spread across the forest when you can just daintily pick them apart with your hands and eat them?”

Yoongi blinked. “Well when you put it like that…”

Jimin nodded as he successfully proved his point, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the rim of the tub.

They washed the cat together, getting her nice and sudsy and breaking down grit clumped in her fur with gentle strokes of their fingers, freeing apart the fibers. The tub was drained, and she was rinsed with the showerhead to clear away the excess soap. Her ribs were poking from her skin now that her silky coat was matted to her flesh with moisture. Jimin felt sadness creeping is his throat and scratching at his eyes. He so badly wanted to help this cat and would do anything to make her healthy. Yoongi towel dried her as she shivered and shook from the cold air while Jimin set up his hair drier to speed up the process. In a matter of minutes Sengsohn was perfectly dry and sleek looking a thousand times better than she had before the bath. Her coat was rid of city filth, her skin a bit healthier with only trace dandruff, and her beautiful face clear of blood and mucus from her struggle on the alter.

Yoongi and Jimin couldn’t be happier with the end result. They filled up a bowl with some food and another with water, making sure to fill them a small amount at a time to keep her from choking or throwing up. Eventually she stuffed herself and it was time for Jimin to eat his own meal, neglecting his appetite for some time. He settled for leftovers and heated it in the microwave, pleasantly surprised to feel a presence at his feet.

Looking down to find Sengsohn figure-eighting his calves, Jimin grinned fondly and picked her up to cradle to his chest. Kissing her head lovingly and whispering wonderful things to her. She began to purr, the first noise she had made since being freed from the group of boys in the forest. Yoongi rounded the island to scamper over to the creature, delighted by her tender rumbling. He brought his face close and kissed her nose, absolutely head over heels for the small beast.

While Jimin ate at the island, Yoongi cuddled Sengsohn on the couch until she finally took a chance to roam around her new home. Skulking about and pushing through cracked open doors, inspecting everything.

This is good, Jimin smiled from the island eating his dinner, looking up to watch Yoongi trail behind her like a child.

When he finished with his meal he looked at the clock to find it was 8:00pm on the dot. “Shit!” he coughed, speed washing his dishes and placing them on the drying wrack.

“What?” Yoongi called from the bedroom.

“Seokjin!” was the one worded answer as Jimin raced off to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Yoongi mumbled, “Oh yeah I almost forgot about your playdate.”

He raced back out of the bathroom with his teeth cleaned and tugged on his shoes, only to rip them back off when he realized what he was wearing. “Fuck,” he spat and sprinted into his room. Yoongi was lying on his bed with Sengsohn cozied up on his chest purring contently, his hands massaging into her neck to soothe the ache from being manhandled by the boys.

Jimin opened his closet and tore through his hanging clothes while Yoongi just stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t be serious,” he droned. “Are you really getting dressed up?”

“Yes. I am,” Jimin answered sternly.

Yoongi didn’t even bothering trying to look away when Jimin’s hands crossed at the hem of his sweatshirt and T-shirt that he pulled up and over his body in one smooth tug, revealing a hairless set of abs and a beautifully toned chest and arms. The demon’s brain went fuzzy at the picture before him, heat pulsing in his lower abdomen. It wasn’t until Sengsohn jumped down from the bed did Jimin look up to find Yoongi staring at him suggestively. His posture was even predatory with the way he lied on his side bent up with the help of his elbow pressed firmly into the mattress, his tail thumping quietly along the surface of the sheets.

”Do you have to go?” his soft expression a deep contrast to his gravely voice.

”You’ll survive,” Jimin affirmed with little sympathy in his tone, changing in front of Yoongi’s prying eyes.

Chapter Text

When Jimin gave a few solid knocks to the door he heard rustling from inside the apartment. Footsteps grew closer until a shadow cast over the peep hole and the door was opened.

Expecting a tall and broad shouldered Seokjin, Jimin was surprised to find a young man with doe like eyes staring back at him. His expression was void of emotion but eyes wide with wonderment.

Jimin took in the stranger’s features. He wore a white long sleeve sweater with a pair of light wash jean-joggers. His dark hair was parted at the middle and cradled his face in beautiful waves. The locks were just long enough to be tucked behind his ears; however, they were left to hang at the sides of his face in a natural formation. His nose a bit wide with a wonderful downward curve, really giving him a face of innocence. What was not so innocent was his impressive jawline and the definition of his neck which had Jimin’s eyes wandering to his chest. The baggy shirt acting as Jimin’s sandbox to imagine whatever he liked.

“Are you Park Jimin?”

Jimin was blasted out of his thoughts immediately. He grew hesitant with the other staring at him so intently and knowing his name. “Yes. And you are..?”

“Oh!” the stranger perked up, bowing his head. “Jeon Jungkook,” he introduced, eyes still wide as a small smile revealed his teeth. “I’m Seokjin’s boyfriend.”

Jimin didn’t know what was more shocking; standing in front of a beautiful young man, Jin being gay, Jin being in a relationship, or Jin being gay in a relationship with a beautiful young man. He tried to wrap his head around it all but somehow none of it made sense. Jin hadn’t mentioned this Jeon Jungkook once since they’d known each other, which wasn’t much, but long enough where they had begun to indulge in small talk and reference family and friends. Not once was Jungkook brought up.

Was he embarrassed? Jimin thought. Or was he trying to hide his relationship?

Whatever the case, Jimin was just happy to know he was in the presence of someone like him, someone he didn’t have to try and tiptoe around when it came to his past relationships or current crushes. He could essentially be himself and enjoy it.

“This…makes sense now,” Jimin laughed hesitantly and bowed back out of respect. “Sorry, he hadn’t mentioned—”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’m sorry, this was my fault, I decided to come over when I got out of work. He probably didn’t have time to tell you I’d be here,” Jungkook said apologetically.

“What are you talking about? You shouldn’t be apologizing to me,” Jimin genuinely laughed this time, taken aback by the young man’s need to explain himself. “He’s your boyfriend. You don’t need to say sorry for being here.”

Jungkook paused and gave a thankful smile, head tilted down slightly to almost look up at Jimin in an adorable sort of way. “Come on in,” he chuckled, realizing Jimin was still standing in the hallway and moved aside to allow him entry into the apartment.

“Right,” Jimin chirped and stepped inside Seokjin’s apartment. He toed off his shoes and tucked them beside the perfect row that lined against the wall beside the door. There was an array of footwear for all occasions. Jimin could appreciate a good fashion sense when he saw one and it was evident Seokjin did not fuck around when it came to his shoes.

Jungkook waved the guest over to the empty couch and sat down on the far end, Seokjin nowhere in sight. When Jimin sat on the opposite end of the couch he watched Jungkook pick up a PlayStation controller from the coffee table and resume a first-person shooter game. At first he thought there were smudges of ink or dirt on Jungkook’s hands until he focused his gaze a little and realized they were tattoos. Tattoos aren’t exactly accepted in Korean culture but they’re becoming more common in younger generations. Seeing Jungkook’s tattoos reminded Jimin about his idea for one on his ribs. Considering they had just met he didn’t want to bombard Jungkook with all of his pressing tattoo questions and would maybe save it for another time.

Jimin did feel a bit awkward though just sitting on the couch while Seokjin’s boyfriend mindlessly played his videogame, but then again it was the first time all day he was allowed to zone out. With such a hectic life being a social butterfly and a slave to a blood thirsty demon, Jimin barely had time to breathe. Being able to watch a videogame and go brain dead was rather nice.

Thinking too soon, Jimin heard footsteps approaching from behind the couch. Assuming it was Seokjin, he turned to face the newcomer.

“Jimin!” the tall man erupted, all smiles and giddy energy.

“Hello Seokjin-hyung,” he sang back, standing up to his feet and rounding the couch to meet his neighbor halfway and give him a hug. Jin had them swaying back and forth as he leaned from left to right with Jimin nestled in his grip. “I’m sorry I’m so late,” Jimin apologized through the unorthodox display of friendly affection.

“Please,” Jin excused him with a pat to the shoulder when they released one another. “I’m glad you were able to come!” His arm rose and a finger pointed to the black-haired man on the couch. “I’m assuming you met Jeon Jungkook, he’s a really good friend of mine,” Jin said merrily. Jungkook waved to them quickly while he continued to stare at the TV, unable to pull his eyes away and risk his character dying.

“Yep, we met,” Jimin grinned, noting the way Seokjin referred to the other man as his ‘good friend’ and wondering if he was trying to cover his true relationship.

“He decided to come over last minute, I hope that’s all right with you?” Jin apologized but in the way when someone knew they weren’t truly in the wrong and it was more for formality’s sake.

Jimin set him with a caring smile in return, “Of course it’s fine.”

“Jungkookie last round and then I’m putting on Mario Kart, okay?” Seokjin announced to the young man.

“Yes,” came the plain response as Jungkook smoked a player through the lens of a rifle.

“What would you like to drink, Jimin-ah?” Jin smiled wholesomely and took his friend by the hand to drag him over to his kitchen area. “I have so many options,” he smirked over his shoulder.

“I don’t really have a preference; I’ll drink just about anything.”

To that Jin clapped his hands together and removed an empty glass from the cabinet above the sink. “I take it you’re a heavy weight then?”

“Either that or really good at pretending to be,” Jimin nodded with a coy smile.

“Then you’ll have no problem with this,” Jin grinned as he twisted the cap off of a bottle of clear vodka. He poured about an inch into the glass then reached into the fridge for a soda. Jimin quickly covered the top of the glass before Jin could pour it in and mix the drink.

“I’m sorry I’m not a big soda fan,” Jimin apologized softly and moved his hand away from the glass.

Jin shook his head with his brows pulled together understandingly, “That’s totally fine. Juice then?”

“I can do juice,” Jimin answered happily and took a seat at the island which very much resembled his own back at his apartment. “What kind do you have?”

“Strawberry, apple, peach, and green grape,” Jin listed as he peered into his fridge.

“Oooo peach sounds really good,” Jimin said hypnotically.

Jin pulled the jug from the door shelf with a triumphant smile, “Peach it is!”

The host fixed Jimin his drink then worked on his own until they were sitting beside one another watching Jungkook from afar as he played his game. “Are you almost done?” Jin called in mock annoyance. “At this rate Jimin will have to wait till next morning to get his ass kicked in Mario Kart!”

Without even flinching Jungkook announced, “Final four.”

Jin rolled his head back dramatically and groaned, “Thank god!”

“Ass kicked? But Seokjin-hyung, you barely know me,” Jimin pouted, raising his glass to his lips and taking a large sip. His eyes widened when he swallowed and brought the glass up and away from his face to admire the taste that was left on his tongue. “Holy shit,” he cursed, “that’s really good.”

Before Jin could thank him, Jimin was practically chugging the drink. He kicked it back and in a matter of seconds two thirds of it was gone. “You like it that much?” Jin cackled and slapped Jimin playfully on the shoulder repeatedly.

“It’s amazing!” Jimin grinned widely and tilted his glass back a third time to finish the drink. “Can I have another one?” he asked politely, eyes still wide.

“Help yourself,” Jin laughed and swung his arm out at the fridge invitingly.

The blond did exactly as Jin had only minutes ago. Pouring the same amount of alcohol and juice into his glass and swirling the liquid concoction slowly with the lazy roll of his wrist. He decided to take his time on this glass full and sipped at it.

“I forget…you said you’re from Gwacheon-si, right?”

Jin perked up at the question and swallowed a hefty sip. “Yes. I moved here a little under a year ago.”

Jimin nodded to this, his eyes focused on Jin’s body language. He was relaxed in his posture as he leaned over the counter with one elbow pressed to the granite. “For acting?” Jimin asked, truly interested in what his neighbor had to say.

“Mhhm,” Jin hummed, eyes closed as he craned his neck up to the ceiling with a goofy closed mouth smile on his lips. “Where is a broke, performing arts, college student to go but Seoul,” he proclaimed merrily. “The city has done nothing but good for me since I’ve been here,” with that he fixed a warm gaze onto Jimin and took a sip of his drink. “But what are you doing here, Jimin? What brought you to Seoul?”

The question posed to him wasn’t uncommon, in fact it was asked so frequently you would’ve thought Jimin had a default answer by now. But just when he thought he had a reason to be here, just when he thought he had an ounce of understanding, Jimin lost his footing in the bustling city and drifted off to the next big adventure. “Well, I came here to experience a different city. I wanted to get out of Busan and explore on my own. When I first moved here I got in touch with the city’s police to apply as an officer. I went through all the workouts, I took the exams and passed, so I was eligible to start training and go through an academy. But right when I was going to enroll I saw a dance company performing on the street. When they finished I exchanged numbers with some of the crew members and I’ve been a part of their company ever since. I’m kind of all over the place in terms of doing what I want,” he laughed at the last part and took a swig of his peach vodka mix.

Seokjin smiled widely and clapped a hand to his shoulder, “But that’s the fun of being in a city like this. There’s opportunity everywhere for you here.”

Jimin beamed at the cup held in his hands, the light pressure of Jin’s hand cupping his shoulder infecting him with joy. “I just want to perform for people. Learn every style of dance I can and be on stage. It’s all I want, to be on a stage.”

Jin squeezed his shoulder firmly, causing Jimin to look over at him. When their eyes met Jimin could see a sparkle fluttering between. Jin leaned in suddenly and fixed a stern look to his expression, “Then make Seoul your stage.”

Jimin didn’t know if it was the alcohol or Seokjin’s stunning charm but he felt his heart flutter at the utterance. As a last-ditch effort to avoid the pressing feelings that bubbled at his chest, Jimin removed Seokjin’s hand from his shoulder with an overexaggerated shove and snarled playfully, “Kim Seokjin get your sappy ass away from me before I puke.”

Jin was howling with his body convulsing over the countertop, his hands splayed across the surface as he hunched over in hysterics.

Jimin couldn’t help but join in on the laughter, giggling and pushing at Seokjin with his hands to his shoulder and ribs, tossing him around like a ragdoll.

“I’m done!” came another man’s voice. The two, still chuckling to themselves turned their heads to find Jungkook standing up and facing them on the other side of the couch with a doe like stare, the TV behind him reading “1st Place.”

God is he strange. Jimin kind of liked it.

The drinks kept flowing, Seokjin making sure Jimin was topped off throughout the night as they played shitty race after shitty race of Mario Kart. The two going head to head only for the winner to take on Jungkook who was not only sober, but probably one of the best gamers Jimin had ever had the pleasure of versing. He teased Jungkook all night, sitting across his lap, blocking his view as he stood up in front of the TV, nudging him in the shoulder to throw him off balance as he sat on the couch, literally anything to make him mess up. But to Jimin’s disappointment nothing seemed to work. Jungkook already had an edge with Jimin being five drinks deep, but on top of that the kid was a natural when it came to videogames. He schooled Jimin in every race who unleashed unmitigated rage each time he lost.

“Okay! Okay!” Jimin was red in the face from the heat of the alcohol which now took the place of his blood. “Listen,” he demanded grabbing onto Jungkook’s shoulder to get his attention and to effectively steady himself on the couch. “Jungkook, Jungkook-ah, I think you should just let me get a one-minute start and then you can go,” Jimin’s giggles were out of control, he could barely contain himself as he leaned into Jungkook.

Jin, sitting on the other side of Jungkook pulled and pushed at his shoulder with excitement. Sandwiched between the drunks, Jungkook only smiled as he was forced around, giggling every so often.

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin whined when he never got a response.

“Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook grinned and started another race.

Seokjin couldn’t contain himself at the new nickname and began to full on belly laugh.

“Hey,” Jimin screeched when he noticed a new race was starting. “Jungkook!”

“Jimin-ssi!” the youngest called just as loudly, pitching Jimin’s new nickname at different points each time he said it.

“Bye bye Seokjin-hyung!” Jimin called with a Queen’s wave from the threshold of his apartment entrance. Jungkook was at his side slipping on his sneakers while keeping a watchful eye on their guest.

“Goodnight Jimin-ah!” Seokjin called from the couch, face beet red and a beer in his hand. Jimin couldn’t believe he was still drinking, then again he couldn’t believe how much he had consumed either. “See you around! Stop by whenever you want to, okay?”

Jimin’s lips pulled at the corners to reveal a beautiful set of teeth, “Of course, handsome!” His attention was brought back to the man standing beside him. Mind hazy from the alcohol, Jimin smiled down at the beautiful young man at his side and braced himself at the threshold to keep from stumbling into the hallway of the apartment building. “Are you taking me home?” Jimin grinned when Jungkook stood up straight and fisted his hands into his jogger pockets. If the blond dancer didn’t have the last functioning braincell to understand who Jungkook was and his relationship to Seokjin he would have plotted to get the young man in bed with him. He would have made it his mission for the night to steal him away. But Jimin did have a grip on reality through the muck of his thoughts and was able to pull himself away from the idea as quickly as it hatched. It was a nice thought, but it couldn’t come true to Jimin’s dismay.

“Yes, Jimin-ssi,” he said in a purposefully low voice. Jungkook seemed determined to hit every frequency using the nickname and Jimin—both embarrassed and pleased—never wanted him to stop.

“You’re such a good person, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin swooned and adjusted his side purse on his shoulder. He fumbled around in the small pouch until his clumsy fingers bumped into what sounded like his keys. When he pulled them out, Jimin jangled the metal on the small chain and began to bop his way down the hallway with Jungkook in tow.

“Jimin-hyung,” he giggled and caught up, looping an arm over his shoulders to steady the inebriated soul. “You don’t need to skip,” Jungkook laughed quietly now that they were in the hallway.

“But I want to, don’t stop me,” Jimin whined in a quiet tone, mimicking Jungkook’s soft voice without thinking.

Jungkook snickered, Jimin noticing the way his front teeth were exposed, making him resemble a bunny.

“You have the cutest little teeth,” Jimin smirked, pointing at the younger’s face. “I want to boop your nose.”

“Go for it,” he laughed as they stood in front of Jimin’s apartment door.

The blond grinned widely and rose his index finger between their faces, pressing it gently to the round top of Jungkook’s nose. “You’re cute,” Jimin cooed shamelessly. “I like you. Promise to come over more to Seokjin’s so I can get better and beat you,” he begged.

“Okay. I promise,” Jeon Jungkook flashed another toothy smile. “Are you going to be alright getting to bed on your own?” The question wasn’t meant to sound condescending, Jimin understood that the young man was asking out of the goodness of his heart. He knew the difference. Countless men would ask the same thing of Jimin when they brought him home, judging him for his reckless behavior, patronizing him for being wild and having fun. He hated being talked down to, like he couldn’t handle himself. Jungkook wasn’t like those men.

Seokjin must be one of the lucky ones.

Jimin couldn’t imagine how nice it must be to come home to someone every night. To hold another body close and kiss them under the stars and in the early morning light. He had a taste of it, but only that. A taste. Yoongi was here to keep him company, that’s what Jimin wanted after all. But was it so bad to change his mind and look for more? Ask for something more? Could he take from a demon that easily?


His eyes met with Jungkook’s and he faltered. Once he registered what he was asked, Jimin nodded. “I um, yes. He’s—” Jimin caught himself, “Here’s—I’ll be perfectly fine Kook-ah,” he slurred particularly hard to avoid giving away any indication there was already someone home.

Jimin was so accustomed to Yoongi’s presence in his apartment, it seemed so strange talking to someone like he wasn’t there. Like he didn’t exist. It was a sobering reminder that no matter how real Yoongi was to Jimin, he would never be real to others, and it stung. If Jimin wanted more from the incubus, he could never have what Jin and Jungkook had. A relationship.

Jimin quickly snapped from his thoughts and pressed the key into the knob to unlock his door. Sobriety slowly sinking in the harder he delved into his thoughts.

“Thank you for coming over, it was really nice meeting you,” Jungkook said quietly and pushed his hands back into his pockets.

“Tell Jin I said thank you for having me. It was really nice meeting you Kook-ah,” Jimin flashed him one last smile and entered into his apartment.

“See you later,” Jungkook called and turned his back to the door as he walked back to Jin’s apartment.

“Bye bye!” Jimin whispered merrily.

Once he shut the door and locked the knob, Jimin relaxed his shoulders a bit and rolled his neck to alleviate any tension after staring at a TV screen for hours. He groaned when a crack popped at the back of his neck and released a good amount of pressure. Jimin just barely had the energy to slip his shoes off and place his purse down on the table before he dragged himself to bed through the darkness. He caught a glimpse of the clock on the stove top, it read 2:39am. Without the energy to grumble or fuss about the time, Jimin just trudged his way to his bed and slumped down on his side, rolling onto his back fully clothed.

There was movement on the bed beside him and the faint sound of rustling. Sharp fingernails brushed through his hair and scratched along his scalp in fascinatingly slow movements. They expanded at the top of his head only to contract back to a central point and do the same thing again in a soothing pattern.

“How was it?” came a familiar voice, groggy and rough.

“Mmm,” Jimin hummed, turning onto his side to face the other figure in his bed. “Fun,” he sighed. His head was tucked down and his nose brushed against the warm skin of a chest. The smell of burnt wood and forest decay riddled Jimin’s senses and he leaned closer to absorb as much of the aroma as he could without seeming desperate. “You smell good,” Jimin slurred against a firm chest, his limbs feeling so heavy. Jimin let the dead weight of his body sink deeper into the sheets as an arm crossed at his beck and a hand returned to his head and scratched beneath his hair.

Yoongi snickered, “And you smell like you poured a bottle of vodka on your head.”

Jimin just giggled, all strung out and unrestrained. “I didn’t,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I know you didn’t,” Yoongi said softly and even with his eyes closed, Jimin could sense the pull at the corners of the demon’s lips. “Do you want to sleep in your clothes? Or do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Coming from a demon, you would’ve assumed there was an ulterior motive behind the questions, but Jimin was well aware that Yoongi only wanted to help.

“Where’s our cat?” Jimin whined, remembering he was housing a feline all of a sudden. “I’m a cat daddy now,” he cooed. “To a beautiful girl named after market fish.”

“Yes you are, Jimin,” Yoongi could only grin as he got up to his knees beside the wasted young man. He looked him over, head to toe. His ripped black skinny jeans tight against his thighs, his ass plump and round, perfect for holding and squeezing. A pastel pink sweater loose on his body and exposing his entire shoulder to the ceiling as he lied motionless on his side. His hair splayed across his face and over his eyes, shielding him from Yoongi’s watchful gaze. “Let me help you into some pajamas okay?” Yoongi offered, pressing gently at Jimin’s bare shoulder.

The man rolled onto his back slowly, as if the small motion left him breathless from the effort to move. Yoongi blinked at the shimmer at Jimin’s neck and leaned in a bit closer to identify what was the source of the small flash of light. There, sat on his pretty little collarbone was a thin silver chain with a small diamond right at the center. The chain couldn’t have been any thicker than sewing string. It was so delicate and fragile on Jimin’s neck Yoongi grew worried it may break in his sleep.

“I’m going to take your necklace and earrings off,” the demon explained as he leaned down and brought clawed hands to Jimin’s throat.

A breathy sound passed between lush pink lips. Yoongi almost retracted his hands when he realized Jimin was reacting to his touch.

“I’m just taking your necklace off, Jimin,” he assured quietly. Diligently, Yoongi used his hands to very carefully rotate the necklace on Jimin’s neck until he found the clasp and removed the delicate jewelry. Then he went for the earrings. Carefully, he popped the clasp at the back of the small silver hoops and placed them with the necklace on the nightstand.

When Yoongi returned his gaze back to Jimin, the young man was staring up at him intensely. His vision seemed foggy, but he managed to focus on the demon’s face with ease and map him out where he knelt. His gaze was heavy, Yoongi had to strain against it to stay in his position otherwise he’d collapse.

“What?” Yoongi asked softly, his hands at his sides as he knelt above Jimin.

A wobbly hand reached upwards through the dark and fingers hooked into the front pocket of Yoongi’s ripped jeans. Not expecting the gesture, Yoongi chuckled and placed his hand above Jimin’s cautiously, ready to stop anything he believed to be driven by sheer intoxication.

The young man, slumped into his mattress, sighed through his nose and let his eyelids fall lazily when he gave the pocket a weak tug. “Come’ere,” he mumbled with his eyes closed, a blissed-out smile dripping across his lips.

Yoongi knew this wasn’t coming from Jimin, this was alcohol induced and he wouldn’t allow it to escalate beyond playful banter.

“Hmm?” Yoongi hummed as he tenderly pulled the fingers from his pocket.

Jimin whined at the removal of his digits and desperately flung his arms above his head along his pillow, unknowingly accentuating his upper body. Yoongi had trouble pulling his eyes away from the expanse of Jimin’s chest, the way it strained against the thin material of his shirt, his toned biceps leaving little to the imagination. He was stuck, glued to Jimin’s figure. And it wasn’t until he swept his gaze over an untucked shirt ridding up Jimin’s navel, did Yoongi suddenly find interest in the wall beside him.

“Why do you want me to come closer, Jimin?” Yoongi dared to ask as he kept his stare far away from the man lying down beside him.

He heard a small chuckle, an up to know good kind of chuckle, and then he caught motion through his peripheral. Before Yoongi could register the leg lifting up and passing in front of him, Jimin had effectively put Yoongi between his legs and grabbed a hold of his belt loops. Jimin used his new grip to pull himself up with all his inebriated strength and called up to the demon, “I wanna hold you.”

There was innocence still left in his voice, but Yoongi couldn’t let his guard down. He was a sex demon, not an idiot.

“Is that all you want to do?” he asked calmly, searching for the truth amongst Jimin’s slurs. He dropped his hands to Jimin’s shoulders, a safe place to keep them in case he needed to push Jimin back against the bed to get away. Considering the way Jimin teased him earlier that day and how he’d always acted towards Yoongi when they treaded questionable water, Yoongi was positive Jimin would be against any and all forms of advancement in the sex department while sober. Drunkenness wasn’t an excuse, and just by judging how far gone Jimin was, Yoongi planned to respect him by keeping the lewd comments to a minimum and lustful hands to himself.

The blond moved a little bit closer with Yoongi on his knees and between his legs, his eyes now level at Yoongi’s chest. When he looked up through clouded vision, Jimin pouted his lips at the serious expression the demon wore. “Yoongi-hyung why’re you so stern all-of-a sudden?”

“Answer my question first,” he cocked an unamused brow. “Is that all you wanna do? Is hug me?”

Jimin stared up at him, still pouting as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s torso, pulling him in close and resting his ear above a steady beating heart. “I want to hug you, yes,” he grumbled, sinking into Yoongi’s front and fanning a warm breath over Yoongi’s exposed skin.

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi sighed and moved a hand to the back of Jimin’s head. His fingers pressed against his scalp, nails dragging soothing patterns through his hair. He brought his nose to the crown of Jimin’s head and breathed in his natural musk mixed with a sweet aroma of hair products. He moaned peacefully into the blond locks and closed his eyes while his body relaxed. Yoongi wished he could stay like this, Jimin protected in his arms and nuzzling against his chest with their arms draped around one another in a comforting embrace.

He wished things were different, that Jimin was like him, able to cross between realms and tread freely across the cosmos without fear of harm or injury. If only things were so easy. He wasn’t destined to find interest in humans, only torment them. Yoongi went against his own nature to stay with Jimin, a human man who wanted ‘company.’ There was no reason to stay, no reason to restrain himself from fucking Jimin and leaving him a mess in the sheets. It’s what every incubus would’ve wanted; a long drawn out fuck with the prettiest, sexiest, little flirt they’d ever have the pleasure of finding. But not Yoongi. He wanted something he couldn’t have with Jimin. Something emotional and precious, frail even.

His nails grazed through soft hair, the sound of the fibers being combed soothing Yoongi into a dreamy state. He kept Jimin so close, afraid that this moment could shatter if he wasn’t too careful. Another inhale of his scalp had Yoongi humming. The smell was so…Jimin. A nectar aroma, like melon and cucumbers mixed with essence of sugarcane and honey. It was the perfect balance between warm and cool scents that had Yoongi breathing deep and purposeful, just ghosting against Jimin’s head.

He felt Jimin twitch in his arms, his grip around him slackening while his neck lost tension and his head grew weighted. It would’ve rolled to his shoulder if not for Yoongi’s gentle hand at the back of his head.

“Let’s lie you down, sweet prince,” Yoongi cooed, Jimin’s arms limply falling to his sides with a tired mumble. “You’re exhausted,” he whispered the obvious, lowering Jimin down to the bed gently. “I’ll get you changed into comfier clothes before I totally lose you,” Yoongi smiled as he got up and off the bed to retrieve some pajamas.

He undressed Jimin one article at a time, taking his sleek shirt to replace with an oversized long-sleeved T-shirt. Then his skin-tight pants for a pair of sweats. He removed his socks and placed all of his clothes in the hamper across the room. When he returned Jimin already had himself snuggled into the sheets with his nose tucked under the comforter to shield it from the chilly apartment air. Yoongi grinned at the image of Jimin wrapped up in his bed, his sleepy appearance so wholesome.

He dug through the drawer until he found a long-sleeve T-shirt he had never seen Jimin wear which meant he probably wouldn’t mind if Yoongi borrowed it for the night. He did the same thing with a pair of sweatpants and lied them down on the rocking chair neatly. The incubus dropped his pants at his ankles and tugged on the black sweatpants that hugged his hips perfectly. Next he brought the long sleeve over his horned head and slipped it on, careful to avoid catching his nipple piercings on the hem of the shirt as he brought it down over his body.

Chancing a glance at Jimin, Yoongi saw he was being stared at from the bed. Jimin’s eyes were far from prying, he looked exhausted with the way he could barely focus.

“Come lie down with me,” the young man barely had the strength to speak without dozing off.

“Are you sure you want that?” Yoongi asked cautiously as he crossed the small span between them. He bent over slightly and pressed a clawed hand to Jimin’s cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth over his cheekbone.

“I wanna fall asleep,” Jimin proclaimed in a stern voice that faded out, as a yawn passed over him, “in your arms, okay?”

Yoongi had to smile fondly at the human, his thumb still stroking along the gentle peak of his cheek. “Alright,” he whispered and crawled over Jimin to position himself between the wall and the human. He lifted the covers and sunk his feet under then his legs and his upper body until he could rest his head against the pillow with the sheets draped over him. Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he actually lied down in a bed that wasn’t his own in his realm. He didn’t have to sleep in the human realm, but it was an option and tonight he’d indulge.

Jimin shifted beside Yoongi and squirmed closer until his hands were at the demon’s chest and his head ducked close to Yoongi’s chin. There was no need to speak, the demon knew what he wanted and wrapped an arm around Jimin’s mid-section just above his hip and held him loosely in his grip.

In a matter of minutes Jimin’s breathing shifted into shallow inhales and exhales until his mouth slowly opened and he began to breathe through plump parted lips. Yoongi nuzzled his nose into the fibers of Jimin’s hair, breathing slowly until he too fell into a deep sleep for the first time in the human realm.

The sky was painted in hues of red and gold, the clouds silver and pink as they strung their way through the open air. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of such colors, hoping to remain a little longer to marvel at the scene unfolding before him. But when he looked down at his grip, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to be holding a fishing rod. He was perched on a lawn chair as he cranked at the reel in a fluid motion. Just fast enough to keep the bait moving to entice whatever creatures lay in wait below the water’s surface. To his dismay, Yoongi came up with nothing by the time he reeled in the hook with a chunk of bait still pierced through the strong metal. He cast from his position at the pier’s edge, worried less about hooking someone behind him in the process than where his bait landed in the cool blue water.

The space was bright, almost blinding with the way the light seemed to peer through the cracks of the walls. Yoongi walked forward, his feet guiding him through the beams of light until he recognized his surroundings. Jimin was sitting on the couch, his lap occupied by a familiar feline. Yoongi entered the living room and leaned over the back of the couch, grinning fondly at the cat he and Jimin rescued. “She’s looking better every day,” Yoongi nodded and extended a hand to rub at the cat’s head. She pressed her head against the contact, a purr rumbling to life from her little throat. “You’re so beautiful.” Yoongi brought his attention to Jimin, noting the way the young man seemed to smile with his whole body when his gaze caught Yoongi’s. They leaned close to one another, Jimin craning his neck up and Yoongi down until their lips hovered together.

Black marble with silver flecks glimmered in the dim light of the large room. Pillars of the strong stone seemed to go on forever in every direction around the demon. The floor was black granite that shimmered in a dazzling spectacle which had Yoongi hypnotized as he tried to make shapes on the brilliant floor beneath him.

He was barefoot, he realized, a thin and long skirt flowing off his hips like billows of black smoke. With his chest exposed, Yoongi was able to glimpse over his pale skin adorned in intricate chains and gems. His nipple piercings were the standard barbell with seraphinite balls screwed at the ends. The piercings had golden chains dangling from them and lacing across his pale body in an elaborate harness. His arms were bare except for a pair of golden cuffs paired on his left bicep that shined vividly in the soft light of this unfamiliar place. His fingers wore simple golden bands and his black nails were painted with pieces of gold leaf. Makeup brought out the natural features of his face and emphasized the mystery behind his cunning eyes. With his hair parted slightly at the center of his head, Yoongi was able to see with little obstruction as he turned to find a Victorian Chaise set at the center of this massive maze of marble columns. It was long with one arm shorter than the other with the back rest mimicking the pattern like a swelling wave.

Yoongi approached the long piece of furniture, his hand gliding over the obsidian velvet chaise, content with the soft feel of the fabric. His chains around his torso chimed with the ghostly movements as he rounded behind the couch and paused to brace his hands at the back rest. He stood there gazing down at the velvet in a state of tranquility when a pair of hands gripped him at the hips and he froze. For a moment, Yoongi acted as though he didn’t even register the touch, as if his mind had tricked him. But it grew difficult to ignore when those strong hands traced across his stomach, feathery and warm.

“Min Yoongi,” came the tantalizing voice of a man on a hunt. For what? Yoongi was certain he knew. One hand at his stomach dipped further and cupped his crotch in an iron grip, the thin skirt being the only barrier between his cock and the other’s hand. The opposite hand moved up at a snail’s pace tracing the expanse of Yoongi’s sternum until slender fingers coiled at his neck. Sharp nails pressed into pale flesh, sure to leave pink indents in their absence. “I’ve missed you,” the voice was closer now as a pair of lips brushed over the shell of Yoongi’s ear, causing a shiver to rake down his spine. The other creature moved closer, pressing his hips into Yoongi’s rear and his chest firm to Yoongi’s back, disregarding the consideration of personal space.

He took a small breath to calm himself, even closing his eyes to ease the worry building in his gut at the prospect of being in the presence of this particular person. Jimin was somewhere amongst them beyond the clash of realities, hopefully fast asleep and undiscovered. Yoongi could feel sweat beading at his forehead when the nerves set in. He needed to provide a distraction, anything to keep Jimin hidden.

“It’s been a while,” Yoongi whispered, steeling his voice.

“Too long,” sounded the snide agreement. “How come you’ve been gone for so long, sweetheart?” he asked, planting a gentle kiss to the junction of Yoongi’s jaw and ear. Aside from the hands on his body and the irritated tone, he sounded genuinely interested in Yoongi’s answer.

“Hoseok, you know better than anyone I can’t stand being tied down. And you’re one of the clingiest mother fuckers I’ve met,” Yoongi huffed in annoyance.

“Yet,” the creature behind him began to lean forward, causing Yoongi to bend over the back of the chaise, “I find you here—” a hardening cock pressed to his rear had him sucking quietly while the hands on his body shifted— “Cuddled in bed with an angel in disguise.” A claw gripped at his hip and the other at the back of his neck, holding him in a submissive position. “I think it’s safe to assume that the gorgeous specimen in bed is the cause for your prolonged absence. So who’s the clingy mother fucker now—”

He finally snapped.

Yoongi bucked his hips back hard enough to get some distance between them to swing around and shove the demon away with a pair of hands to the chest.

The cherry haired demon staggered backwards on his feet, shocked by the sudden aggression. His horns were obsidian, just like Yoongi’s, only there were small red ridges that shone when the light hit it just right. His eyes were dark and hurt, like Yoongi had stabbed him rather than push him away. His shoulders were broad, biceps well defined and collarbone appetizing. Hoseok was in a similar dress as Yoongi only he didn’t have chains on his torso, he had a thick golden collar necklace with an amber tear drop at its center that hung at the base of his neck. Thick golden chains wrapped at his waist loosely and gold leaf decorated his thin skirt, pulling at Yoongi’s attention against his will.

It’d been so long since he’d seen this incubus and with a single once over, Yoongi could feel his heart racing in his chest. They had history. Deep. History. And it was hard to ignore with Hoseok looking so sexy in his half naked form. The cock that was pressed to his ass only moments ago leaving a blaze of warmth in its absence.

“Angry?” Hoseok cocked a brow after the rough treatment. “I thought you would’ve jumped in my lap the second you heard me,” he laughed flabbergasted. With that he rounded the chaise and lied down on it with a long drawn out sigh. “What’s eating at you, Yoongi-yah? You’re stressing me out,” Hoseok called up to him, extending a hand up to rub at his exposed back. “Sit with me,” he insisted, his tone far more relaxed and void of sexual intent.

“What the fuck are you doing here Hobi?”

“How you managed to land a job in the lust department and not sloth or wrath still baffles me to this day—”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi spat, thoroughly annoyed. His hands gripped the back of the chaise fearsomely, the sharp ends of his nails pressing deep into the fabric of the furniture. Yoongi very carefully leaned over to square Hoseok with a killer gaze, “Why are you here,” and he annunciated every word.

Hoseok sat up to bring his nose inches from Yoongi’s with a playful smirk to his lips, “Isn’t it obvious?” Those black pools for eyes dropped half lidded on a pair of plump lips hovering above him, “I missed you Suga-hyung.”

For the first time in a very long time, the heat Yoongi would have felt from a gaze so powerful was like ice down his spine. It brought back memories of reckless nights and passionate evenings. Broken skin and lively screams as bodies clashed and bent under the weight of each other. Waves of ink sloshing around him with the smell of sex sinful in the air. Thick and heady, a broth dark desire driven by blood lust.

“You remember,” Hoseok’s breath tickled at his face, “I can see it in your eyes. You’re starving yourself.” Yoongi’s skin went cold under a delicate hand that cupped his cheek and Hoseok grinned to the involuntary reaction. “And for what? A chance with an angel look-a-like? No, Min Yoongi, you’re a demon. You don’t have time to mess around with something so breakable. The time will come when you finally get your chance,” Hoseok nodded, his nails scratching at the back of Yoongi’s head against his scalp. “You’ll have his back arched beneath you, head pressed to the sheets, his thighs shaking as you ‘make love’ to him from behind,” he mocked, “and his toes will curl when he comes undone with sweet nothings dripping from his lips. But that’s all they are, sweet nothings. His brain is so corrupted by you and he won’t resist you or your affectionate touch. He’ll beg you for more. But never out of love.”

Yoongi knew Hoseok spoke the truth but it left an acrid taste on his tongue. He was willing to go above and beyond for Jimin but Hoseok always managed to put things into perspective whether Yoongi wanted to be blind to his actions or not.

“You know this don’t you?” Hobi whispered as though he were talking to a child who he felt needed protection. “That once he tastes your lips and those hands squeeze and pull him apart,” there’s a pause and Hobi’s relaxed eyes land hypnotically on the hands pressed desperately against the chaise. Yoongi felt his breath catch in his throat. Even with his eyes distracted away from his face, Yoongi can still feel the weight of them on his hands. “All notions of love are forfeit. It has no place in our business, Yoongi-ya. Don’t you see that?” his question was low and left open. He knew Yoongi didn’t have the ability to answer and purposely retracted his hand away from a precious face and fixed Yoongi with a solemn expression.

The older demon stood there, hunched slightly over the back of the furniture, his grip loosening substantially and his eyes unfocused on the ground further ahead. He had spent a good amount of time in Jimin’s presence to know he was traveling down a treacherous path. The surprise appearance of a fellow demon did well to shake and ground him in place. Hoseok was right, he had been gone too long from his darker realm, his head was overflowing with human ideals and beliefs of love, it was nauseating. What he thought to be a fun lighthearted game of patience and the need to fuck was slowly being edged away by a need to love. It wasn’t that big of a surprise to Yoongi, he knew he was in too deep with Jimin. Doting around him, being less of a formidable demon and more of a respectful person. It was clear he wasn’t trying so hard to seduce anymore but impress Jimin instead.

The demon, without a word, rounded the chaise with a look of defeat and sat beside the other. Yoongi tucked his legs up to his chest and held them with his arms while his forehead lowered to a knee. All the while Hoseok was shifting his body to accommodate his fellow incubus and stretched a comforting arm behind his back to pull him into a side hug. The other hand clutched at an exposed ankle to anchor them in place and Hoseok hummed when Yoongi’s body shifted to press even closer against him.

“Come here. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” the red-haired demon cooed, nuzzling his nose against the side of Yoongi’s soft cheek which bristled at the contact.

They both moved in unison, Yoongi scooching himself up onto his knees while Hoseok slid to the center of the chaise and sat upright with his legs slightly spread. Yoongi was then guided with firm hands to his hips when one slid down to the back of his thigh and instructed him to swing a leg over Hoseok’s lap with a tender lift. He straddled him willingly and sat on a pair of thick thighs.

Yoongi had refused to act on Hobi’s advances prior, but now it seemed like a perfect opportunity to relieve the tightness in his chest. After discussing his intentions with Jimin and dissecting them into a mess of hurt feelings and impossibilities, Yoongi could use a good fuck. And no one better to get it from than his partner in crime.

The hands at Yoongi’s hips pressed down and long fingers kneaded into the meaty flesh of his ass cheeks. Hoseok loved to grope him nice and soft and in return Yoongi rested his hands delicately on either side of his neck and laced his fingers at the nape.

“Don’t look so sad, Suga,” Hoseok whined, an upward pull at the corner of his lip. The cry did little to pull Yoongi out from his funk, in fact he seemed to slip further away if the lack of focus in his stare was any indication. “Look at me,” his voice was soothing just as it had been before, but it demanded attention. When Yoongi looked down into Hoseok’s gaze, an overwhelming feeling of comfort welled over him. Those cool earthy eyes tore up at him, leaving Yoongi positively vulnerable. Just like that, Hoseok had broken through Yoongi’s tough exterior once again and had him a loose puddle of flesh and blood in his lap. “Let me take care of you,” Hobi hummed and pressed a kiss beneath Yoongi’s jaw.

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It started slowly. Hands trailed along his ribs and nails scraped down against pale flesh. Tiny red marks were the remnants of a touch too cruel. Yoongi hissed at the feeling of his skin being cut and his back tensed to accommodate the splendid ache. The pain riding up his sides was soon forgotten when a tongue met with the base of his neck and traced up to a sensitive ear. The incubus sucked in a breath when teeth played with the flesh of his lobe, gold earrings rattling in the hungry mouth.

Hands brushed back down to his hips and thumbs massaged into the flesh of his tummy, pressing soothing circles into his navel. Nails dragged up Yoongi’s torso until they came dangerously close to his chest and found their resting place over both his pecks. A tender squeeze had Yoongi sighing only to gasp for that breath when a thumb and pointer finger on each hand took hold of his nipple rings and gave a delicate tug.

“There it is,” an encouraging growl from the mouth at his neck. “Absolutely gorgeous,” came the sultry voice. The tongue rimmed the shell of his ear until it lapped it into a warm embrace and received a nibble.

Yoongi had to stifle a shiver when Hoseok pulled away and looked up to him expectantly, fingers giving the nipple rings another tweak. Yoongi whined and leaned into Hoseok, foreheads pressing together restlessly as he began to move his hips on instinct. Yoongi received a contended sigh from the demon beneath him, a pair of hands finding their way to his hips and guiding his light thrusts into Hoseok’s lap.

“Use me,” Hobi encouraged, leaning back against the chaise. He was in a trance, watching Yoongi get himself off. With each probing thrust, Yoongi managed to grind his hardening erection against the other demon’s. The motion of the thrusts was enough to have Yoongi hard, but the added friction of their cocks made his back arch and his head roll to the side.

Hobi hummed at the position and massaged his hands roughly into Yoongi’s bobbing ass in time with his thrusts. “Yes,” he whispered, lifting his right hand and bringing it down sharp against Yoongi’s rear. An excited moan left the incubi’s throat after his ass was dealt a quick blow. With his jaw slack and his eyes watered in ecstasy, Yoongi took a moment to look Hoseok over and lean in.

Their lips met smoothly, fitting together like lock and key. They took their time, kissing and mouthing one another. Yoongi could feel the gentle sucks dealt to his bottom lip, pulling away prematurely to hear a small pop when his flesh was released to bump against his teeth with a tiny smack.

Hoseok was gentle. Commanding. But always gentle.

Their craving for each other’s affection was carnal and unforgiving. Mouths met again and Yoongi took the role of leading as he tilted Hoseok’s head back with a thumb hooking under his jaw. Unable to fight back against the firm hold, Hoseok melted into the touch and allowed Yoongi to slick his tongue past his teeth. The depths of his mouth held no secrets, Yoongi had uncovered them all time and time again.

The two demons writhed when their tongues met, snarling at the searing introduction of their drugged saliva. Hoseok was thrilled to have the poison enter his body, it seared a path down his throat and bubbled in his core. Pulses of warmth radiated throughout his body as Yoongi swept his tongue against the walls of his mouth, infecting him thoroughly with his demonic aphrodisiac. He could barely move as the poison laced his blood and choked him on his own breath, Yoongi suffocating him against the chaise. Hoseok barely felt a pair of hands at his neck until they began to squeeze.

“Suga,” he breathed into the other’s mouth, eyes closed from the pressure. Yoongi dug his thumbs against Hoseok’s carotid arteries and kept him at arm’s length, effectively stopping the transfer of oxygen to his brain and turning his mind into a muddled mess. His grip would fade in and out, letting up the pressure in even intervals. Cutting off his flow for two seconds then allowing the blood to pulse freely for two seconds. Yoongi was edging him into unconsciousness purposefully with his hips thrusting sharp against Hoseok’s thighs, dragging down and forward in quick motions to keep the heat between them. “F-fuck,” the younger groaned in bliss.

Hoseok, through his haze, used his grip on Yoongi’s waist to shift the demon and grind down on his erection at the perfect spot, releasing a harmonized series of moans between them. Yoongi leaned in close and brought his lips down to Hoseok’s who opened his mouth eagerly and accepted his sloppy kiss. Tongues danced in and out of their mouths, teeth clashed unceremoniously, and lips were chewed and bitten feverishly as the friction between them built with each roll of Yoongi’s tantalizing body. Hoseok soaked up the affection like a sponge, his hands working up and down Yoongi’s lithe body and touching his skin with soft hands while he calculated his next attack, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Yoongi liked to take charge, knew how to lure Hoseok to the edge and push him through a brutal orgasm. Knew Hoseok liked it rough, liked to be choked and manhandled, knew Hoseok could give it back to him tenfold if he begged. But only if he begged.

They exchanged a harsh kiss and Yoongi moved his hands to fist into Hoseok’s hair and keep him near. Perfect, Hoseok thought. Come in close and don’t let me go. Now that he had him where he wanted him, Hoseok delivered a firm slap to the side of Yoongi’s ass. A shaky breath pushed through their locked lips, prompting Yoongi to pull away and breathe without obstructions.

Yoongi could feel himself losing control when a set of nails dragged down his back making him wince. He sighed out in agony at the pain, hips stuttering to a stop as the hands at his back smeared the blood into his flesh and after a few moments of careful massage the ache subsided.

Out of nowhere, another smack was dealt to his ass over the same spot that had been assaulted and Yoongi was grunting with his head flung back to reveal the impressive curve of his neck. Hoseok drawn like a moth to a flame, straightened himself and craned his head up to suck a bruise onto Yoongi’s throat, just below his Adam’s apple. He hummed to the sound of Yoongi’s ragged breathing, smirking against his neck and biting down gently. Before Hoseok moved away he trailed kisses up Yoongi’s neck, past his jaw, across his cheek, and gave him a soft peck on the lips which was reciprocated.

Their eyes opened in unison, dazed and half lidded, pupils blown into deep pools of black that swallowed each other whole.

Hoseok’s hands came to Yoongi’s tummy and massaged the flesh with careful circular motions. Blood was painted in their wake, blotching Yoongi’s stomach in messy shades of pink and crimson. His watchful eyes tracked the featherlike touch across his body, marveling at their gentle nature coming from such a vile creature.

This was okay. For Yoongi this was safe and familiar. Familiar hands on his body and a familiar feeling of pleasure and pain. He was comfortable with Hoseok using and abusing his body, it excited him. It brought back so many good memories of past sexual experiences they shared. Hoseok was patient and willing to learn what made Yoongi tick, he was pliable and easily trainable which made for a wonderful sexual partner. Yoongi taught him everything he knew about bondage and discipline that Hoseok didn’t already have experience in.

A born sadist, Hoseok only knew how to deliver pain and humiliation, but he grew to crave it when he met Yoongi who worked hard to break him into submission. They practiced their skills on one another as much as they could until one day it blossomed into something beyond training. Something beyond self-discovery. There was passion in their movements, a drive to make the other feel cared for. Temporarily loved. The key word being ‘temporarily.’ They weren’t created to seek love, Yoongi and Hoseok were birthed to fuck humans for fun and nothing more. They were Suga and Hope, the demons of lust. But as long as they had freedom of will, they could pretend they felt more than feverish sexual appetite.

Hoseok had mentioned it plenty of times, how at the end of the day they belonged together. That they could live out their immortal existence messing with humans on earth and return home to one another’s comforting embrace and make love in the void of hell until they collapsed. Yoongi denied his idea time again, against the proposal whole heartedly, knowing it would never work so easily. But after all this time and all this turmoil, the thought of relaxing in Hoseok’s guarding arms each time he returned to their home realm soothed his weary soul.

He peeked a glance at Hoseok’s face, noting the way the demon focused intently on soothing Yoongi’s pain with wonderful strokes of his hands. Their eyes met once more, Yoongi’s first thought to kiss the lips presented to him. Their noses brushed together and eyes closed peacefully as they exchanged a loving kiss. Yoongi moaned low and started a slow pace with his pelvis rocking against Hoseok, determined to bring them back on track.

Yoongi brought his hands over his head and stretched them up to widen the expanse of his chest. He put himself on display for Hoseok, showed his body off and accentuated the parts his fellow incubus loved with a clever arch in his back. It was a form of seduction Yoongi demonstrated best. He would model himself for Hoseok, let him know that what he had in front of him was worth every last drop of blood sweat and tears he had to give.

“Oh Suga,” Hoseok mused up to him, his thighs twitching upward at the dazzling display, rocking the demon on his lap slightly. “You’re too good at that shit,” he moaned, tongue pressing over the ring and bud of Yoongi’s nipple. His lips sucked at the jewelry and his tongue flicked and fluttered over the sensitive bud. Desperately, Yoongi brought a hand down and clutched the base of Hoseok’s head while the other wrapped at his own horn. Cursing under his breath, Yoongi tried to stay quiet with his nipple being teased but he could feel the arousal bubbling in his lower abdomen, his cock swelling with fervent blood the longer Hoseok rolled his tongue over his nipple in tantalizing swirls.

Yoongi cursed again only this time it was loud enough to catch Hoseok’s attention. He flicked his tongue faster over the bud and sucked harder around the metal until he was certain Yoongi would lose his mind at the feeling. A soft moan rose from the back of Yoongi’s throat and was interrupted by another slap to his rear.

“A-ahh!” he groaned, eyes clenched shut and hips losing their rhythm on Hoseok’s lap for what felt like the sixth time.

“I love your nipples,” Hoseok smiled charmingly up to Yoongi, moisture cornered at his lip from where his saliva collected. “I love the noises they pull out of your throat,” he grinned, pecking the raw bud fondly.

“Hoseok,” Yoongi tried to speak but his voice drew shaky and rough. Overstimulated, the incubus felt his head swimming, his eyes could barely sit right in his skull; the effects of being intimate with another demon. Quickly, Yoongi lifted himself off of Hoseok and stood in front of the chaise. “Lie down,” he demanded, a finger pointed sharply at the chaise as his other hand combed through his hair to brush his fringe out of his eyes. “Rest your head on the arm,” Yoongi instructed breathlessly.

The younger demon did as he was commanded and lied down on his back across the chaise, head and back slightly inclined by the taller arm of the chaise. Yoongi took in the image before him; Hoseok sprawled along the chaise, one leg propped up with his knee to the sky, the other leg lazily draped over the edge of the furniture to plant his foot on the marbled floor. A hand absentmindedly found its way to his rock-hard cock tenting his flowy black skirt and rubbed the furious erection. His chest was heaving, nipples perked and his muscles flexing with each exhale. The jewelry adorned on his body flashy and hypnotic, damp wavy locks falling across his face in a wonderful chaos. The horns on his head impressive, nails sharper than pointed glass. And his eyes. Those eyes ate Yoongi whole where he stood above him.

They followed his hands and watched Yoongi’s skirt be pushed off his slim hips and pool at his ankles. A cock bobbed free demanding Hoseok’s attention and he was helpless to stare at the angry head above him with a slack jaw. His opposite hand reached up to trace over the bare thigh, nails tickling over the sensitive spot and getting a small jolt out of Yoongi. Brushing up further, Hoseok cupped Yoongi’s balls with a slight squeeze while his middle finger reached back and probed at his perineum. He watched as Yoongi tensed in his grip and pulled in a shaky breath, his tail coiling around his own leg like a frightened snake.

Then a claw took a hold of Hoseok’s wrist and pinned it above his head along the arm of the chaise. Yoongi moved, a lightning strike, and crawled onto the furniture above Hoseok. He moved down and gripped the hem of the skirt at his waist and yanked it down to his knee. Hoseok’s cock sprung free and landed along his navel with a small thud. “Yoongi-ya,” he whispered, cupping Yoongi’s face fondly.

Rather than play into the cutesy act, Yoongi fixed Hoseok with a dark look and crawled closer on his hands and knees until he was looming above him and exerting his dominance. Hoseok went to avert his gaze at the proximity until Yoongi snatched his chin and brought his eyes back to his by force. The younger was mildly surprised and perhaps fearful, but it was quickly replaced by intrigue and thrill the longer he gazed into the depths of Yoongi’s cunning stare.

“Hope,” he began in a gravelly voice, the grip at Hoseok’s chin sliding to his neck and applying pressure over his carotid artery, “Why should I leave this place? What does our realm have to offer that I can’t find here on earth?”

Hoseok audibly gulped, the questions he was asked were loaded and meant to provoke him into revealing true feelings. Yoongi excelled at gaining information from him and Hoseok couldn’t help being truthful and obey. Nails tickled at Yoongi’s ribs until the soft pads of fingers held him in place above Hoseok. “Me,” he whispered, eyes pleading up to his dominator.

The weight that settled on Yoongi’s shoulders was close to unbearable. He never knew a single word could be so heavy and leave him speechless. But he needed answers from Hoseok and he wouldn’t stop until he felt confident in his decision at the end of this encounter.

“You,” he whispered back, tone substantially softer. “And what is it about you that I can’t get here, Hobi? What do you give me?”

The other demon fluttered his eyes at a particularly hard press to his artery, but as quickly as it came, the pressure was taken away and he managed to regain his train of thought. “I give you comfort,” he assured, giving Yoongi’s sides a desperate squeeze to emphasize his claim. “I give you release, someone to come—” another press to his artery and he has to pause, “come home to. A friend.” Hoseok licked his bottom lip enticingly, Yoongi’s dick pulsing at the smirk that crept over his blissed-out face. “A lover,” he purred.

“A lover,” Yoongi smiled down at him, pleased. “You’re my lover,” he breathed, leaning down to connect their lips. “Do you know what it means to love?”

Hoseok unable to move under Yoongi’s crushing grip could only look at the expanse of his neck and imagine sucking another bruise next to the one he already created. “Do you?” he countered, eyes locked on the discoloration of flesh.

“No,” Yoongi answered in a fraction of a whisper. “But I want to,” he proclaimed, laying a kiss at Hoseok’s sticky forehead.

“Let me tell you then,” Hoseok urged, fingers lacing around the wrist that held his neck in place. “My body will do the talking,” his thumb rubbing back and forth to ease Yoongi away.

He let up and removed his grip, Hoseok’s eyes fluttering at the release until his vision cleared enough to focus on the task at hand.

The younger incubus pushed gently at Yoongi’s chest to have him stand up on his knees above him. With a twirling gesture of his index finger, Hoseok encouraged the other to turn around and face his back to him. Yoongi did as he was instructed until he was standing on his knees with Hoseok laying between his spread legs. His hips were clutched in clawed hands and he was guided backwards until he felt air brush across the flesh of his ass and the black scales of his tail. He tensed when a harsh smack reamed him across the cheek that hadn’t been touched. A curse rolled from his lips loosely as he leaned forward away from the pain. By bending, he effectively parted his cheeks which gave Hoseok all the incentive he needed to spread him wide and press his lips to the ring of muscle.

The pleasant feeling of lips had Yoongi’s back arching and a drawn-out moan rumbling in his throat. His tail lifted out of the way and coiled in on itself over his back and down his side in a desperate attempt to resist strangling anything it managed to cling to. The muscle of his anus was kissed so softly and it took everything in him to stay still and keep from bucking back for more contact. But this was all part of the game. He needed to be patient in order to receive an award from Hoseok. It would come eventually, but Yoongi needed to demonstrate his self control to get what he wanted.

His ass was squeezed and the pressure built until the nails at his cheeks pierced his flesh and left him gritting his teeth as the bristling sting tickled up his spine and down his toes.

“Fuck you,” he sneered in pain, receiving a chuckle from Hoseok. He wouldn’t act against Hoseok and demand more, but he’d do everything in his power to distract him. So Yoongi bent down onto his elbows over Hoseok’s body and licked a strip from the tip of his cock to his balls. He felt a heavy breath press against his tight hole and the nails dug into his skin press in even harder. Yoongi’s leg shook at the stinging in his rear but he kept at it, lapping at Hobi’s dick in slow successions. He leaned further away to suck at a vulnerable inner thigh only to be pulled back violently away from the area by his hips which Hoseok now held in a crushing grip. Yoongi snickered at the harsh treatment and playfully licked the tip of Hoseok’s erection to piss him off even more. He was smacked hard against the back of his thigh. He groaned through gritted teeth with his brows scrunched and eyes tightly shut as fire broke out across his skin.

“Enough,” Hoseok’s voice was rough, thoroughly annoyed with Yoongi’s provocations. He pushed his palm into the red print he left searing in Yoongi’s skin and smoothed his hand over it to soothe the ache. Moisture dropped on Hoseok’s chest and he chanced a look to see a string of precum drip from the head of Yoongi’s dick and collect with the first drop. “Hold it,” Hoseok whispered behind a smirk and pecked Yoongi’s cheeks one at a time.

Without further ado, he spread Yoongi apart again and peppered his ring of muscle with small kisses. “Be good for me,” he mumbled into him. His voice vibrating against Yoongi’s sensitive hole and sending a shiver up his shoulders. Hoseok started to press open mouthed kisses to his perineum, sucking on the skin between his lips and spurring a string of curses and moans out of Yoongi’s sinful mouth. He kissed and sucked at his body, pulling the blood to the surface gently and working him into a mess of swears and whines.

The introduction of his tongue drove Yoongi wild. His back arched dramatically towards the chaise as a wet muscle circled his puckered hole. It lapped from his balls to the top of his crack and shook Yoongi to his core, but nothing could prepare him for the unforgettable feeling of Hoseok’s tongue slowly slipping into him.

“Ho-Hoseok,” the incubus cried out, nails seeking purchase in the cushion of the furniture on either side of Hoseok’s legs. Yoongi tried not to clench down but the feeling of being breached was overwhelming and his whole body convulsed.

The younger demon extended and contracted his fingertips to calm Yoongi from behind. They both knew he needed to relax and he would eventually. Thankfully Hoseok was in a forgiving mood and took his time opening Yoongi up rather than tongue fuck him raw. His tongue pulled out and he sucked at Yoongi’s hole, long and hard to loosen his muscle. He flicked his tongue quickly just as he did to Yoongi’s nipple earlier only this time the noises that sounded were loud and paired well with the cries that poured from Yoongi’s lips.

“Fuck,” he whined when Hoseok switched between sucking Yoongi’s puckered hole and twitching his tongue over it. “Hoseok, please,” he groaned, doing everything to keep his hips in place and avoid ramming them into the other’s incubi’s face. But to no avail, Hoseok played by his rules and lapped and sucked on his own terms. “Hoseok, please,” he cried louder, Yoongi’s brows scrunched together painfully as his claws tore through the furniture beneath them.

Hoseok hummed in response and pressed his tongue in with a little less resistance. “Mm,” he mumbled approvingly and gave his tongue a gentle roll.

Yoongi nearly lost it when Hoseok pressed further, his face pressing ruthlessly against his rear, diving as close as he could get. He imbedded his tongue inside Yoongi, pressing the wet muscle in and coating his insides with a natural aphrodisiac.

Yes,” Yoongi whined, pushing up onto his hands and keeping his spine curved for maximum pleasure.

The younger incubus pushed deeper and harder, his tongue extending as far as it would allow and rolled inside. He wet him, he flicked at his walls and poked and prodded until a particular flick of his tongue had Yoongi almost collapsing.

“There. Right there,” he moaned desperately, sweat dripping from Yoongi’s brow and cum dripping from his slit. He could barely support his own weight over Hoseok and had to drop back down to his elbows. “Fuck,” he choked when his prostate was skimmed.

Hoseok pulled his face away from his ass and manhandled his slim frame until he was on his knees now and Yoongi was on his back. He lifted his legs and rolled Yoongi into a ball with his ass up and legs hanging over his chest and head.

Holding him in place, Hoseok bent forward and took Yoongi back into his mouth. Tongue to hole, he dipped it in without resistance and plunged further until he was tickling at Yoongi’s prostate. Making sure he had a steady hold on Yoongi’s waist, Hoseok took his free hand and massaged the other demon’s balls. He rolled them around in his hand as his tongue worked him loose and dragged against a bundle of nerves that had Yoongi on the cusp of screaming.

“I’m,” Yoongi hiccupped on his words, frantic cries and grunts piercing the air, “I’m going to come.”

Hoseok moaned against him in encouragement, his own dick throbbing from all of the pleasure he’s blessed Yoongi with, getting off on Yoongi’s arousal. He clutched down on the pair of balls harshly, thrumming his fingers against them rhythmically as he rubbed his tongue brutally along Yoongi’s most sensitive spot inside him.

Hobi felt the demon in his grip tense up, his hole constricting around his tongue and his thighs bulging as his back began to straighten slightly. A silent scream fell from parted lips and his body quaked with each spurt of cum that dripped onto his own chest and neck. Yoongi brought a hand to his twitching erection and gave it a few tugs to milk himself through his spine breaking orgasm. Hoseok didn’t pause for a second as he watched the incubus come undone before him, touching himself and spurring more milky cum to decorate his pale body. Yoongi groaned and grunted as his hand pumped him free of his orgasm until he finally ended with a guttural scream.

His body went limp in Hoseok’s grip and that was when he finally removed his tongue from Yoongi’s entrance and gently lied the demon down in a comfortable position on the chaise. He pressed between his legs and positioned his cock to the slick entrance. Yoongi took him raw. It burned at first but eventually he relaxed and wrapped his legs and arms around Hoseok’s body and let the demon pound into him violently. It didn’t take long for Hoseok to build up a sweat, his breath heavy against Yoongi’s neck and his heart trying to burst from his chest. Yoongi felt a tail wrap at his ankles and hold them together, the scales sticking to his flesh and locking him in place around Hoseok’s body, the way he liked it.

“Fuck me,” Yoongi snarled into Hoseok’s ear, giving the lobe a sharp bite. The younger grunted at the demand and started to beat into Yoongi even harder. His balls smacked against his ass with vulgar slaps, the squelching of his cock passing in and out of Yoongi paired with their heavy panting created a symphony of sin.

Yoongi began to choke Hoseok once again, his grip devastating on his neck while his other hand tracked paper thin scratches into the bare back above him. He could feel the blood surging up to the surface and bubbling from the long cuts as he retraced the same spot over and over to leave a severe mark across Hoseok’s back. The blood was smudged across his skin and coated Yoongi’s hand thoroughly in red. He brought his hand between them and sucked on his fingers to taste Hoseok’s blood, his cock stiffening at the sensation of his blood hot on his tongue. Yoongi pressed a digit into Hoseok’s mouth and made him taste himself, smearing their lips in his precious blood.

“Cum for me,” Yoongi ordered through a harsh rut of Hoseok’s hips.

That’s when his hips began to stutter. That’s when Hoseok was pushing in deeper until his toes curled, and he fucked into Yoongi and spilt his seed deep with a cracked groan. His head was light and his vision blurred as he practically fell onto Yoongi with his dick buried and spilling his cum inside his body with weak twitches of his hips.

The tail at Yoongi’s ankles slunk lifelessly away and fell to the chaise with a thud and to keep Hoseok from crushing him, Yoongi moved his arms to wrap around him and hold the younger incubus against his chest. He pressed his nose into the damp red locks, careful to avoid bumping their horns together as he breathed in Hoseok’s natural smell. A smoldering fire, an open field of wild grass, a lemon tree. Home.

Hoseok eventually got up and off of Yoongi and snapped his fingers to present Yoongi with a pool of black water to the left of the chaise past a pair of columns. He took Yoongi by the hand and guided him to the small pool when he lowered him into the warm liquid. Hoseok knelt beside the tub of liquid and snapped his fingers to have a white cloth appear from thin air and fall into his hand. They glanced at one another and exchanged a passionate kiss. There was nothing friendly about it. Their kisses were meaningful, definite.

The cloth was soaked with the warm liquid, dye it a sinister obsidian and brought to Yoongi’s back. Hoseok worked the cloth over his scratched flesh gently, being cautious of the pain he may inflict if he pressed to hard. Yoongi was used to the aftercare, it was his favorite part of the whole experience. Hobi was so caring towards him, humming sweet songs under his breath, passing loving smiles to Yoongi, kissing his temple and brushing his hair out of his face.

The blood slowly mixed with the black liquid and washed away from his body to leave behind only scabbed cuts and bruises. The cum at his neck was washed away as well, same with the blood on his stomach and Hoseok’s cum between his legs. He sighed at the extra care Hoseok gave him, relishing in the gentle touch of the soft cloth against his shoulders and chest.

Hoseok joined him in the small pool of black water and Yoongi took the cloth and cleaned him up just as fondly. They kissed, Hoseok’s arms wrapped around Yoongi as they soaked up each other’s comforting presence with their hands sliding over limbs and combing through wet hair. Their tails tangled under the water legs splayed about and arms reaching with hands gripping and holding on to one another.

“He’ll never love you like me,” came a whisper.

Yoongi’s heart skipped at the fragile statement.

“Maybe,” was Yoongi’s hesitant reply.

Hoseok, void of emotion came in close and ducked his head to peer into Yoongi’s eyes. “The longer you stay here, the weaker you get,” he warned. “Others are moving in now. Summoning rituals are increasing in activity, attracting more of us. You’ll have to compete soon to get your fill, and you’re already struggling to survive here.”

Yoongi averted his eyes, unwilling to listen to the truth.

“You’re going to starve,” Hoseok was stern, his voice pushy, urgent. “You should come back with me while you have the energy to do it, Yoongi-ya.”

The incubus refused to respond. His mind was made up already. The threat of other demons entering Seoul meant that Jimin was more vulnerable than ever and he wouldn’t risk leaving him now.

“I can’t leave,” Yoongi whispered, eyes solid as they peered back over to Hoseok who looked on in disappointment.

“And I can’t force you to come back with me,” Hoseok whispered back, heartbroken. “I hope I’ll see you again.”

Yoongi nodded to him, “You will.”

Hoseok moved in the black water and pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead and then they exchanged an open mouth kiss.

Yoongi heard fingers snap and he was back in the earthly reality.

Sitting in Jimin’s tub saturated in his blood and a mixture of his and Hoseok’s cum, Yoongi looked over his body in the dim bathroom light. He was bruised and scratched all over. A few weeks’ worth reminders of Hoseok pressed and etched into his skin.

The incubus rubbed at his head for a moment to clear his thoughts then stood up in the tub on wobbly legs. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood there in the water, numb from the pain in his heart with Hoseok gone. He could only hope now that his decision to stay was worth it.

Chapter Text

Jimin could barely open his eyes when the sun beams lanced through his closed curtains. Try as he might, his lids were weighted and stubborn, refusing to pull back to allow him to see. He brought his hands to his face roughly and pressed at his eyelids, rubbing them open with the heel of his palms. A drowsy exhale pushed through his nostrils as he lay his arms above his head on the pillow to stretch his chest and shoulders.

Alcohol strong on his breath took Jimin back to his wild night laughing with his neighbors. Reminding him that he never brushed his teeth before he fell asleep which made his skin crawl and his nose twitch in displeasure.

The room was cast in a dim orange light through his opaque white curtains that signaled the early rise of the sun. Jimin typically slept in late after a long night of drinking, but this morning seemed to be different somehow. He felt tired as ever, but the possibility of sleep seemed distant, out of reach even. The young man so badly wanted to close his eyes again and drift into a dream when he realized he was alone in bed. He could’ve sworn Yoongi was cuddled up with him before he fell asleep the night prior. Then again he was pretty drunk so maybe he just imagined it.

His head swiveled side to side until he spotted a small feline curled up by his feet above the covers. “Oh, my princess,” he cooed groggily.

Leaning up, Jimin was pleased to see the feline turn her head to face him, eyes barely open and a yawn passing her tired face, flashing those fearsome teeth. Reaching over to her, Jimin picked up the cat under the arms and brought her to his chest to cradle lovingly. “How was your first night?” he whispered against her head, breathing in her smell. The shampoo used the day before to wash her lingered faintly in her fur and Jimin smiled at the sweet scent. There was still a bit of dandruff on her black coat, but she was cleaner than she probably ever had been.

A soft purr rumbled through her body as she snuggled into Jimin’s tender hold, nuzzling her face against his neck and cheek affectionately.

“My sweet angel,” he spoke to her like a newborn baby, so kind and gentle. “My pretty Sengsohn.” Scratching behind her one ear left the cat a puddle in his arms. She purred and purred, practically falling back to sleep as she was held. It occurred to Jimin that this may have been her first restful night’s sleep. He wondered if she had felt this comfortable as a stray and had the ability to sleep throughout the night without interruption or fear. Whatever the case, he was glad he could provide her with a home. “You must be hungry,” he assumed, pecking her once again atop the head. “I’ll fix you up some breakfast.”

With one hand Jimin held the cat and with the other moved the covers off of his lower body and slid from his bed. He padded into the living room area and was pleasantly surprised to find Yoongi dead asleep on his couch, a throw blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon, his face barely peeking out from his soft fortress. A smile crept over Jimin’s face as he passed the sleeping demon and entered into the kitchen area.

He set Sengsohn on the floor and poured her a generous scoop of dry food then refilled her water. She chowed down on the bits so quickly Jimin had to take the bowl away and measure out portions so she wouldn’t make herself sick. It was a silly mistake to make and he felt bad taking the bowl away and hand feeding her.

He sat down with his back against the cabinets below the sink, one hand outstretched with the food and the other holding the bowl out of Sengsohn’s view. “I’m sorry angel, I should have given you a smaller amount to begin with,” he apologized in a pouted whisper.

She chewed the dry bits hastily, refusing to leave a single crumb in Jimin’s hand as she lapped at the crevices between his fingers with her rough tongue. Little by little he fed her until she slowed in her movements and seemed to grow disinterested in feeding. That was Jimin’s cue to stop. He would have dumped the remainder of the food in the bag but there was none left.

The cat strutted over to the water and drank with soft flicks of her tongue as she sat in front of it. He giggled when she spilt some on her paw and began to lick at it to clean her mess.

Placing the empty food bowl down beside her, Jimin turned and washed his hands quietly in the sink to be rid of her saliva and the smell of fishy kibble bits. It wasn’t exactly his favorite scent. He dried his hands on the towel hanging from the ring on the side of the cabinet and turned to face the incubus on his couch. Yoongi hadn’t moved an inch since Jimin last saw him, the only indication he was alive was the sound of his soft breathing that whistled past his open mouth.

Jimin grinned at the image and walked over to his roommate until he stood beside the couch and bent forward to look closely at the adorable way Yoongi slept. His limbs were pressed firmly together in a little ball, cheeks puffy with sleep, mouth barely open to allow his small breaths to pass through. It was the first time Jimin had seen Yoongi asleep and he burned the precious image in his mind. Such an evil creature now reduced to a bundle of cuteness without a care in the world. Jimin so badly wanted to pinch at his cheeks or brush his fingers through his inky fringe but decided against it when he took into consideration just how peaceful Yoongi looked. Take away the horns, the tail, and the evil charade and Yoongi was just another person. Maybe even human.

The young man fixed him with a final smile and moved away to give Yoongi his space. Now was a good time to get ready for the day but he’d have to do it quietly. First thing first was breakfast. He grilled some tofu seasoned with soy sauce, cooked rice with red and black beans, scrambled some eggs with vegetables in a pan, and cut up a watermelon into tiny cubes which he picked at while everything else was cooking.

His apartment smelt heavenly as he prepared his meal, Sengsohn even growing curious to the aromas and jumping up onto the counter to watch Jimin cook. He removed a seed from a cube of watermelon and placed it down on the counter’s surface to feed her. She sniffed at the cube first before picking it up in her mouth and darting off the counter. Jimin giggled at the speedy get away and watched her race towards the couch. He went to call for her when she leapt onto the furniture and stepped along the ridge of Yoongi’s side.

Dammit, he thought nervously as Sengsohn lied down on Yoongi’s body and chewed into the watermelon cube.

Predictably, Yoongi shifted in his sleep and gave a lethargic moan to the commotion on top of his side. He moaned a second time when he stretched his legs out straight along the couch and rose his arms over his head in a full body stretch. Sengsohn paused in her eating to adjust to Yoongi’s movements when he lied flat on his back and she took a comfortable position on his stomach. Jimin watched nervously as the demon’s eyes opened up to the ceiling sluggishly and his hands pressed to his face soon after to massage away his exhaustion.

Yoongi looked down at his stomach to find Sengsohn munching into the watermelon and smiled fondly her way. Jimin half expected him to be pissed off after being woken up, but he was pleasantly surprised to see Yoongi raise his arms up from beneath the blanket and pet the cat’s sides. It occurred to Jimin that Yoongi was wearing one of his favorite sweatshirts, a black hoodie that read “[brúklin]” across the chest in small white font. The fashion choice was endearing to Jimin because it meant Yoongi took the time to rummage through his drawers until he hit the bottom and found it stashed away for safe keeping. He wondered if Yoongi knew it was his favorite and chose it on purpose, the idea had his heart fluttering.

Yoongi caught Jimin staring and gave him a small wave from where he lied on the couch. The young man blushed and gave a cheerful, “Good morning,” his voice soft but loud enough to be heard over his cooking.

“Smells good,” Yoongi mumbled.

Jimin, a little too quick to respond, perked up and stuttered, “T-thank you.”

A yawn passed over Yoongi’s face and he did little to cover it up with his hands still stroking up and down the cat’s sides. “What is it?” he asked in a scratchy voice, riddled with sleep.

Jimin nearly choked at the question, confused by what Yoongi meant. “What is what?” he asked nervously, hoping the demon wasn’t referring to his obvious flustered disposition.

Yoongi cleared his throat to be rid of the gravel that set in during his sleep, and murmured, “What are you cooking?”

Duh, Jimin mentally smacked himself. “Oh, um, eggs with veggies, beans and rice, and tofu,” he responded simply with a curt nod of his head, doing his best to compose his racing heart.

Yoongi nodded to this and hummed at the brief description, focus directed back to the cat on his stomach. With Sengsohn acting as a distraction, Jimin took his opportunity to turn back around and face the stove to continue cooking his meal. They remained in silence for quite some time until Jimin finished up and began plating his breakfast.

“I asked you last night,” Yoongi began blandly, “ was your little playdate?”

Jimin had to laugh at the word in which Yoongi used to describe his night with Jin. “It was really nice. We drank a lot,” he grinned down at his meal.

“I never would’ve guessed,” Yoongi butted in plainly, but there was humor written across his face.

“I know,” Jimin smiled as he sat at the island and picked up his chopsticks. “I met Jin’s boyfriend too,” Jimin chirped, picking up a bit of his egg omelet and blowing on it to cool.

Yoongi blinked, perplexed. “Boyfriend?” he asked curiously.

Mhhm,” Jimin hummed as he drew the food into his mouth and chewed. He swallowed and continued, “His name is Jeon Jungkook. He’s fucking hot.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened at the brutal honesty. “Tell me how you really feel,” he scoffed, a curve to the corner of his lip as a mischievous look blossomed across his face.

“Yoongi,” Jimin smiled through his chewing, “you need to come over with me next time to see this man. I promise it’ll be worth your time. He gorgeous.”

Yoongi giggled from his lying position, Sengsohn quaking on his stomach from the laughter. “Try not to drool in your food ChimChim,” he teased, leaning his upper body up and cradling the cat to his chest as he did so. “Sengsohn-ah, tell Jimin to be careful while he eats,” Yoongi mumbled in his best baby voice against her head with pouted lips.

He giggled at the display when a thought hit him right over the back of his head. “Oh! Yoongi-hyung, when do you want to leave to get a sacrifice? I don’t want to keep you waiting if you’re hungry.”

The demon shrugged at this as he scratched the feline in his lap. “It doesn’t matter to me,” he insisted, “whenever you’re ready.”

Jimin, displeased with the answer, took a clump of beans and rice between his chopsticks and ate it quickly. “You must be hungry,” Jimin tried for a better response out of the demon but was let down when he saw Yoongi shrug his shoulders for a second time. “I wish you could eat with me,” Jimin deflated, popping a few pieces of tofu into his mouth, his meal nearly gone as he stared down at the small bowls in defeat.

Yoongi yearned for something so domestic. But the reality was he could only eat sacrificial animals that were laced in demonic chants and offerings. “I can eat food the same way you do. It just wouldn’t give me any energy. It has no nutritional value to me as a demon,” he explained quietly.

The young man at the island hummed at that, his mind working to figure something out to help Yoongi and his struggle against hunger. His mind began to wander a bit, thoughts of Yoongi feasting on animal flesh and meat, tearing it apart expertly across an altar. He was so meticulous and organized when he ate, his delicate fingers working across the carcass and picking at bones and flesh. It was almost like watching an artist create their next masterpiece. The blood that dripped down his chin, the way he chewed, the focus in his eyes. The blood that dripped down his chin… Dangerous eyes. A crooked smile. Red wavy hair.

...I forgot about that. Jimin fell into shock when the image of the demon in his dream shot through his mind. The demon…

“Yoongi,” Jimin started, pausing to clear away his nerves, “I had a dream when I took my nap yesterday.”

Catching on to the shift in emotions, Yoongi stilled, his hands motionless on Sengsohn’s body. He stared over at Jimin whose gaze was averted and glaring bleakly down at his empty bowls. Yoongi gave his undivided attention to the human after the mention of dreams, a gateway between the earthly realm and others in the cosmos. Whatever the dream consisted of Yoongi had a bad feeling it left Jimin feeling uncomfortable just judging by the way he sunk into himself with his shoulders hunched and his head down.

“I think I was in the park, where we go sometimes to get a sacrifice for you,” Jimin continued, eyes piercing holes into the countertop. “I think I was a bird, or something. Because I was flying around? And then I saw someone down below. When I got closer I saw a demon.”

Yoongi was motionless, his back tensing at the prospect of Jimin coming in contact with a creature of sin through a dream. “How did you know it was a demon?” he asked calmly, struggling to keep the worry in his voice away.

“Because he had the same horns and tail as you,” Jimin pointed out, eyes looking up to meet with Yoongi’s. They froze, neither one of them able to hide their true feelings about the frightening encounter. “He was bent over an animal’s body and eating it,” the young man explained further.

“What else did he look like?” Yoongi asked carefully, his tone even.

Jimin went on, “He had short red wavy hair. These leather studded gloves. Wore all black, just like you do. His smile was almost…heart shaped.”

Yoongi couldn’t believe what Jimin described, his mind raced at the possibility of Jimin dreaming about this particular demon. “And you said you dreamt about this when you were napping yesterday? After we came back from the market?”

His head nodded at the questions he was asked and answered with a timid, “yeah.”

It had to be Hoseok. The description, the timing, the way the demon had spoken about Jimin as if he’d already seen him. Everything pointed to Hoseok. Yoongi couldn’t have been more relieved. “I don’t think he’ll bother you. Traveling through dreams is a way for us to move around and look for potential targets,” Yoongi assured him with a nod.

“Potential targets? Are you saying he was looking to come here and have sex with me?” Jimin cried.

The demon stood up to his feet shaking his head, Sengsohn leaping from his lap and bouncing onto the floor out of his way. He crossed the space between them and stood at Jimin’s side with a hand to his shoulder. “He was just checking you out probably. But I have a good feeling that as long as I’m here he won’t try anything,” Yoongi explained with confidence. His hand gave a delicate squeeze to Jimin’s shoulder, doing his best to relax his troubled mind. “I promise you won’t be visited. I won’t let a demon get to you as long as I’m here.”

The sincerity in Yoongi’s tone and the glint in his warm eyes soothed Jimin’s racing pulse. It didn’t clear away all of his concern, but it did a great job at calming him temporarily in the moment. That was until he spotted a discolored splotch of skin on Yoongi’s neck.

His eyes narrowed on the dark mark, confused as to how a bruise could even form on Yoongi’s body considering he wasn’t human. Then the question of how it got there rose into Jimin’s mind. “What happened to your neck?” he asked reluctantly, gaze tracing back and forth between the spot of magenta flesh and Yoongi’s perplexed stare.

“My what?” Yoongi scrunched his brows, seemingly offended by the question as he lifted his hand off of Jimin’s shoulder.

“You have a bruise on your neck—” and when Jimin looked closer he saw another one peeking just above the demon’s collarbone, barely visible underneath the sweatshirt. “Are those hickeys?” he asked. If they were hickeys, did that mean..? “Did I give you those?” Jimin blurted, smacking a hand over his mouth in disbelief. “Did we..?!” he shouted hysterically.

“No!” Yoongi exclaimed in a rush, hands waving back and forth in front of him with heavy denial. “Absolutely not!” he barked in a panic to put a stop to Jimin’s wild accusations. “You didn’t give these to me. I put you to bed and that was it. Nothing happened between us,” he explained.

“O-oh,” Jimin stuttered, more confused than before and unwilling to pry. The marks on Yoongi’s neck were clearly hickeys, harsh and painful ones to the look of it. And if not from Jimin then who? Who gave Yoongi those marks? The thought of someone being passionate with the demon left a strange feeling in Jimin’s gut. He was, upset? Maybe even jealous. Could he be feeling a prick of envy?

Yoongi saw the passive look of devastation flash through Jimin’s face and immediately felt a weight of guilt blanket over his shoulders. He opened his mouth, only to close it at the words he couldn’t bear to say aloud.

The demon you dreamt about; I wouldn’t let him have you, Jimin. So, I let him have me instead.

“Something,” he stopped short, composing his sentence wisely, “happened last night.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest to make himself smaller than he already felt.

The moment the words left his mouth, Jimin felt sick to his stomach. The body language, the tone, the aversion of eyes. Something was not right, and he could feel it punching at his gut. “Were you forced into it?” came Jimin’s uneasy voice, a hand reaching out to clutch delicately at Yoongi’s forearm.

“No,” Yoongi said truthfully. “I wanted it,” he confessed in a hesitant voice. Afraid to look into the human’s eyes, Yoongi opted to keeping his stare driven into the floor. Anything was better than watching Jimin shatter in front of him at the truth.

“Okay,” Jimin cleared his throat in an effort to ease his mind.

“I…” Yoongi tried to speak but nothing was coming out. He couldn’t tell Jimin what transpired, it made him feel uncomfortable. He felt so strongly for Jimin, he wanted the world for him, with him. He acted on instinct and the repercussions followed, weighing heavily on his heart.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Jimin whispered to him, sensing the unease in the air and standing to his feet in front of Yoongi. “Are you alright though?” he asked and braced for any of the potential answers that could escape Yoongi’s mouth.

Yoongi shrugged a shoulder, eyes still wary of Jimin’s watchful gaze. “I’m sore,” came his meek response. Yoongi didn’t want to get into the details about how terrible he felt after fucking Hoseok and realizing he didn’t want to return with him to hell. It wasn’t the time for that, and his soul couldn’t take the guilt and regret so soon. He came to a tough conclusion only hours ago and the thought of putting his emotions out there for Jimin to have to pick through made his chest tighten. He wouldn’t subject Jimin to that cluster fuck and risk even more confusion. So instead, Yoongi just stood still with Jimin’s hand to his bicep and waited for a miracle.

“Come into my room,” Jimin whispered as he wrapped his arm behind Yoongi’s back and lead him past the threshold. “Where,” he took a second, “does it hurt?” His answer was a pained hiss when Yoongi sat down on the edge of the mattress.

Yoongi readjusted himself, being careful to apply more of his weight on his hands as he shifted on the bed with eyes pinched shut. “Everywhere,” Yoongi groaned.

Jimin could only nod awkwardly as he watched the demon like a mother bird concerned for her young. “Gotcha,” he mumbled. “How about I grab you some ice and light an incense stick,” the young man suggested, a hand in his hair and the other rested at his hip.

“Sounds great,” Yoongi bobbed his head in agreement, carefully lowering himself to his back with his legs hanging over the side of the bed.

Jimin returned with an icepack and lit a stick beside his window, the smoke dancing like a ribbon through the air and spreading a green tea aroma. He insisted on Yoongi taking off his sweatshirt considering how thick the fabric was, the ice pack wouldn’t be able to perform well with it on. Against his wishes, Yoongi took the sweatshirt off and held it in his lap.

With it removed, Yoongi was vulnerable. Jimin’s sorrowful eyes taking in the pitiful state his body was in. Rather than shrink away from the troubled gaze, Yoongi inhaled a breath to steel himself as he looked up at Jimin. “I’m a bit of a masochist when I want to be,” he told Jimin openly, unafraid to address his appearance because anything was better than the silence.

The young man held the icepack in his hand and stared at the long scratch marks that ran down the demon’s sides. By the looks of it, they didn’t appear to be very deep but that did very little to ease Jimin’s worry. “I mean,” Jimin started to say as Yoongi stood up in front of him, “it isn’t terrible—”

Yoongi turned to face away from Jimin, his back on display now.

The air in Jimin’s lungs turned to glass and he found himself struggling to breathe at the ravaged skin. “Yoongi,” he croaked in horror at the long scratches running down his back.

“I’m sorry if it freaks you out.” The demon stood there, neither proud nor embarrassed by his state. This was his decision after all, and he would live with the nasty marks that were left on his body.

“No, it’s not that,” he assured. Jimin went to reach out to Yoongi’s shoulder only to retract when he considered the pain he could cause. “I just…it had to’ve hurt,” he muttered, chewing on the inside of his cheek to stifle the war within him that wanted to cry and anger at the wounds. Why would anyone want to mark Yoongi in such a way? His skin was perfect the way it was originally, why would someone bruise and cut it up so badly? That’s not it though, he had to remind himself. He said it himself, he’s a masochist. Yoongi gets turned on being hurt like this. Jimin had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea of getting off on pain, but he wouldn’t judge Yoongi for something that made him feel good, as ugly and reckless as it may seem. “I’m just a little shocked,” Jimin added, finally touching his fingertips to the edge of Yoongi’s shoulder sympathetically. “That’s all.”

An audible sigh sounded from the demon; one he had been holding in for a minute too long. “I understand,” his head turned to look over his shoulder, fixing Jimin with a timid look, “it’s not for everyone.”

Jimin’s eyes were glassy. Yoongi could tell he was fighting through a wall of emotions with the way he bit the inside of his cheek and the ridged posture of his shoulders. He respected the young man’s sympathy, most would feel offended, but Yoongi? He was thankful Jimin tried to understand, attempted to talk to him. As awkward as it was for the both of them, he was willing to put his predisposition aside for Yoongi’s sake, and that meant a lot to him.

“What um…what hurts the most?” Jimin winced.

Yoongi snickered awkwardly. “Please don’t laugh,” he said quietly. “My ass.”

Not only did Jimin laugh, but he choked, and if not for Yoongi’s wounds he would have collapsed into him. Instead he took to the bed and rolled on it as giggles rattled through his body.

“Don’t fucking make fun of me!” Yoongi whined loudly and jumped onto the bed to grab at Jimin.

Jimin screamed in laughter when Yoongi pushed at his thighs weakly, “I’m sorry!”

Then he pretended to smack and punch his thighs without actually landing a single hit, “My ass hurts and you’re laughing?!”

“Hyung please,” Jimin giggled helplessly, raising his hands and catching Yoongi’s while he lied defenselessly on his back.

“I should skin you alive for being so rude,” Yoongi snarled jokingly, coming in close to deliver a sinister stare.

A chill ran down Jimin’s spine when he met the demons narrowed eyes. The air was light enough to pass it off as playful but having Yoongi so close and looking so ruthlessly down at him silenced his laughter until the only noise that passed between them was their labored breaths. Jimin became hyper aware in that moment with Yoongi hovering above him. The sweat on his palms had him in a panic suddenly. Would Yoongi notice and try to pull his hands away? Or would he leave them there for Jimin’s sake, nervous to embarrass him. Then his cheeks began to burn, the color shift obvious no doubt. And his compromising position on his back. Surely Yoongi thought it a little strange he hadn’t got up yet, that he was content lying down under him like a dog.

Everything felt too close. Too hot. Too Yoongi.

His eyes fell from prying eyes to pink lips. They looked positively scrumptious and someone had the pleasure of kissing them last night. It had Jimin twisting inside. Why couldn’t he have been that person to deliver those precious moments? He would’ve treated Yoongi so gently, would have made sure he was enjoying every second of their intimacy.


What was stopping him? Why couldn’t he relinquish his control and give in to the tempting ideas that plagued his thoughts? Yoongi was closer than he’d been all morning. There was that spark in his eyes that lured Jimin in, had his brain soggy and his thoughts muddled with the idea of surrender. Just give in. Give yourself to him, he thought. Why are you so afraid? Perhaps it was the fear of falling. Falling too hard and too fast for someone, only to be left to rot in their absence. Like autumn leaves. A love destined to die. Jimin wouldn’t allow it to happen. He was too delicate to be the victim of a pathetic love attraction.

“I’m sorry hyung,” Jimin whispered, leaning up and taking his hands out from Yoongi’s in a rush. “I have to pee,” he lied, propelling himself off the bed and walking hastily to the bathroom. It wasn’t until the door was shut behind him did Jimin release the tension in his body and relax. He leaned against the wall, a hand to his head when he closed his eyes to calm himself. But like a movie, the images of Yoongi’s body flashed through his mind. His carved up back and sides, the hickeys on his neck, those powerful horns on his head, a flicking tail, catlike eyes that pierced into Jimin’s soul, the black fringe that hid his brows, thin cheeks, pale skin. Pale skin. Soft skin. The smell of copper and burning wood, hints of lavender and earth.

Min Yoongi.

I can’t keep this up.