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October was your favorite month- for several reasons. For one, it was the time of year for the best type of weather. Breezes that chill the air just enough for the best hoodie hung up in your closet. Leaves finally falling from their tree limbs only for them to crunch so satisfyingly under your boot heels.
Another was Jimin’s apparent birthday he neglected to tell you about until the day of. In which you haphazardly threw together a small party for him when he was working. Only Seokjin, his mother and a co-worker pal of Jimin’s- Taehyung- on the attendance list. When he came home that day, the smile he wore when he was shocked to see a small group of friends of his for his birthday showed you that this was enough.
Lastly, the night of all nights: Halloween.
“Hey, are you going to dress up for Halloween?” You asked Jimin. You both sat on the couch, your legs are thrown over his as he rested his hand on your thigh, the other holding a book open as he read. He had been reading book after book recently in his free time- find the imagination of human’s endearing. He fancied non-fiction action the most. He still sat in his human form, knowing his demon hand would risk cutting you with his claws. He looked at you, eyes leaving his book.
“Why would I need to?”
“I dunno,” you shrugged. “It could be fun.” You took a sip of your tea, fresh and steamy as it sat in your mug. A mug Jimin brought home as a keepsake from his job; the words Serendipity Spa printed in script on the side.
“I don’t think I will,” he drew out in a breathy voice, looking back to his book. Finishing his paragraph, he spoke again. “What about you, dearest? Any plans to play non-human for a night?” He joked with a chuckle.
You smiled as you leaned to set your mug on the table and you whipped out your voice. You inched closer to him so he could clearly see your phone’s screen as he set his book away for the second time. You began to show him picture after picture of Halloween themed props and clothes.
From fake blood to capes, you had it all. You showed a pair of fake curled devil horns, fake teeth for fangs, all the black-gaudy clothes you could find and even red contact lens.
“I’m going to be a demon,” you laughed at yourself. “You’ll never guess what my inspiration was.”
Jimin played along with your teasing. “Well, if it isn’t your dashing demon husband, we’ll have ourselves a problem,” he told you. Pinching at your side as you squirmed away from his hand.
“Oh my- we could match!” You exclaimed. “If you walk around as yourself- like your demon self- we could totally be the best demon couple ever.”
“Is it safe for me to push my luck like that?”
“Sure it is. It’s Halloween, Jimin. Everyone will think it’s just a costume anyway. duh.”
“Don’t ‘duh’ me,” he told you with another pinch. “You can dress up all you want, I’ll just sleep.” You expected that from him honestly. You weren’t upset since you suggested it half-joking. Jimin was very homebody recently, working tiring him out because of his skyrocketing popularity with clients who have steadily started becoming regulars. You couldn’t blame either party. You smiled as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
“That’s completely fine with me. You need to rest up too, just because your a demon doesn’t mean you don’t get tired.” Jimin began to doze off, his demon slipping out along with his growing dreariness. “Do you want me to stay in with you or can you hold down the fort?”
Jimin hummed. “You have plans?” He inquired.
“My class is putting together a little Halloween party and I signed up for the working committee. I’ll be helping run a small little prop-photo booth.” Jimin remained slight. “Oh, but I don’t have to go! My class isn’t small but any means, so I can always skip,” you added with a small laugh.
“No,” Jimin shook his head, letting out a breath out of his nose. “Go have fun. Not like I need to be taken care of,” he chuckled.
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”
“Yes, love. I’m sure.”
When Halloween came, Jimin got home and was only vaguely aware you were working on a quick meal for him before you left. By the time he fell onto the couch, he had already ditched his human skin, content on a nap right there. Next thing he knew, he was waking up and it was already past 8 PM and well dark out.
“Y/n?” He called, momentarily forgetting you were gone. Seeing a note under a glass of water, he sat up to read it.
‘Please rest up! When you wake up, food is in the fridge (I know you don’t need it, but eat anyway. Wife’s orders). Bottom shelf! I’ll be home pretty late. Happy Halloween!’
He scoffed playfull and moved to the balcony glass door. Even on the third floor and the door closed, he could see and hear all the overseen children dressed up as they stay up well past bedtime to go door-to-door for a sweet treat or two to add to their stash. Jimin could see royalty to wicked dressed by toddlers with his excelled eyesight. He let a small smile grace his lips.
The single lamp lit room was comforting to the demon. Cliche that the dark, shadow demon enjoyed the dark of his apartment. The apartment he shared with you.
From the couch, he heard his phone chime with a message. It must’ve fallen out of his pocket while he slept. Finding his place back on the couch he pulled the phone from it’s pinned position between the cushions. It was a message from Seokjin. He apparently volunteered to help your class (specifically you) with the party set up.
He sent a photo of himself- ever the narcissist- along with a line of text.
[Seokjin: Your wife dressed appropriately. I’m not going to show you though. Your loss.]
He was obviously teasing, but Jimin did feel the smallest sliver of guilt that he didn’t actually get to see you dressed up for the night. Glancing at the clock, he shot Seokjin a message back.
[Jimin: So, when does this party end?]
Half an hour later, Jimin was meeting Seokjin at the front of a public gymnasium that the college party was currently held at. Showing up as a ‘dress up’ demon. Seokjin- upon seeing him- whistled.
Looking as his normal-self, Jimin sports his demonic traits the slightest bit of irony in his eyes. Of course, pulling his finest pair of black slacks, white oversized button-up and freeing his forehead of his bangs. The mocking cross earring in a dull silver, chains around his neck and plethora of rings on his fingers were a little added bonuses.
“Wow, you sure take Halloween seriously, don’t you?” You even matched with Y/n!”
“What can I say, Halloween is the best night to really be myself.” He shrugged as Seokjin clapped his shoulder. Taking his sarcastic tone in stride when Jimin bit back his legitimate seriousness.
Walking inside the party room was what he almost expected. Darkroom with, yellow, purple and green lights flicking around. Students with a glow stick around their necks or wrists. A long snack table with a cheap purple table cloth covered in bats and a Jack-O-Lantern at every turn. There was a booth in the back for pictures with a selection of ‘spooky’ props.
Jimin rolled his lips to keep from laughing at the costumes around him. Hooker to nurse to batman to hobos and anything supernatural docked down was in the house. At least 50 people in attendance with more still filing in.
Seokjin pat Jimin’s back. “Allow me to escort you to your lady,” he flaunted. He was dressed up as a butler after all. Weaving through the weeds of humans, Seokjin came to your booth. You were inside, clean up from the last photo-goers. “Y/n! Your demon husband is here!” A slightly panicked squeal at Seokjin’s choice of words left you as Jimin slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. You sped out of your booth, rounding the corner.
“Shut up, Seokjin!” You gasped, seeing him with Jimin. A dressed-up demonic Jimin with a face blessed by God. “Jimin?!” You made your way over. “I thought you were going to stay home tonight?”
“I persuaded him to come out,” Seokjin chimed in. You offered him a glare, making him scurry off before he was faced to be met with your fury. Disappearing into the crowd of costumes, tailcoat whipping behind his legs like a cape. You crossed your arms.
“It’s alright,” Jimin chuckled.
“It is not! You’re tired and he made you come all the way out here.” You huffed as Jimin looked you over.
“Seeing you like this,” he started. You were dressed as a literal sin. The high-waisted garter shorts pressed into your skin, showing that your leg was more than bone (something he won’t admit to your face he fucking adores). The fishnet excuse of an undershirt teased your stomach as your cropped and torn up black shirt exposed it. The platform boots made you taller, making you eye-to-eye with him. Pentagram earrings, chain choker around your neck and teased hair showing your fake horns and glower red covered eyes. Jimin peeked his tongue out past his fang. “Coming out was absolutely worth it. You look like a proper Demoness.”
You pushed your chest out in pride. “I take my demonic passion very seriously.”
“Of course you do. You married me,” he teased. One of your classmates volunteered to take photos of you and your husband in the booth. You and Jimin quickly took the opportunity while it was presented.
What other time are you going to get an authentic photo of your demon husband after all?
Before leaving the venue, you both took a walk around a nearby block and more than a few children told you that your costumes were both ‘really cool’. You giggled each time a child swooned over Jimin- even a few mothers sent glances. The night concluded as you and Jimin drove home and contemplated adding to your small family.
By adopting a black cat. Named appropriately: Pitch.