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The humanoid, black mass has been standing in the corner of Jimin’s room for an hour now. They’re hard to miss since Jimin’s room is fairly small, and whenever he has to get to his closet, he has to step over the misty tendrils emitting from their waist (or maybe those were their legs? Jimin doesn’t know how demon anatomy work). And their smell was awful and noticeable, a strong sulfur scent that gave Jimin such a headache he had to crack open his window despite the chill outside.
Jimin’s a nice, laidback person. It usually takes a lot for him to get irritated and snap. When the demon first appeared in his room a few weeks ago, Jimin hadn’t thought much of them. They stood exactly as they stand now, perfectly still, with wide, gold eyes staring at him. They usually left some time after Jimin fell asleep, and were back in his room by the time he came back from school. Every single day without fail. Jimin had stopped thinking much about it long ago.
Jimin isn’t afraid of the demon because he’s brave or anything (spiders freak out and he can barely watch kid horror films without jumping). It’s just, hard, honestly, to be afraid of something when every 15 minutes they mumble to themself, “ Okay, Jungkook, just do it. Confidence, confidence .”
Whatever Jungkook wants to do to Jimin (which most likely wasn’t anything good because demon ), he isn’t that concerned about it. He has other things to be concerned over like upcoming exams and daily life.
Either the universe is in a good mood or today’s the last day for Jungkook to do their demon thing, because while Jimin is on his bed watching a video, a dark shadow looms over him. Without putting his phone down, Jimin pauses the video as Jungkook clears their throat. A puff of smoke flows from their nostrils as they huff. Jimin stares up at them, eyebrows raise.
“ Um, Park Ji-Jimin ,” Jungkook starts, hands balled up, and Jimin swears they’re blushing violet, “can I have your soul?”
Jimin doesn’t blink. “ . . . No.”
A moment of silence passes. “ Oh. But I need to steal it. ”
Jimin does not have enough brain cells for this. “It’s not stealing if you ask for it?”
“ Right, but, um actually! Nevermind! Sorry for bothering you! Have a nice day! ” Any confidence that was built up burns in a show of unexpected bright fire as Jungkook disappears. All Jimin can hear echo is, “ Ugh, that was horrible, why am I so awkward, Yoongi’s gonna be SO mad at me, ugh---”
The smoke smell from the fire still lingers in Jimin’s room. He rubs his eyes until the bright dots disappear and he can see clearly again. He opens up KaLine on his phone and clicks on the chatroom he has with Taehyung.
Taetastic
Me
???
I finally know why the demon’s been creeping in my room
They wanted to steal my soul
They asked me for it
Taetastic
????
At least they were tryna be polite and get consent
My cousin said her demon tried to win her soul over 10 rounds of rock paper scissors
The demon lost each time
Me
LOOOOOOOL