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“you’re absolutely shitting me.”
yoongi stared at jimin, leaning forward in his chair.
jimin blushed.
“i kind of wish i was but no, it really is true, i promise,” jimin ran a hand through his hair nervously.
“jimin. you’re not a demon,” yoongi deadpanned, “also if you were, then wouldn’t your promises mean shit anyway?”
jimin sighed, fidgeting with his coffee cup. the blush didn’t die down from his cheeks. if anything, it only deepened.
yoongi wondered how the fuck park jimin was meant to be a demon – what, was his blush made of hellfire? was that orange hair he had once not actually hair dye but his inner satan popping out to say hello?
(yoongi really thought jimin’s blush was fucking adorable and almost had to physically restrain himself from leaning across the cafe table and squeezing jimin’s darling cheeks. it probably wasn’t socially appropriate and also the whole jimin-is-clearly-having-a-mental-breakdown-and-is-convinced-he’s-a-demon-from-hell thing meant it was almost definitely the wrong time.)
“when we’re in private, i can show you, you’ll believe me then!” jimin insisted, his face earnest.
“jimin, if this is all just one big rouse to get me alone then i have to say i’m impressed with your dedication but also alarmed,” yoongi’s eyes narrowed.
jimin’s eyes widened in alarm as an old woman walked past and shot them a dirty look. he waved his hands almost frantically, shaking his head from left to right.
“no! it’s not like that,” jimin pleaded.
yoongi leaned back, hands in the air as a sign of surrender.
“jimin, i’m just kidding,” he smirked, “though, i have to say i’m almost offended at how enthusiastically you denied that.”
yoongi dramatically sighed and stared longingly out the window.
“my poor heart is broken, park jimin,” he pouted.
jimin giggled despite himself and leaned forward to gently whack yoongi on the arm.
“stop messing around! this is important! i really need you to believe me, yoongi,” jimin’s giggles subsided and he looked almost solemn.
yoongi cut his messing around and turned back to look fully at jimin. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“why?” yoongi tried asking gently, “why do you need me to believe you so badly?”
the blush that had been slowly leaving jimin’s face came back with full force, crawling up his neck and making a home on his cheeks. he lifted his small hands to his burning cheeks and flustered, tried to hide his face as he stared determinedly at a spot on the table.
“because i, i really need you to know the real me. i want you to know everything about me,” jimin’s voice was so, so soft.
yoongi’s own eyes widened slightly. he wasn’t stupid, he could read into jimin’s words, could see the real reason behind his softly spoken confession.
yoongi could feel his own face melt from surprise into something similar to contentment.
“okay,” yoongi smiled tenderly, “let’s go back to my room so you can prove it to me, demon boy.”
yoongi had met jimin through kim taehyung (who he in turn had met through jung hoseok and yoongi had met hoseok through kim namjoon and yoongi had met namjoon through the sheer luck that they both had connections in the underground rapping scene.) and though not all the money in the world would get yoongi to admit it, yoongi’s crush on jimin had formed almost immediately. everything about him screamed precious and soft, yoongi was almost consumed by the urge to protect him.
(until he had seen jimin dance one day in the studio and yoongi felt a very strong urge to do something else to jimin. nothing screamed precious and soft about him anymore. yoongi had had to hide his crotch with his bag but there was nothing he could do about his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. yoongi tried to shrug it off - at least jimin hadn’t noticed, even if hoseok had.)
((jimin had noticed and nothing had ever filled him with confidence more.))
yoongi and jimin ended up spending a lot more time together than either could have imagined, became closer than they could have expected - jimin found himself going straight to yoongi when he felt homesick, when he wanted to give up on his course and exams and all the pressures uni was putting on him, when all he wanted was to go home. yoongi was his home away from home.
in turn, yoongi got in the habit of finding jimin when he felt too stressed, when everything got a bit too much for him. when he felt scared and stressed and like he could barely get out of bed because everything was too much, too much, too much. jimin was his lighthouse when he felt like he was drowning.
when they got to yoongi’s dorm, jimin sat him down on the couch and stood a short distance in front of him. yoongi stared at him expectedly. he really couldn’t see how this beautiful boy with the black hair and blushing cheeks could be a demon.
also demons are distinctly very much unreal but even if they were, how could jimin be one?
“don’t scream or anything, please,” jimin asked politely.
and then a book from yoongi’s bookshelf flew across the room, smashing into the wall, completely untouched by human hands.
yoongi stared in silence at the book lying open on the floor.
he turned back to jimin, looked him straight in the eyes and screamed as loud as he could.
jimin jumped so hard, he stumbled over his feet and more books started flying uncontrollably across the room as jimin just stared at yoongi horrified from where he had fallen onto the floor.
yoongi laughed so hard, there were tears flowing down his face. his head flung back but he laughed so hard, he in turn fell completely off the couch.
jimin stared horrified as yoongi literally rolled on the floor laughing.
“yoongi? are you...are you okay? do you need a moment?” jimin asked gently, leaning forward to poke yoongi’s side.
yoongi didn’t stop laughing.
“oh god, i’ve broken him. i broke min yoongi. he’s broken. oh my god. i’ve literally broken my crush, this is impressive in the worst way, oh my god. yoongi please, no, don’t roll over again! stop laughing!” jimin became more frantic, shaking yoongi gently by the shoulders.
yoongi snorted and shockingly wiped away his tears, still wheezing with laughter.
“i’m so fucking funny, oh my god,” yoongi breathed out, still giggling.
jimin was torn between aww-ing at yoongi’s giggling, calling an ambulance and punching him straight in the nose.
(he wouldn’t ever punch yoongi’s nose. once he had spent five minutes straight describing how perfect yoongi’s nose is to taehyung and his boyfriend jungkook. he still hasn’t lived it down; the teasing would probably never stop, jimin would need to accept that at some point.)
“so, a demon huh? that’s kinda fucked up,” yoongi frowned, “hey wait. did you just call me your crush?”
jimin flung himself away from yoongi, scooting backwards on his ass, his face burning.
“no, you must be delirious, you’ve gone mental,” jimin protested.
yoongi sat up, grinning. he scooted forward towards jimin on his ass.
“you’re a demon, shouldn’t you be better at lying? you like me,” yoongi looked exactly like the cat that had just got the cream.
“your priorities are terrible, has anyone ever told you that before? you literally just witnessed paranormal activity and this is what you’re focusing on?” jimin was in disbelief. one day, he might be able to guess what yoongi was about to say but that day was not today.
“yeah. you’re a demon, big woop, but you’re a demon that likes me,” yoongi grinned so devilishly that jimin wasn’t quite sure which one of them was from hell, “you like like me. i heard you, i’m your crush.”
yoongi’s grin suddenly dropped and he frowned.
“can you put my books back though? they’re everywhere,” he looked around pointedly before staring again at jimin.
“sorry,” jimin mumbled sheepishly, and as yoongi watched, the books gently floated back into the shelves in their respective places. yoongi hadn’t noticed before, but whenever jimin used his demon powers, his eyes darkened considerably.
yoongi’s head titled to the side and his face took on an expression of thoughtfulness.
“how strong are you? like, how strong are your powers really?” yoongi prodded.
jimin suddenly smirked and stood up.
yoongi felt himself suddenly pulled up to his feet and then across the room, suddenly inches from jimin. jimins’ eyes were completely black. yoongi felt his heart beat almost painfully.
(he tried to tell himself it was because he was just on the receiving end of literal black magic but in reality, he knew it was the proximity. it was the feeling of jimin’s breath on his face, the way he was so close he could see that there were no colours at all in jimin’s eyes. so close that he could see jimin’s pulse reverberating in his neck.)
“pretty strong then, eh?” yoongi breathed out, tilted by the sudden change in power. he watched as jimin’s eyes slowly regained their colour, returning him back to his human appearance. jimin smirked again at yoongi’s reaction.
now, that just wouldn’t do.
yoongi suddenly slammed jimin into the wall, pinning him against it, his hands on jimins’ shoulders. he worried slightly that it was too much but then he watched as jimin’s pupils dilated and his breathing increased. yoongi knew lust when he saw it. yoongi slid one leg in between jimin’s. jimin subtly tilted his head back. a sign of submission.
yoongi took his chance and gently, more gently than appropriate for their precarious position, kissed jimin’s pulse on his neck. he kissed up his neck, along his jaw, placed a gentle kiss on his nose and slid one hand from his shoulders into the back of jimin’s hair, creating a barrier between jimin’s head and the hard wall.
teasingly, yoongi leaned his forehead against jimin’s, not pressing his lips to jimin's. jimin whined almost imperceptibly and yoongi smirked.
smirked just before he found himself once again propelled across the room, flung onto the crouch, laying across it, shocked before he found himself with jimin straddled across his lap, his pupils pure black. his shock quickly turned into pure lust.
“don’t tease me like that yoongi, it’s cruel,” jimin almost growled.
(yoongi wondered if he needed to look into the fact that the way jimin’s eyes weren’t returning to normal was making him more aroused. is a demon kink a thing? oh god, he needed to get to church.)
yoongi lifted a hand to touch jimin’s anything but found his hands suddenly pinned above his head with nothing that he could see holding them down.
“you asked me how much power i had, remember?” jimin rolled his hips, testing for a reaction, and grinned when yoongi gasped at the friction of jimin’s ass against his crotch.
“don’t you remember yoongi?” jimin rolled his ass again against yoongis’ boner and would have cackled at how yoongi attempted to thrust up against him if it didn’t feel so good.
jimin leaned down and crushed his mouth against yoongi’s. it was sloppy and messy and jimin’s lips burned against yoongi’s like fire but it felt so fucking delicious, yoongi was almost delirious.
there was suddenly a sharp poking in yoongi’s thighs and he shuddered. jimin pulled always and looked at him apologetically.
“sorry, it’s my tail,” a black tail was suddenly clear to yoongi. it looked exactly like he would have imagined a demons to look like – smooth and pointed at the end.
“oh my fucking god, you are a demon, what the fuck,” yoongi babbled, almost incomprehensibly.
jimin looked at him almost pityingly as yoongi just stared at the tail that was in front of his eyes.
“why has it taken so long for that to sink in?” jimin giggled and yoongi tore his eyes from the tail to glare at jimin.
“fuck off, i just wasn’t expecting a tail,” yoongi frowned, wanting to touch it but still aware of the fact his wrists were pinned, “wait. you don’t have horns, do you?”
jimin was silent.
“oh my fucking god, show me. you show me right now,” yoongi was strangely delighted. maybe he really was delirious, he wondered.
one moment, they’re drinking coffee, the next jimin’s a demon and grinding on him and now jimin has horns and a tail. what a turn of events.
“okay, let me just,” jimin sat back straight, still straddling yoongi which was considerably distracting really but yoongi’s wrists were finally let free so he leaned back on his elbows to stare at jimin.
(yoongi tried not think about how much he missed it. or how it might be even nicer if he was pinning jimin’s wrists.)
jimin’s head shuddered every so slightly and then. there they were. two black pointed horns just peering through jimin’s hair. jimin looked at yoongi nervously. like horns would scare yoongi off when magic and a tail didn’t.
“they’re cute,” yoongi smiled and leant forward to peck jimin gently on the lips, “not as cute as you but they’re really cute.”
jimin squealed adorably and gently hit yoongi’s chest, blushing furiously.
“you’re so cheesy, oh my god,” jimin giggled, his eye smile lighting up yoongi's heart and making yoongi smile even wider in return.
“shouldn’t that be oh my satan?” yoongi joked and jimin rolled his eyes.
“you realise i’m not actually from hell right? my dad is a demon so that’d be like saying oh my great great great great great great great great and so on grandfather,” jimin counted off.
“you know who’s great? you,” yoongi winked and jimin squealed again before getting even more embarrassed.
“i hate you, stop!” jimin dropped his head into yoongi’s chest, moving from straddling him to lying next to him but in such close proximity, he might as well have been lying on yoongi anyway. this wasn’t at all how jimin expected this to go but he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy about it. more than happy actually, he felt ecstatic.
jimin giggled to himself and felt more than heard yoongi laugh as well. yoongi intertwined his hand into jimin’s hair and stroked gently, his hand rubbing comfortingly up against jimin’s horns.
“do you wanna have a nap?” jimin asked quietly. sometimes jimin found it so hard, too hard, to sleep but lying like this, his head on yoongi’s chest, he felt like he could sleep for years.
“you know i do but i have to ask you something first,” yoongi’s voice sent reverberations through his chest, the vibrations making jimin almost drift off into dreaming right there. jimin nodded as best as he could.
“do you wanna be my official demon boyfriend?” yoongi’s voice was so tender, jimin almost felt like his heart would burst, “i didn’t say it before but i have a crush on you too.”
jimin laughed breathlessly and wrapped his tail around yoongi’s other wrist, stroking his hand as gently as he could with the pointed end as not to hurt him.
“yeah. yeah, i wanna be your official demon boyfriend, you dumb human,” jimin giggled happily.
yoongi’s returning laugh was so gentle that jimin was asleep before he knew it. yoongi joined him soon after, entering a dreamless sleep with a smile on his face.