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The Fallout
guardian demon!jimin x reader
genre: angst, romance, supernatural, romance, fluff
Word Count: 2.9k
related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)
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A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCHHHHH WAAAAAHHH ;A;!!!! Let me tell you things on my end were CRAZY, i am so sorry for the long ass wait because life + writer’s block = NOT IT. Maybe because we’re now coming closer to the end of this series that it’s harder for me to write?? who knows but to everyone who has been waiting, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! <3 i cannot tell you how much i love and appreciate you!! ;A;
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You have no sense of time, sitting there for who knows how long amongst the rubble. Your whole body is numb to the point where you don't even know if you're breathing – even the cold draft coming through the broken window felt as if it is simply passing through you. Echoing in the very depths of your mind like a broken, twisted record was a singular thought; he was gone.
Just like that.
The weight in your chest presses down violently then, and you struggle to fend off the all consuming feeling of dread and panic, like you're slowly being buried alive. You scream at yourself to breathe, not knowing that you're actually close to hyperventilating. Just as you think you might black out from the overwhelming pressure –
“Well that was one hell of a shit show huh?”
You jump, startled out of your wits by the sudden raspy voice that cuts through the stifling atmosphere the place has taken. Your head turns towards the general direction of where you thought it came from – senses lagging behind from very nearly self-destructing, It's safe to say you're so shocked at what you see that you almost couldn't believe it.
“....J-Jungkook?” You call his name hesitantly. The sweep of matted raven hair flies up with a strong puff of air exhaled from a split lip, giving you a glimpse of a familiar pair of wide doe eyes.
“Still kickin'” He tries to say cheekily but ends up visibly wincing from pain, head poking out from behind the remains of the island counter; the only thing you see from your position. It prompts you to move, although you do so almost robotically; hands and legs stiff and unsteady. After tripping over various forms of rubble trying to figure out a way to get to the other demon, you eventually make it to his side.
You have to hold yourself back from cringing when you get a good look at Jungkook. To say that he's seen better days would be a gross understatement; he looks like he's about to breathe his last breath at any moment.
“Y-You know, I don't know if 'kickin'' would be the right choice in words......” You mumble, tentatively kneeling down beside his battered body. “Although I am glad you're alive....”
Jungkook lets out a noise halfway between a chuckle and a grunt before it, once again, fizzles out into a groan. “Don't kill me poppet; literally though because laughing actually hurts.”
It's true, this isn't probably a laughing matter but you can't help the little quirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth – guess humour is a universal way to cope with the extremes of situations, and who are you to downplay it even when it's coming from a demon. Still, you worry for him and in the chaos that had just ensued, you really need someone to keep you grounded right now.
“Well, you're not dying on my watch, I can promise you that.” You reply. “Though.....I'm...I'm not much of a demon medical expert. You'll have to help me out here...What hurts the most?”
“Honestly? Everything.”
Oh boy....
The next several minutes was you trying to help Jungkook be a little more comfortable without moving him too much, which resulted in you digging up salvageable couch cushions and pillows. You think it's not much considering the extent of his injuries but Jungkook assures you that demons heal quickly so long as they're not disturbed while resting. Once you got him on his little makeshift bed and not having anything else to keep you busy, the both of you sit in tense silence, you mainly lost in the muddled pool of your own thoughts.
You don't notice the way Jungkook eyes you almost cautiously, trying to decipher your emotions like one would disarm a bomb. As much as it worries him, he'd rather not accidentally trigger a massive breakdown from you if he can so help it. But your blank expression doesn't give much away, and Jungkook is admittedly too damn nosy to not let this entire thing go because hey, it's not every day a mortal falls for a demon who's been assigned as their temporary guardian and then goes on to invoke the wrath of an archangel in defiance of saving said guardian demon.
Mustering every ounce of sensitivity he can manage, Jungkook awkwardly stutters out, “....S-So....what now?”
It takes you a good minute to process what it is that he's asking, the gears in your mind creaking in their struggle to work and even then, you pathetically come up with no solid answer, croaking, “I-I.....I don't know....I.....Like – what am I supposed to do....? I don't even know...what's going to happen to him....”
“Well....” Jungkook begins, still sounding unsure. “Your guardian demon was most likely taken to be held in Heaven's custody; jail if you will....” He pauses and when he sees you not reacting badly, he continues. “During that time.....the Heavenly Court will deliberate, and then once they come to an anonymous agreement......” A deep breath, “They will either....condemn him eternally.....or...”
“....Or what?”
“....Or he will face divine execution.”
Execution.
The word itself seems to have pierced right through you, a blow to the very core of your being.
Execution – if Heaven so deems it, Jimin would die.
You feel yourself beginning to shake, stomach bubbling nauseously and as much as you try to keep a level head, the words that spill out of you are charged with your heightening emotions, spiralling.
“B-But why? He did nothing wrong!? I was the one who acted on my own, so how can they put all the weight of the blame on him?!”
“By my guess, Heaven is probably not even concerned about you and Jimin in that sense, much so that they are just using it as a front.”
That makes you pause. “...W-What do you mean?”
Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if the answer is so obvious that it makes you scowl. He exhales loudly before saying, “Heaven isn't mad at your relationship with Jimin per say; it's more about the violations that has taken place.”
Your mouth opens and closes, trying to work out words to make sense of Jungkook's speculations, like differentiating pieces to a puzzle. But no matter how you look at it, the conclusion you come to appears more and more outrageous.
“So, you're implying that Heaven would rather care about how this looks on them than having a fair trial...?!”
“I hate to break it to you poppet, but he's already not winning any favours by just being a demon alone; in the eyes of any angel, we're scum, the lowest of the low.” Jungkook almost spits out spitefully, dark eyes hardening at the reality he speaks of. “And in this case, the odds are more stacked against your little guardian, even if he wasn't a demon. Or did you already forget that you're not the only one who he had a binding contract with anymore?”
You're midway to opening your mouth for a defensive rebuttal, accusatory finger pointing and all, but Jungkook's question made you stutter out, almost sheepishly, “W-Well....! Am I...Was I not...?”
You could swear he had contemplated on facepalming or not. But you were genuine in your confusion; were you not supposed to be the only one he had a contract with, as your guardian sworn to protect you during his time of service? Who else could he have had a contract with? Was that possible to begin with?
The young demon in front of you provides the answer at your fumbling silence, “Let me ask you – has Jimin not told you about what his plan was? Why he looked the way he did up until this point?”
“...It was to transition himself into an angel right? Then yes, he's told me about it and that was what's causing him to feel weak.” You pause mid-thought, scrunching your face. “But I mean, he was getting better? So that should mean the process is no longer affecting him now.”
Something passes through Jungkook's face, one that makes his eyebrows furrow, pursing his lips and dark eyes drifting out of focus. “Getting better you say.....”
Unconsciously you find yourself mirroring his expression too, not liking the dragging, almost suspicious tone of his voice. “....Yes...?”
“....And I don't suppose you have anything to do with that, do you?”
You blink multiple times, mind doing acrobats in trying to figure out a way to avoid telling a demon that you know about the ways they can absorb energy, which in turn would indirectly mean telling a demon you may have done – not the devil's tango per say – but the demon version of it.
Of course your silence rings louder than any words you could possibly say, because your slight hesitation and shaking eyes instantaneously has Jungkook's jaw dropping, his own eyes widening in a comedic mixture of abject horror and being scandalized.
“You did it didn't you?”
Face heating up, you guffawed,“I-I- What?! I don't – !!”
“You harlot!”
“I'm not! And why are you so shocked?! That stupid angel was screaming for the whole world to know!”
“Yeah but he's an angel; he would've classified 'laying with the spawn of Satan' if you had held hands with Jimin.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Soon after though, he runs a hand through his mussed raven hair, eyes shut and a grimace taking over his expression as he mutters something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. A beat passes before he eventually asks, “Are you well-versed in the....” He gestures vaguely, “...Principles of Christianity by chance?”
“Like....the bible?”
“Yeah, all those fun bedtimes stories, beliefs, mythos, yada yada.”
“Kinda...?” You shrug. “I'm not...terribly religious. I probably just know the bare minimum, like 'He died on the cross for our sins' sort of basic.”
“Then I'm sure you're at least familiar with the infamous 'Seven Deadly Sins.'”
“...Yes? If you mean like, pride, lust, greed and all that.”
“The very ones.” Jungkook nods, musing. “The seven vices that seems so innate in human nature, no matter how much they try to run from it.” He turns to you then, raising a brow curiously as he asks, “Did you know that there are counter parts to the sins?”
Now that you didn't know. This new piece of information has you intrigued, genuine curiousity but also has your thoughts swirling with questions on how this all connects back to the matter at hand, and wanting to get to the point, you voice it aloud, “What does that have to do with Jimin or the second contract?”
“I'm getting there....” Jungkook grits out through a sardonic smile. “As with all things that are evil, they are not without those which are good. So with seven sins that damn you, there exists seven virtues that redeem you.” He pauses, taking the time to exhale slowly as a more solemn expression takes over. “The process of 'the ascension of the soul' – that is to become an angel, by Heaven's decree, is to prove your unwavering piety by demonstrating that you possess and are capable of these virtues.”
You nod your head in understanding, silently signalling for Jungkook that you are following so far. Seeing that, he continues. “To undergo this change, you must visit the place His Holiness has named His gatekeeper, kneel before his throne and swear an oath, who will in turn, bear witness to these trials.”
Swear an oath.....
It's a split second delay, but the realization dawns on you and the magnitude of your actions crushes you full force, like the weight of the entire universe.
He swore an oath to a Heavenly body, a literal Saint, that he would prove to them that he had what it took to be an angel, and you made him break it.
The memories of that stormy night rushes back, the way you had found Jimin unconscious, wounded and bleeding on your floor......It makes you think you should've known back then, should've seen those signs or at least persisted before it was too late.
How foolish and ignorant of you to think that it was simply a matter of completing a checklist, and all of it could be undone by saying no, and the offering of one single soul would be enough as compensation.
You slump, defeated and that's all Jungkook needs to know that you understand. He doesn't elaborate anymore either, slipping back into his own turbulent thoughts; the gnawing guilt that had buried its way into his conscious at war with the a scorned bitterness. In the end however, nothing will change the fact that this was Jimin's choice, and that this was something he had anticipated and accepted; like he's had it all planned out from the beginning. The idea unintentionally tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips.
“You know....” He finds himself speaking, “As fucked up as this all is, it could've been worse.”
You don't respond. After being dropped with such a bombshell, you don't have the mental strength to formulate words anymore, let alone comprehend what he could possibly mean by 'could've been worse' because to be quite fucking honest, this already is pretty fucking bad.
Of course, your silent crisis does nothing to deter Jungkook, as he continues on his one-sided conversation. “Jimin was right when he prevented you from giving up your soul to Hell. Though I have to admit, it was the ballsiest move for you to date – but also the dumbest one yet.” His tone shifts, the rough scoff at the end of his sentence softening into something sombre. “A soul damned to Hell for eternity......It's not something anyone wants to be put through, not even us demons. In the deepest circle where all forsaken souls go, you'll slowly be driven to madness; losing all sense of self and identity, until you become too consumed by the blood-lust and turn into just a mindless monster who's always hungry for souls.”
Flashbacks of the shadowy creature that followed you instantly comes to mind, the result of an attempted summoning gone awry. It was only for a short bit thankfully, but the feeling of being hunted down by some faceless, formless entity was frightening enough for you to never forget it. You wonder if that was what Jungkook means; to be driven mad to the point of becoming.....nothing.
“Makes sense why Jimin took on this temp job if you think about it....” Jungkook adds in almost thoughtfully, his focus now on picking at his nails. He lets out a short chuff, grunting. “Looks like he got more what he bargained for instead.”
Suddenly you think that his ramblings were more to fill in the void that would've drowned you both. You'll admit it does help a little in keeping you from sinking into your own despair, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're already one foot in. Unable to bare the creeping silence like Jungkook, you also find yourself speaking, following his lead out of desperation.
“.....So....” Your voice comes out in a strained hush, and though you swallow, the lump remains at the back of your throat, the dread slowly creeping in, relentless. “...There's really nothing I can do.....?”
Jungkook pauses in his fidgeting before he lets out a deep sigh, obsidian eyes meeting your pleading ones. The look makes him truly pity you because he knows that the only answer he has won't be the one you want to hear.
“Wait.”
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Ba-bump.
Ba-bump.
The sounds of a muffled heartbeat.
Inhale.
Exhale.
The steady rise and fall of his chest.
These were the only indications of there being any signs of life within the isolated tower, the cold white marble of the walls seem to sap all matters of warmth from entering. Even the few streams of light that streak through the stain glass do no more than cast eerie shadows and shroud the room in a haunting glow.
Ba-bump.
Ba-bump.
The sound keeps him grounded, a constant to focus on when here, time only seems to be a concept and not a reality. And he does not know how long he's been suspended like this.
Click clack.
Click clack.
A break in the routine. His ears perk at the sudden change, zeroing in on the rhythmic pattern until he discerns them as footsteps. A strange occurrence, even stranger when they grow louder coming towards the direction of his holding. A jingle of keys and the shuttering of the gates opening lets him know that he has a visitor.
“My....What a terrifying sight you make.”
The voice makes him grimace, and though it's not how it normally sounds, he can recognize the speaker anywhere; an unfortunate byproduct from having worked with them for millennia now.
Slowly, his eyes slip open, vision blurry until they adjust but he doesn't get a chance to lift his head before a face obnoxiously comes into view.
“He lives....” The visitor gasps dramatically, followed by a series of dark chuckles that grate on his nerves.
“Well, he won't be for long.” Jimin gets out hoarsely,”If you keep talking as loud as you are, this headache might do me in.”
The snarky remark earns him a loud bark of laughter that reverberates off the walls. The man straightens himself up, completely disregarding the tragic state that Jimin is in, a wide toothy grin spreading his lips.
“Really, is that any way to speak to your boss after he's come all this way to see you?”
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Hii!! I'm soo excited for this! Soo this request thing, I've never done this before, so I hope I'm doing it correctly. Buut maybe how Jungkook is waking up the next time and doesn't really remember what he said with all this "hot nurse" thing and the others tease him? And he gets all shy and embarassed and everything? Hope this isn't too vague or sth. Please stay healthy, take your time in writing and love you💜(hope it's not too weird ahah sorry if it is)
a/n: hi, sweets! You did it correctly, don’t worry 💜 you stay healthy too! dvjsd it’s not weird bb i love you too 🥺💜
genre: fluff
warning(s): none
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Just as you had expected, it was indeed an entertaining night. Jungkook had proceeded to tell you all of the things he wanted to do to you, and you just sat there with a blush on your cheeks while the rest of the boys either laughed or disregarded everything going on.
It was around seven in the morning when the nurses working the morning shift arrived, and you were so relieved, knowing you would be able to leave soon. The rest of Jungkook's friends had left when visiting hours were over, and planned on bringing back breakfast in the morning. They had asked you if you wanted anything, but you had told them you would probably be leaving before they showed up.
"Y/n?" Mimi, your fellow nurse, as well as your friend, asked as soon she walked in and caught sight of you next to the bed.
Groggily looking towards her, you yawn and explain, "He was my patient yesterday, and Minjong said to stay here and watch over his vitals."
"Oh?" she raises an eyebrow, smirking when you give her a look. The three of you were close, and Minjong was always trying to set you up with people.
Sighing, you get up and stretch, groaning when your back pops. "Yeah. Anyways, since you're here, I'm gonna head home and sleep in my bed," you state, making your way to the door.
"Alright, I'll text you later," Mimi says as you pass her. She quickly checks his vitals before leaving to check on her other patients.
Ten minutes later, Jungkook wakes up, glancing around confused. Right at the moment, his members stroll through the door and take their previous seats.
Seeing the puzzled expression on the maknae's face, Seokjin asks him, "You okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm just confused on what happened last night, I don't remember anything," Jungkook's voice is quiet, still slightly tired. If he was being honest, he wouldn’t mind sleeping some more, but he knew he would be getting released in a while.
Jimin tilts his head, "Wait, you don't remember *anything* from last night?" Dang, how strong were those pain meds?
"Uh, no?" Jungkook is even more confused, not understanding why all of them were smirking and laughing at him.
Glaring at them, he whines, "Tell me why you guys are looking at me like that."
They all take turns explaining what had happened, and the more Jungkook heard, the more guilt he felt. To know you must have felt so uncomfortable having some stranger say such nasty things to you has him frowning.
"Is she still here? I want to apologize," he says, a blush on the apples of his cheeks.
Namjoon gets up from his seat, patting Jungkook's leg, "I'll go ask a nurse to see if she's around here."
When he returns, a brunette in pink scrubs is following him. She closes the door behind them.
"Hello, Mr. Jeon! How are you feeling?" she asks, giving him a bright smile.
He grins back, nervously shifting in his seat, "I'm feeling okay. Um, is Y/n still here?"
"Nurse Y/n?" the nurse asks, a knowing smirk on her face. When he shyly nods, she continues, "Unfortunately, she went home when I arrived."
His shoulders drop in defeat, his sadness clearly heard in his voice, "Oh, um, okay. Thank you. When you see her, can you tell her I'm sorry?"
"Tuesday," she blurts out, "She next works Tuesday, her shift starts at seven in the morning and ends seven in the evening."
A grin grows on Jungkook's face, his eyes twinkling, "Thank you!"
He knew exactly what he was going to do on Tuesday, and thankfully they didn't have anything scheduled that day.
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I just wanted to ask if you listened to Hwasa's new song? I think it's called LMM and while listening and watching the MV I kinda got OFAL feeling. Like the song and what Hwasa was wearing(I could kinda imagine oc wearing something like that in spring/sommer and running with little koo through the fields in her old home like her cottage). Kinda also made me emotional and reminded me too much of OFAL. Yeah I'm just gonna stop bc I'm rambling ahah
yeah i totally get the mood from that and the way everything kinda feels inevitable! thnk you for showing it to me! it’s times like this that i wonder who would play y/n in the story and i can’t say i’d hate to see hwasa in that roll
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@xakemi-chiix replied to your post My Time Series Masterlist | jjk
Holy.shit. I am hooked! After like days I could finally go through my to-read list again and this story was the first one. I am glad that I could read it bc holy crap this whole plot is a master piece. I seriously can't wait how the story will unfold and learn more about Jungkook's past(I'm scared what will await us tbh) and more about oc. I am also interested as to why only Jungkook is able to jump with her, while no one else was able to.
Then how Jungkook is relieving the past memories about his younger brother.... I will probbaly cry when this will be unfolded and I am ready for it ahah But yeah all in all I am looking forward to the next parts and how this story will go from here. How you came up with this I don't know but damn it's def gonna be another story I will read through again and again. Hope you stay healthy/safe and have a wonderful day/night!
OMYMYMY MASTERPIECE??!! hON, this is such a super mega high compliment 😳😳😳 I don’t think I deserve it but thank you so so much 😭😭😭 We’ll eventually find out more about the things you mentioned in the future. I’m glad I got you curious to stick with me. I was really anxious when I was just planning this bc this is my first time writing a series! So to have you say this will be a story you will re-read again and again? My HEART JUST FEELS SO FULL WITH LOVE, THANK YOU. Thank you for this reassurance. It really means a lot in motivating me to continue this story even if there’s only a few who seems to follow it. So thank you so so much for inspiring me not to lose hope. I’m having a wonderful night because of you! Hope you’re also taking care of yourself hon and I’m wishing you very fine days/nights ahead of you!
#xakemi-chiix#HON#Sorry for the late reply. I got caught up with finals drain and writing slump and writing the 3rd chapter for this series#but just so you know. I re-read this comment again and again to help me finish the 3rd chapter#thank you so so much for dropping so much love for this series.This means the world to me and I'm seriously teary-eyed now#bc of SO MUCH LOVE#so thank you#🥺🥺🥺#sorry you might get tired of me saying thank you again and again#i just feels so grateful#and these words are an understatement of how much I really feel rn#aera loves#my time feedback#my time#fic: my time#reviews
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@xakemi-chiix replied to your post “until the last star falls”
I really love this! I really admire you for coming up with this beautiful plot and having a way with words to make it into this wonderful story. I don't know how you get your ideas for all your stories, but god I love them. I literally cried, when oc revealed her fave to little Kai and how he was the first one to see her heart. I also loved the similarities to some situations. I could definitely read this story a hundred times and would never get tired of it. Bless you for writing this.
idk how I get some of these ideas either tbh. if anyone were to ask how my writing brain works, I can’t tell them the exact answer because I don’t know either haha. but thank you uwu. before writing the reincarnation portion, I played some of the scenes in my head and oof, none of them came out the way the story is now and most of the time that’s how my writing process works haha. which is why I try to refrain myself from imagining some scenes because I know I won’t go with that but rather just letting my fingers type as it writes.
kai wasn’t actually supposed to be a character, one of the guys was actually going to be the first to see her face but I guess during the whole aspect of it all, I wanted a character that would make y/n feel better about herself and less lonely since she’s alone in the process and doesn’t have anyone to vent to. even though she doesn’t necessarily vents to kai, he understands her more on that level so I guess that was a good addition to the story haha.
anyways, sorry for going off with this, just wanted to say that I really appreciate the comment, thank you 💕
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xakemi-chiix replied to your post “I’m so depressed... Like, it just hit me like a wave I can’t even...”
This may not really mean anything or something, but take your time with writing. The world is in so much chaos right now and it's important to look after oneself first. I can understand that if writing is your outlet to like relax and everything, but I hope you know that you can take your time with writing. Take breaks and maybe a change of scenery will do you good...? I hope you will feel better soon
Thank you so so much! You’re so sweet and kind and please, this means so much to me, ok? The support I receive from you guys always keeps me pushing forward, especially when I’m struggling a lot with writing and life in general. I’m feeling better compared to yesterday and that’s mostly because of messages like this so really, thank you for being here and supporting me ♥ I love you ♥
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@xakemi-chiix replied to All In :
“I really, really loved this!!! I was really scared to what happens next, but this ending was so sweet and perfect😊”
Thank you so much, my dear, for even giving this the time of your day. Also thank you for liking it and commenting on the post! It’s always nice to know that my work is appreciated 😊 I didn’t even know how this was going to go but somehow I managed to finish it!
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@xakemi-chiix replied to your post The Prince and His Rose Masterlist
Hi! So I finally decided to read through my to-read list and your story the prince and his rose was the first and I love this whole concept. This is so soft and cute and kookie is such a sweet friend! Gosh my heart is melting when I read through this whole drabbles. I really loved that both of them are each support pillars. That they help each other when they are about to give up and how well they know each other(their teenage years made me cry damnit, with Jungkook's dad and everything.)
I also love their little arguments and how awkward kookie is to compliment oc and how frustrated Jimin/Taehyung are lol Also this little misunderstanding of Jungkook thinking how oc was going to submit an application for the female leading role and jungkookie applying lmao I love this drabble ahaha Also bc of how throughout the performance how he looked into the audience, in other words looking at oc, which was just so cute gosh
Also I really love the way how she got the red scarf you already mentioned and how cute it was how disappointed he was that oc couldn't be there and celebrate his birthday and ahh this whole series is really cute and I would def read it a hundred times again.☺️
Oh my god, this feedback got me happy-crying!!! TT u TT God, I’m so happy you saw the essence in OC and Jungkook’s relationship. Writing the fluffy and awkward moments between these two is so fun! But what made me truly happy in writing TPAHR is how I tried to humanize these two characters. Writing about their fears, pains, mistakes, and how they try to deal with them while supporting each other made me go through a journey of my own along with these characters. And I am so happy you saw these too! One of my greatest joys is to have my readers get the thesis of my stories. That’s why I feel so blessed I managed to have readers like you get interested in my stories!
The story-telling I did for the red scarf is one of my favorite things I’ve ever done in writing! When I first started this series, I decided I don’t want to write OC and Jungkook’s story in a conventional linear structure. I want to tell this “cliche” story of friends falling in love with each other in a different way that could give a fresh twist to this established trope. Hence, the jumping from past to present, present to past, in the story was born. I guess this is TPAHR’s charm because I managed to get my readers curious enough to follow this story and know more about OC and Jungkook and their past. So I’m beyond ecstatic you loved what I did for this series!
I, too, have read stories I like re-reading again and again and never get tired of doing it. They have touched my life in so many ways/ I feel so lucky I got to read/watch them bc idk what would I be now If I didn’t encounter them. Thus, I think to be write a work that could astound people that they will not get enough of going back to it is a great feat for any artist. So to have you say you’ll read The Prince and His Rose a hundred times again, I feel like I’m standing on the other end this time, overwhelmed with love and happiness. Thank you for letting me have this experience that once was a dream a thousand light-years away from me 😊😊😊
#xakemi-chiix#sorry this got so long Hsjjsjs#my heart went off when I saw so many notifs in my blog#and when I checked it#it was bc you liked and reblogged every single installment in tpahr#and you even wrote me such long and heaet-fluttering feedback#and for that. THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭#thank you for letting me feel so happy#and important and appreciated and loved 💞💓☺️🥰#dandellions on stage was one of my favorite installments bc writing jk bend his back just to get the leading man role was hilarious#i can't count how many times i fell off my chair laughing at probably every scene znsjjs#and yes!!! TAEHYUNG AND JIMIN IS A MOOD bc Jungkook why u like that??! 🤣🤣🤣#you're not alone hon#the sneak peek of OC's and Jungkook's teenage years had my heart clenching#much more now whenever i look at my draft in the installment that will center what happened to them in their high school#and how it made such a great impact to where their relationship stands now#aera blushes#tpahr#fic: the prince and his rose#the prince and his rose feedback#the prince and his rose#tpahr feedback#reviews
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Helloo Bean! Hope you've been well these past weeks. Hope you're still safe, healthy and happy. Be sure to take breaks every now and then. Don't feel pressured when you can't write anything or like only a little bit, taking baby steps is still a process☺️ And your health(physical and mental) are more important. Take care of yourself💜
Hiii my lovely hon!!!! I'm safe and I've been well these past weeks! Well...most of the time 😅 I'm still struggling with my writer's slump and getting back to my usual schedule. Sometimes irl stuff comes up and I'll get sidetracked and then I mess up my progress. Thank you for always checking up on me, hon 🤧😭 You've been helping me so much in getting through with this slump and I can't thank you enough. I hope you don't forget to take care of yourself, too! Your physical, emotional, and mental health matters the most in these trying times! Here's more love from me (/ ° O °)/💖💖💖
#xakemi-chiix#i tend to worry that I must be worrying you guys too much#but check up posts like this just makes me feel wanted and important#whenever I feel unwanted and useless in the world#so thank you so much hon#and sorry too for probably worrying you on top of the things you must already be dealing with#i hope you're not annoyed by how frequent I say sorry.. i have anxiety and it just makes me say that word fot whatever reason#i'm still working on it tho#gosh this feels so emotional. i think i overshared tmi again#aera blushes#love letters 💌#aera's honeybees#answered
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Hi Bean, don't feel sad or sorry that you haven't updated. Your health is more important. If being away on social media helped, than it's good that you stayed away from them. Please take care of yourself first and take all the time you need. We will wait for you. I hope it will get better! Taking Baby steps will be better in the long run for you. We love and care for you. Stay strong! Better days will come!💜💜💜
My hon....thank you so much for this 😭😭😭 These days have been tough for me bc I cannot seem to find any reason to love myself or think I am deserving of love...especially when my mind has the tendency to let me think about my mistakes again and again and make me realize how mess and ugly of a human I have been. And to hear someone loves and cares for me even when I can't find it in me to love myself rn....just made me cry. Happy tears, tears of relief, I'm not sure. I just feel so...grateful that despite all my flaws....someone out there can still love me. So thank you so much for letting me feel loved and cared for 😭😭😭😭 You don't know how many times your words have helped me in getting over the obstacles of life 🤧😭😭😭💕💕💕
#xakemi-chiix#i know i havent responded to your previous ask yet and i have no energy in me to stay in socmed rn#but i just have to log in and reply to your ask bc this just made me feel better a hundred times#and i want you to know how grateful i am to meet such a kind soul such as you#thank you thank you thank you for always helping me feel better with my life#i wouldn't have stayed so strong so long if it weren't for you 😭😭😭#thank you so much hon#i'll forever remember how blessed i am to meet you in this lifetime#sorry this got so emotional. im a literal mess of emotions these days#aera blushes#love letters 💌#for my sad days#answered
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Hello Bean!(Hope I can call you that ahah) Just wanted to check up on you. Hope you are doing fine!! If you can't write, don't force yourself! Take breaks every now and then! Stay safe and healthy!💜
AAAAAHHH I'M BEAN NOW! You can call me whatever you want hon! I'm doing fine these days hehe. I'm struggling how to write like I used to (without getting sidetracked) this month but recently, I'm slowly getting back to it. Baby steps hehe. I also apply your advices. Forcing myself to write when I can't just makes me feel miserable and hate writing, so you're right. Write only when I want to! Hehe Thank you hon for always checking up on me. You make me feel so important 🥺🥺🥺 I hope you also stay safe and don't forget take care of yourself. Take breaks as well and don't skip meals! Also, don't do anything if you don't feel like it. With the world busy getting shittier and shittier, it takes a lot of work just to get through the day. I know hundreds of people are pushing themselves and others to be productive. But don't demean the effort you put into keeping yourself alive. That is the most important activity we need to do and I'm proud of you for doing that 💓
#xakemi-chiix#hon how do you always succeed in making me a mush 🥺🥺🥺#i'm mushy bean#but also. bean reminds me of Mr. Bean#OH MY GOD AM I MS. BEAN? NOOOOOOOO#I don't belong to the god-tier art of comedy that is Mr. Rowan Atkinson#i'm corny. i should just be always the one seeing myself out#also sorry if this got so mushy. i felt like reminding people like you who care so much for me to also care for yourselves#your health and wellness is important 😊😊😊#aera blushes#love letters 💌#answered
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Helllooo my sweet Bean! I hope you've been well! Hopefully not stressful or something. As always, take breaks when you need them(This doesn't only apply for writing but also for studying and everything :)) Take care of yourself! Here many hugs from me~ hope they will cheer you up and everything☺️☺️ (Hope you're not annoyed with me checking in so often ahaha) Stay safe! 💜
Hello my sweet hon! (I finally replied to your ask skskksks forgive me for taking so long) Oh no, I'm not annoyed! I am FLATTERED. Seriously, thank you for always sending me this cheer-me-ups and reminders. It feels so nice to have someone out there care for you and think about your well-being even when you can't think about it yourself. And thank you for letting me feel that way, bubs. I think I'm getting better at taking care of myself bc of you 😆 As much as you always remind me to take care of myself, I hope you also take care of yourself hon! Take breaks if you need it, stay hydrated, and don't skip meals! Here's a lot of hugs from me to you, too! 🤗🤗🤗💓 Stay safe and may you always have a great day/night ahead! I love you! 😘💓💕💖🥺
#xakemi-chiix#hon 🥺🥺🥺#thank you for always caring for me. i dont think i deserve it and here you are giving me so much love#thank you for sticking by my side no matter hoe whiny or annoying I can sound#thank you so much for existing#bc idk what my life would have been without you#i love you 💕💓💖#aera blushes#love letters 💌#for my sad days ☀️#answered
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Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)
The choice was between moral values, duty, loyalty or to no longer matter nor be respected as a person of integrity.
But what happens if choosing the heart will also mean his death?
Luckily for Jimin, it doesn’t matter in this case, because the choice will always be you.
guardian demon!jimin x reader
genre: angst, slow-burn, supernatural, fluff, romance
word count: 3.3k
related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of Resurgam
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A/N: HELLOOOOO OMGGG I MISS YALLL 😭😭😭😭😭 euughhhh i can’t tell you how much it took to finish this chapter because life just....didn’t want me to 🙃 between work and getting words to just go in general, it was dkfhsgl but reading how excited and patient you all have been for this next chapter (and my extensive notes on how i planned this series to finish) gave me that final push and here we are! 😭😭😭😭 I can’t thank you enough for waiting and understanding, truly!! 💜💜💜💜 i can only hope that it’s been worth it! love you all!!
It burns.
Fuck, everything is just burning – like his insides are being set on fire. Again. Hell, it's exactly like that time he took a sip of that holy water in the basilica. Maybe that's why despite wanting to tear his own limbs off, he's also eerily unbothered by it, completely numb to this familiar type of pain. Or maybe he's finally lost his mind.
Jimin wouldn't put it past him, it certainly does feel that way.
Up until now, the world has been moving like a giant blur; jumping from one point in time to the next in a blink of an eye as he watches from a third person point of view. He remembers seeing you, the first thing he laid his eyes on even in the midst of having his soul temporarily leave his body. He remembers how frightened you had looked, watched helplessly as you tried to fight against Taehyung. And what a fight you put up; who could say they lashed out at an archangel and still live to tell it?
That's what he loves about you; against all odds, you never took things lying down easily.
But an archangel was still a divine being of the Heavens, and you were only a human; it doesn't take much for you to be subdued. So for Taehyung to have to use holy magic on you, simply because he's grown impatient.....
He's seen the way the angel's face had contorted; the perfect, serene mask cracking at the seams in a way that Jimin is all too familiar with. Before he even realizes, Jimin's vision goes red. The sheer anger consumes him with uncontrollable vengeance, born from the deepest, darkest parts of his soul. It's what finally drives him, the disconnect between his body and mind no longer an issue as he moves with a speed he didn't think capable at this point, having struggled to barely make his fingers so much as twitch earlier.
It's no surprise that within that split second however, Taehyung has caught notice. Of course he would, someone with the affinity for holy magic would be sensitive to this sudden spike in murderous intent, thick like miasma swirling in dark wisps around Jimin. And as an archangel, his reflexes to change targets on a dime didn't disappoint.
Truth be told, Jimin hadn't felt the sword really. Had only taken notice when the wound had started to almost feel like it's festering. But he could care less because this way, the lethal blade had nowhere else to go at least. He was determined to hold on to it until the angel had to pry the damn thing out of him. Unlucky though, his body says otherwise. With a holy relic embedded into his chest, well...it doesn't take a lot to figure that it's bound to fuck him up somehow. And on top of his sustained injuries....
The feeling of weightlessness comes to him again, except he's not quite floating but falling this time. The sting of glass and cold rain water passes by Jimin fleetingly, limbs locking and the threat of unconsciousness encroaching on him once more.
No.... he had thought desperately, is this really it? Is this how he'll truly die?
No matter how much he wants to scream at himself to do something, anything, it's as if there wasn't a single ounce of energy left in him. As the winds rushed past him, plunging him farther and farther into the chilling embrace of death, Jimin's final thoughts strayed back to you, your name slipping past his lips in what would've been his last breath.
It's through this heavy fog that he hears the sound of a name – his true name – echoing right back at him. It rings so loudly and clearly that it seems to shatter even death's grip on him. Something within him awakens then, a force that compels him to heed the call, invoked by the magic that has bound him to you from that fateful night so long ago.
As if a string has attached itself to him, it yanks him back up at full force, and just like that, he's careening back onto the hardwood floors of his demolished penthouse suite. He can't say he's stuck the landing – you know, drenched, bleeding and suddenly so off-balanced – but his entrance was dramatic enough if the faces of you and the archangel is anything to go by.
After recovering from his shock, Taehyung's angelic face twists into utter disgust and with revulsion coating each syllable, he spits out. “Vile beast.”
Ouch, Jimin knows he probably looks like one hot mess right now – probably the worse in all his life – but he didn't have to put it like that. Oh well, no point in getting sensitive now, because clearly the archangel has way worse to say.
“Repulsive! Filthy abomination! Most unclean!” Taehyung continues to spew out, the words becoming angrier and angrier, even staggering back a few steps as if he can't stand being anywhere near Jimin and the only thing keeping him from fleeing completely was his sense of duty and pure loathing. Eyes blazing and sword still in hand, he shouts, “In His name and in my power, I will condemn you back to Hell!”
“NO!!”
Jimin distinctly hears you shout, the same time Taehyung goes to raise his sword again and he nearly topples over from the force of your entire weight hurtling towards him. He does his best to cushion your fall, grunting as his arms embrace you even when they feel like blocks of lead, head groggy and vision wavering nauseously. You scramble up, kneeling protectively in front of your guardian demon with your arms spread out, your body acting as a living shield. The obsidian blade stops in its tracks, halted by an immovable force that was you.
You stay that way for what felt like several tense minutes, heart pumping and blood rushing in your ears as you will yourself to stand your ground against Taehyung whose eyes are blazing so brightly you're convinced they might actually burn right through you to Jimin.
“...Y/N....” You hear him rasp out weakly behind you and the sound is enough to have your gaze stray for a split second before you get a hold of yourself. You want to turn so badly, to look at him and let him know that you're here, but you're so afraid to lose him again. You won't take any chances. So you bite down on your lip and bear through the ache in your chest, lest you want to break apart now.
You watch countless emotions pass through those eerily glowing orbs, and to your astonishment, something cracks, his severe expression crumpling into something almost mournful.
“How hath thou fallen......” Taehyung whispers. You startle when his sword noisily clatters against the ground in the way he carelessly lowers it and then, brings up his free hand to cover his face. “I cannot understand it....Why....”
He continues to mutter unintelligibly, almost maddeningly to himself as you watch on pins and needles. Slowly, his voice rises and you begin to make out bits and pieces of what Taehyung is saying.
“Such deceit.....Oh, how they hath lied and seduced thou to sin with their lecherous ways! Tainted thy soul! Lead thee astray from His righteous path!” When he finally lowers his hand, you're in disbelief at how distraught Taehyung looks at you, further emphasized by the gold streaks glistening vibrantly under his eyes. “And now thou hath chosen to forsake thy life for this....!”
“Listen I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but I haven't been lied to or tricked or whatever it is you think!” You find yourself snapping back angrily. Up until now, all he's done is ramble on about righteousness and patronizing you about what you're doing with his literal holier than thou attitude. So even though you have no idea what he means by any of this, you've had had enough.
“Oh how she speaks delusions! Thou art Eve – so naive and easily tempted by simple sweet words. How thy heart aches at the sight of such a hereditary flaw! Since whence has thou faith and will become so....so pitiful?!”
Despite your outburst however, it's like he continues to ignore you, caught up in grand delusions of his own. Furthermore, Taehyung is looking at you with such impassioned eyes that you think your retort may have riled him up even more. But the more he's berating you, the more offended you are, which makes you angrier.
“You – ! You think because you're an angel you can just – pass judgement like that on everyone else huh?!”
Taehyung scoffs, “Humans are all the same; the slightest bit of trial that come unto thee hast thou crumbling, groveling pathetically at the first chance of reprieve that thou wouldst throw away all moral! How He hath offered guidance, salvation and love; died on the cross for thy sins, yet in return this is thou repayment?! By laying with a spawn of Satan?!”
“So what?! You have no business with what I do!”
Before Taehyung could retaliate, a bellow came from behind you so suddenly that it startles the both of you into silence.
“Enough!”
You whip your head around to Jimin and any thoughts of arguing further with the angel in front of you dies out. Your hand is reaching out instinctively, arm ready to wrap around his shoulder to support him because at that moment, he looked ready to collapse, slumped over so heavily on his knees but the twitch of muscle and the rustle of a large appendage that follows has you pausing.
The wounds where the half-formed wings sprouts from look extremely tender, the skin around taut and inflamed, still bleeding and made worse by how their weight is dragging them down. Not wanting to aggravate them any further, you shift to have your arm more towards his lower back, hoping that he can lean against you to alleviate some of the strain.
He does so gratefully, ignoring the way the feathers poke into your sides and the disapproving look Taehyung shoots your way.
“Jimin...” You whimper weakly, not wanting to see him push himself in such a state, but he does so anyways, seemingly mustering a herculean strength to be able to lift his head up.
“Enough.....” He repeats, the tiredness making his voice hoarser. “This is something that's just between you and me, archangel.”
Taehyung lets out a short, brusque laugh at that. “Thy ignorance truly knows no bounds. The sins that thou hast committed hast ultimately damned a soul of the innocent! Thou shall both be sent to Hell as punishment!”
“Which is why – “
“That's fine.” You feel two pairs of eyes on you instantly, the weight of them crushing but you power through in spite of it, proclaiming boldly. “I want to give my soul to my guardian demon.”
You swear time freezes, the same time Jimin's and Taehyung's jaw collectively drop. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting nervously between the two, however you refuse to elaborate as you feel like that statement alone explains itself and that there's nothing that will change your mind otherwise. After what felt like an hour of stunned silence, Jimin is the first to snap out of it, his face darkening with a seriousness you've never seen before.
“No Y/N, I will not allow it.”
A part of you is hurt at hearing his answer but most of all, you're in disbelief as you turn your attention to him.
“But I want to Jimin. This is about breaking the guardian contract right? If I willingly consent to giving my soul to you in a new contract, then everything would just cancel itself out and there'll be no reason for them to send angels after you like this.”
“Cease thy tongue foolish child, thou dost not knowest of what you speakth.” Taehyung seethes in rudely, glaring daggers at you and you just about whipped your head around to tell him to fuck off when you feel Jimin firmly grip your forearm, like he half expected you to physically lunge at the celestial being.
“He's right Y/N.” Jimin sighs, the weight of the words heavy, making them hard to speak aloud. “You don't know what it truly means to forfeit your soul to a demon.....I won't – no I can't let you do that to yourself.”
“What does it matter whether she will or she won't? As with thou, she too will suffer the same fate.” Taehyung scoffs.
“And this is what I was trying to get at, if you had just listened.” Dark crimson orbs clash with the pale golden haze of Taehyung's as Jimin levels a stare burning with conviction. He takes in a breath, and unwaveringly, he says, “I can take this fall. Alone.”
“....Wha–”
“Let me take the blame, for everything. Tell the heavenly court that I was the one who coerced Y/N into sinning, that she was acting under the influence of my charmed magic. And that I did it because I wanted to spite Heaven by taking a protected soul and severing the duties imposed by the contract.”
Now it's your turn to be stunned speechless, mouth falling agape as your mind tries to wrap around Jimin's declaration. He's going to take the blame himself? No, he's essentially going to lie about everything – falsely self-incriminate himself just so you're able to walk away from this scot free? You don't understand it, or more like you don't want to but it doesn't stop the way your stomach plummets. And yet, you find that the words he spoke were not what truly made your blood run cold.
It's the confidence in which he says them – as if he had decided this long ago.
Your silent internal panic is broken by a boisterous laughter. It's deep and gasping, and you realize that it's coming from Taehyung, who looked about ready to keel over from laughing so hard. When he's finally managed to calm down enough, he barks out incredulously, “What jest! Thou expects me to believe that a filthy, heedless demon wouldst swear on such words that go against one's nature?”
“I'll swear on my name.” Jimin doesn't miss a beat, and this time, the statement hits a nerve on Taehyung, the angel visibly taken aback. Jimin continues, still steady with his words, “I'll forfeit my true name to you if that's what it takes to get you to trust me, but you and I both know that this will be the way to save her.”
Finally getting a hold of yourself, you vehemently protest. “W-Wait! But it's not true though?! How can this work when I've been willing the whole time and I can prove it?”
“No, it can....” The angel interjects, a pensive look drawn over his face for the first time. “So long as there is cause, Heaven will simply overlook a mortal's folly in favour of preserving a soul from damnation, and in the face of possible foul play from a demon involved, thy words will more than likely be null.”
“....You....You can't be serious....” You whisper disbelievingly, but it's clear that Taehyung is not here to listen to what you have to say any longer. He lets out a huff, a hard gaze pinned on Jimin and putting away his sword, he says,
“Thy terms...are accepted.”
You're shaking your head, eyes widening and heart pounding frantically as Jimin lets out a soft sigh. He tilts his head towards you, calm and collected – the complete polar opposite of you – and despite his heavy injuries, he smiles reassuringly at you.
“I might be gone for a while cherub, but don't worry okay? It's gonna be alright.”
You don't know whether to laugh or cry, can't believe that he's trying to comfort you when his life is the one on the line. There's a lump in your throat that's building, making it harder and harder for you to say anything but even then, you could only repeat feebly, “You can't.... You can’t just – I can’t...! Jimin there has to be something – !”
“Please cherub, promise you’ll stay safe while I’m gone.” Jimin whispers, and after taking your hand in his, he adds, “For me?”
Staring into those ruby eyes, you search aimlessly in their depths for any doubts, any uncertainties however, there's just the same steadfastness Jimin always had. Your stomach twists, conflicted. When you open your mouth to speak again, your words catch as the reality of it sets in; in the realm of these otherworldly beings, you will always be the one who is powerless.
Taehyung clears his throat then, letting you know that you don't have the luxury to privately discuss this matter; though deep down, you think it won't change anything. So you only nod to Jimin. You feel him give your hand one last squeeze, before he gently nudges you out of the way until you're no longer holding him upright. Your body moves numbly as you watch the archangel stride towards Jimin, stopping at an arm's length away his kneeling form.
Outstretching one arm, he faces his palm to the crown of Jimin's head and recites, “Coronam argenteam; nomen quod dicitur, hoc est nomen quod tenetur.”
And in response, Jimin answers, “Rhaemaris.”
A light suddenly emits from the tips of Taehyung's slender fingers then, spreading until it forms a ring-like shape. As the light begins to fade away, you see a gleam of silver shine through. Against the dark tresses of Jimin's hair, the circlet stands out, simple and delicate in how almost thin the three metal band coils around his head; a stark contrast compared to what was actually the crown Jimin was forced to wear.
Thorns.
Like the vines in which they sit upon, they're small but many, sinisterly sharp as they press too uncomfortably close to skin that you fear they may pierce. Perhaps that was the purpose, you think bitterly.
“We will now return to Heaven, where thou shall face judgement before the court and knoweth of thy fate.” With the flourish of his robes, he sweeps to stand behind Jimin. His pale irises slide over to you and as if just out of common courtesy, he gives you a very curt, “I bid thee farewell.”
You grit your teeth, willing yourself to bite back the scathing response sitting at the tip of your tongue. As much as you'd like, you know it won't do you any good at this point; you're done wasting your breath on someone like him.The floor beneath them begins to glow white as a rune of sorts appears, enveloping the pair in its circle of strange celestial markings. A wind picks up the more the magic intensifies, stinging your eyes but you don't look away from Jimin and his deep crimson gaze that never seems to have left you for a second.
You feel the need to say something then, a million words weighing on your chest that they all end up clogging at your throat. Jimin must've sensed it too, and you see a flicker of a thought pass over his face. You fight to regain control of your voice, mouth opening the same time as Jimin does too. To you, it felt like it was all happening in slow motion but just before a single word can come out from either of you, you hear Taehyung's command.
“Ascend.”
There was a blinding flash, a woosh of air – all of which catches you off guard because when you're finally able to blink away the spots that dance in your vision, you find there is no longer a demon or an angel in sight.
Surrounded by nothing but the ruins of a place no longer recognizable, you are now alone.
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Resurgam
“ for the righteous falls seven times and rises again, but the wicked stumble in times of calamity. ” - Proverbs 24:16
guardian demon!jimin x reader
genre: supernatural, angst, comedy, fluff, romance, slow-burn
word count: 4.1k
related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of Retribution
Warnings: Just more violence, mentions of blood (lots of it), heavy injuries
A/N:
I’M BACKK. OML I CAN’T EVEN. THE PAST MONTH GUYS. TL;DR WORK HAS BEEN A BITCH. FOREVER CLOSING SHIFTS. ALSO, A FEW BUMPS W THIS CHAPTER 🙃 but only because we got some major things happening. Some game changers I guess LOL. I’m so sorry to have kept a lot of you waiting regardless 😭😭😭 i hope you’ll enjoy this chapter and won’t be too disappointed!! I love yall so so much again! thank you for your endless patience and understanding for me and this story!! Honestly wouldn’t have made it this far without yall!! 💜💜💜💜
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The first words that you yelled as soon as you practically body slammed the door open was his name. You're a mess; clothes sticking to you uncomfortably and hair drenched by the downpour, this has got to be the most least put together you've ever looked visiting Jimin. But getting water all over the threshold is the least of your concerns, your eyes too busy scanning the apartment frantically for anything that was out of place. Only, the longer you stood there taking in the familiar surroundings, the more you find that....there wasn't anything wrong.
You feel your wired nerves calm a little, though your cautiousness doesn't subside entirely. One reason being that you have yet to see the one you were looking for. Your legs ache as you slowly take a step forward, eyes still on the lookout and hyper aware. The sounds of your ragged breathing is loud in your ears – it amplifies the silence and makes it seem unnatural and disturbing. You stumble in taking your soaked shoes off, instinctively heading towards the bedroom, thinking; maybe he's just in the shower and that's why he didn't hear you?
When you pushed open the door however, you hear no sounds of running water, only the pattering of the rain against the window. The bed is also neatly made, empty of his person and your heart picks up again, anxious as your mind races to try to make sense of his absence. Has he gone out? Not the smartest decision in your opinion, given the circumstances but if so, for what? What could be so important?
You race to do a sweep of the pent house, its grandeur size more hindering than anything. You check in all the places Jimin could possibly be but your search ends with no results.
With little options left, you resort to try and reach him through phone. You listen for the dial tone, chewing on your lip. It's when you're making your way back to the living room from upstairs that you freeze dead in your tracks. You pull the phone away from your ear, wanting to make sure there was no mistaking it; the screen shows you are calling him. Yet you hear nothing coming through, the line completely dead before you're abruptly disconnected.
Jimin's never without his phone. That fact alone raises the alarm bells once more.
“Jimin?” You yell out once again, panic making your voice pitch. Your feet pace uselessly around, not knowing what to look for but knowing that something is definitely wrong.
“Jimin where are you?!”
It's like you're trapped in a maze of two-way mirrors; the pent house you're so familiar with has now become a mere artificially replicated shell to give you a false sense of security. It's picture perfect facade almost mocking in a way that it has your senses believing this illusion.
Your eyes whip all around you, searching this place that is no longer your home, desperately driven by the thought that there has to be something here to give you a lead, anything that would solidify this gut feeling. But there's absolutely nothing and that causes the panic to rise further. It's a battle with yourself, like you're going crazy yet trying to convince yourself that you're not.
You swear being here is the cause; an unexplainable fog taking over you and invading your mind with a voice that's not your own. You need to leave.
Leave.
Leave right now.
That's right, there's nothing here.
No!
“JIMIN IF YOU'RE HERE SAY SOMETHING!!”
You shout as if to drown it all out. You think it worked, everything falling into a hush with only the sounds of your harsh breaths and heartbeat. And that's when you hear it.
Haunting in the way it resonates in the air all around you, the agony in the scream is so immense that it sends a chill down your spine and instantly has your blood running cold. What's worse is that you know who they belong to.
“JIMIN!!” You look with wild abandon, fear seizing every fibre of your being in a vice-like grip. “JIMIN TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!!”
You can't pinpoint where the source is, even as you continue to hear his screams ringing in your ears, your desperate pleas go unanswered no matter how loud you shout. More and more your chest constricts from the different emotions welling up inside; panic, terror, frustration, and an inexplicable pain that wasn't yours –
“PLEASE GIVE ME A SIGN, ANYTHING!!”
All at once, it's like those emotions explode from within you and the physical force of it nearly has you falling over, winded. You're clutching at your chest, blinking hard as stars dance in your vision.
What the fuck was that?
You look around in confusion, petrified at what other supernatural magic is at work here to screw with you but something else catches your attention. You double-take, almost couldn't believe what you're seeing at first until you find yourself taking a few shaky steps forward and at just the right angle....
A loud gasp tears itself past your lips, hands shooting up to mouth and eyes widening in shock. Beyond the large windows, hidden so perfectly between the images of the skylines and the dark clouds, was a piece of a mirror that didn't reflect the false reality you're trapped in. The contrast was startling that one would think it was an entirely alternate universe rather than the very same penthouse you're standing in. Through this looking-glass, you see glimpses of a wreckage, the blood staining wood, and shadowy figures that are too vague for you to discern their identity, but nevertheless should've been present with you when they're not.
You will yourself to take in calm, steadying breaths, eyes pinned onto the doorway you were searching for in fear of it suddenly vanishing. You've found your way out, now how are you going to get out? It's hard enough due to your lack of knowledge with portals and dimension hopping, but what's more is the fact that this tear leads out to a sixty story drop. Or, at least, that's what you think.
Just like this apartment, your senses are thrown for a loop from what you see and feel versus what's actually real. So although the stakes are uncomfortably high for your liking, you have no way of knowing for sure. You look around once again, this time with a different light as the cogs in your brain begin formulating an idea.....a crazy idea. Without much hesitation, you grab for one of the breakfast bar stool lined neatly under the island counter, its weight in your hands tangible. Holding it so that the metal legs were facing upwards, you approach the window, took in a deep breath and as if batting a baseball, you swung with all your might.
The loud bang from the impact is unpleasant to your ears, but you don't have time to cringe as you nearly topple over from the momentum. Yet even after such a hit, there was not even a single scratch to be seen. You grit your teeth, anger flaring and you let it fuel the next few swings you throw. Rage and adrenaline consumes your vision entirely, hyper fixating on the single tear that after who knows how many hits you get in, the glass finally gives in.
The small crack splinters directly from a spot just to the left of the mirror, branching over to the picturesque view of the city. It makes you nervous, wondering if that would cause any unwanted effects, however despite that though, there wasn't any significant changes to your environment – you have no choice but to keep going. You struggle to heave the bar stool up, arms shaking from how they burn and grip slipping from the sweat in your palms.
With a cry, you will your last bit of strength for one good swing, throwing your entire weight into it and when the metal meets glass once more, the hairline cracks explode into a spider's web. The stool goes clattering noisily to the ground and your knees almost go out along with it, out of breath The image from the looking-glass is heavily distorted now, its surface somehow becoming much more fragile. More so, in between the cracks, there's a mysterious blinding light seeping through.
You don't know exactly what it means, but it's the first sign of you getting somewhere. Your hand reaches out without a second thought and even before your fingers touch, you feel a heat emanating from the glass. You flinch back for a second, scared that it would burn but find that's not the case. With your palm at the centre, you push experimentally to see if it would break the rest of the way by itself. You're met with resistance, the glass showing no signs of bending to your will so easily.
This does nothing but irritate you, especially after all the bashing you had to do just to get it to this state. You're too exhausted and winded to pick up the stool again, so you resort to using your fists instead – in your mind, it shouldn't take much. Boy were you wrong. Your fists quickly turn into you body slamming against the pane of glass and even then, it refuses to budge.
You swear you've had it. Everything about this place, the stupid magic that's keeping you here against your will, you don't understand it at all. You're spitting out curses to no one in particular between gnashed teeth and each time, you find yourself taking another step back in order to put in more force until you've got a good running start. You're getting out of here if it's the last thing you'll do and no amount of supernatural bullshit or angel is going to stop you. And if this takes a completely different turn and you end up plunging to your death, then so be it. At least you'll go out on your own terms.
But there's something that compels you to think otherwise. It pulls at your heart and is what gives you that extra burst of energy to sprint forward with all your might, running with the confidence of a superhero, impervious to anything and everything. Still, you suppose you're only human after all, as right before you're meant to crash face first into the window, you shut your eyes and brace for a nasty impact (maybe a broken nose, a concussion, or just straight up million shards of glass lodged into your skin).
Imagine your surprise when you feel your body passing through entirely. In fact, you think you nearly died of a heart attack before the possibility of falling to your death because when you had shot your eyes open, the floor, along with practically everything else around you, had completely disappeared. Time seems to slow as you're suspended in this vast white emptiness but it only lasts for a split second. Then, you feel yourself plunge.
Your stomach lurches at an uncomfortable speed. Much like the first drop of a roller coaster, the wind rushes through your hair and lungs and just when you're about to open your mouth to let out a terrified scream, you're unceremoniously met with solid ground. The breath wheezes out in an undignified groan, limbs tingling from taking the brunt of your forceful entry, but even disoriented, you could feel the immediate shift in your surroundings. You made it – somehow, someway – so a few bumps and scrapes meant nothing to you in comparison.
Well, you had thought.
And now here you are; staring BTS' Kim Taehyung dead in his eyes.
No...you rethink your thoughts, it's not actually Kim Taehyung. Despite the uncanny similarities – from his David-like statuesque of a face to the rich, low timbre of his voice – this Kim Taehyung was so painfully obvious that he was not human. Aside from the spiked halo crown that sits atop a head of luscious, wavy golden locks, his eyes are what stood out to you the most. They're pale, so much so that you think there's no colour but there is just the barest hints of grey in them that's illuminated by a soft glow coming from within the depths of his pupils.
That is probably the most unnerving thing, though to further add to the fact, you notice that there are gold streaks shimmering in fine lines running down either sides of his cheeks. They start from right under his eyes, and the longest one ends at around his chin, resembling rivulets of tears streaming down his face. And finally, tattooed at the centre of his forehead, just a little above his brows, was a singular, metallic gold eye. It may not be an actual one – only a simple outline – you still can't shake off the feeling that it was watching you.
The tilt of his head actually makes you flinch, your own gaze flitting nervously, trying to see any way around his towering figure to escape his scrutiny to get to Jimin's side as quickly as you can, but fear keeping you frozen at not knowing what this divine being would do. Unlucky you, he's acutely aware of this.
“Why dost thou still tremble at thy sight? Surely, thine face is one thy should be familiar with.”
His confusion is almost laughable if it weren't so terrifying; he really did think slapping on Taehyung's face would solve everything, that you would immediately find him someone you can trust. You're beginning to wonder if this angel had any idea of what constitutes as 'human'-like in appearance because to you, it didn't look like it made any effort to hide the fact that it was not human at all.
Or maybe...it simply didn't care.
You feel the back of your neck crawl, and you swallow hard.
Again, despite his concerns, Taehyung doesn't seem bothered in the least about your discomfort from his presence, brushing it off as merely a 'typical human response' more than anything. In fact, he's obviously way more concerned by how you're even here to begin with.
“Thou should not be here.” Taehyung says this more to himself than to you, moving to take a step forward once again, continuing to mumble more of his thoughts aloud, “The seal cannot easily be traversed by mortals; how is it that – “
He stops himself abruptly, entire body stiff and when you whip your gaze back to his face, you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat. It's a subtle change; a minuscule shift in his expression but the change in his demeanour is immediate. There's a frost that settles over the beautiful contours of his face, darkening his features into something much more menacing that you think even the apartment is effected by it, the atmosphere instantly becoming desolate.
For one long stretch of a second that felt like an eternity, you dare not move nor breathe.
“Why....” Taehyung finally whispers, and in the silence it pierces loudly in your ears. The next words he utters is just as quiet, but the slight trembling in each syllable give away the barely restrained fury behind this chillingly calm mask.
“Why dost thou reek of his scent?”
He's suddenly striding towards you at a frightening speed, faster than your mind could comprehend the meaning to his question. Frazzled, you react purely on your most baser instinct, body and mind in disarray that you end up hurting yourself more in the process. You trip over your feet, heart pumping full of adrenaline as you half crawl, half scamper in a wild frenzy with only one thought driving you; run.
You're momentarily blinded by the fear but once you laid eyes on Jimin's motionless body, it's like a switch flips. You pour everything into making a beeline to him, reaching out as far as you can in hopes to get to him sooner. Please, please, please...!!
“NO!!”
A thunderous roar crashes down on you, the same time the raging storm outside echoes his shout, the resounding boom seeming to shake the very foundations of the building as you're abruptly yanked to a full stop by the collar of your shirt. You let out a startled yelp, the force from it chokes you and you crash in a heap to the floor once more. You cough, wincing as you peer up at the enraged face of Taehyung.
“Do not approach such foul creature.” He practically hisses, “His prolonged presence has tainted you! Thou must be cleansed of it!”
Cleansed? You think completely baffled, what has this got to do with anything?! In his eyes, surely you're probably one of the billions of people on earth he thinks needs a good cleansing. So why is he making such a big deal about it? Normally, you would be one to try and ration with the other party but considering the how dire the situation is, your priorities lay with Jimin and solely Jimin. You feel yourself being literally tugged out of your thoughts, and it doesn't take much to know who the culprit is. Your hands automatically start grasping at anything to resist the pull, scrambling for traction but your nails only scratch at the hardwood painfully.
Realizing that you're powerless, you lash out wildly like an animal locked within the jaws of death.
“LET GO!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!” You screech. It's the first time you've actually spoken directly to the angel, voice hoarse from previously having to scream your lungs out being trapped in a different dimension, and now with a flurry of intense emotions that ran through you so fast you could hardly distinguish them apart.
Taehyung glowers disapprovingly and doesn't at all appear fazed by your struggling, very much like a mother who's trying to wrangle in her child throwing a tantrum in the middle of a supermarket.
“Heed thy warning, and cease thine – !!”
Taehyung's words cut off abruptly as he lets out a startled noise. Seeing as you were getting no where by mindlessly thrashing around, you had decided to face him head on and strike directly, causing him to jerk back instinctively, his hold loosening on you as if he had been burned. The action clearly has him stunned despite doing little to no damage, as if he can't believe your audacity. Regardless, you're surprised that it worked in your favour because even if it's small, it has given you the window of opportunity you needed.
You make a mad dash back in the direction of Jimin, limbs still clumsy from running purely on adrenaline all this time. But you should've known better than to try and outrun a being of divine powers.
“Thou still dare?!” You hear him seethe behind you, the words sending goosebumps rising over your skin.
In your rush, you don't see the way Taehyung's eyes flash, the tightening of his jaw, his face becoming stoney. He's tolerated your unreasonable behaviour long enough, has tried to coax you in the gentlest way possible, but when you still refuse to listen to him, he has decided that a much more stern hand is needed.
Your movements suddenly become sluggish against your will, the same time your breathing becomes shallower. Your body felt so heavy that eventually, you could no longer move forward at all, falling to your knees on the spot. It takes a herculean strength for you to even turn your head to look back, and when you do, in true horror-like fashion, you see Taehyung descending upon you like a vengeful spirit about to steal your soul.
It happens as if in slow motion. Unable to do anything else, your eyes snap shut, the last thing you saw was the cold glint of the obsidian blade as his grip tightens around it, no doubt ready to strike you with it. You brace yourself for the pain that would follow but all that greets your senses was a rush of cold air that tousles your hair.
And then something brushes the tip of your nose.
The strange sensation is what makes you cautiously peer your eyes open, only for you to widen them in abject shock. Just mere inches away from your face was the very sword that you had thought was going to impale you, so close you could see the way your pupils tremble in the reflection along with something white drifting in the air.
Feathers – like freshly fallen snow, they float down all around you in small tufts seemingly from out of nowhere, confusing you further in your near state of a complete mental shutdown. You can barely process almost being stabbed to death as is, and as much as you are thankful that your skull is still intact, the more important question is; how is it that a being of divine powers such as Taehyung could miss such an easy target?
No sooner had you thought that however, you feel something wet drip onto your cheek and the overwhelming stale stench hits your nose like a ton of bricks. It compels you to look, but what you see made you realize, with dreaded horror, that the blade was never meant for you.
The dark liquid continues to ooze along the crevices of the blade, seeping out of the chest it's deeply embedded in. You watch, frozen, as Jimin's body shudders with the ragged breath he takes and when he lifts his head, your breath catches. His eyes are dyed in the brightest crimson you've seen it, pupils slitted and blazing with hell fire itself against the blackened sclera that it almost appears to be bleeding. Despite the wounds he's already sustaining, he has a relentless grip on the angel's sword, unfazed by the way it's cutting into his palm, glaring in the face of what would've been his maker.
“L-Leave....” An involuntary shiver runs through you at hearing the hoarse growl, his voice low and sounding every bit the demon he is. You see how much effort it takes for him to even speak these words around a mouthful of blood, but he does so with fierce defiance. “Leave....h-her....a-lone....!”
The four large wings on Taehyung's back twitch irritably, unfurled in his haste at this unexpected turn of events. The blade in his hand begins to shake, becoming more and more livid that it starts to distort the golden streaks on his face into tears of anger.
“Thou... bare thy fangs at me?!”
Taehyung lifts his sword up along with Jimin, the blade digging deeper into the flesh with a sickening squelch that has Jimin letting out a sharp painful cry. Your mouth falls open but before you can let out the scream that's caught in your throat, Taehyung throws him off as if he was a mere insect. The force sends his body crashing through the expansive windows –
And plunging off sixty stories.
The shattering of glass breaks the spell that's taken hold of the apartment, the noise of the outside world comes rushing in – the pelting rain, the howling winds, the crack of thunder. It all rings in one loud cacophony in your ears and yet the momentary stillness that follows is deafening. Then, the scream of a single name pierces through it all.
“RHAEMARIS!!!”
You almost didn't recognize this terror-filled voice of yours, hadn't even realized you had called out his true name as your entire body is gripped in shock and a mind-numbing sense of helplessness, far worse than from anything you've experienced so far. You're shaking uncontrollably, the world slowly fading around as you gaze brokenly at the shattered window.
Taehyung scoffs, flicking away the remnants of blood on the sword offhandedly.
“The demon has been vanquished, may God have mercy on his – ��
A sudden gust blasts through the opening, strong enough to send small shards of glass and rainwater in your direction that you had to raise a hand to shield yourself. Something comes hurtling through no sooner afterwards, landing with a thump not far ahead of you. As the last of the winds die down, you're able to lower your hand and the sight makes you gasp, not believing what you're seeing.
Your guardian demon, as beaten and haggard as you had last seen him, but alive. Even more astonishing than that however, there was something sprouting right from where his shoulder blades are. They're as big as his body, half-formed at best with what white downy feathers having been stained by the black inkiness of his blood. But there's no mistaking them for what they are.
Wings.
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GD!Jimin Extras: Golden Hour
As they say, taking a picture lasts longer.
guardian demon!jimin x reader
genre: supernatural, fluff, romance, angst, slow-burn
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A snapshot of the days before The Storm
A/N: Shout out to @azulamakesmeblank because this was partially inspired by this ask! As promised, a fluff chapter before the literal shit storm that’s about to take place in the story (butisitreallywhenyoureadthelastlineofthispromptwhat:’)) I hope you enjoy it! it’s kinda half edited dkfhgha I love you guys as always for your support and patience for this story! 💖💖💖💖
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You arrive at the front door a little too breathlessly in your haste. It should be embarrassing but blaming your increased pulse on your lack of fitness has your mind and, ironically, your heart resting easier than having to think that you're actually half-nervous and half-excited to see Jimin again.
Even though you literally saw him just yesterday.
You really need to pull yourself together better; you'd rather not have a repeat of pouring tomato sauce all over the counter because your hands got too shaky from Jimin watching you cook dinner (and after you insisted on him not needing to do anything too!)
You take in a fortifying breath, appearing to be squaring up to take the final stand in saving the world instead of simply seeing your boyfriend for what's essentially a stay-in dinner date. You punch in the pass code to the lock pad with practised ease, almost not giving enough time for the beep to chime as you push the door open.
“Jimin?” You call out in greeting once you toe off your shoes and slip on your pair of house slippers. Your eyes scan over the vast living room, spotting the head of raven locks peeking out from the end of the couch. Stepping closer, a smile sneaks its way onto your lips when you realize that he's most likely resting, given his lack of response. Quietly, you step into the kitchen area to set down your bags of grocery on the counter before you make your way to peer over the back of the seat. You're instantly smitten at what you see.
The sun is beginning to make its descent below the horizon, dying the clouds in an ombre of fiery oranges, pinks and reds against the remnants of soft pale blue sky. Thanks to the generous amount of window space the penthouse has, the golden glow easily washes over the interior of the living room and bathes everything with its light; Jimin being no exception.
It cascades over his skin like honey, high-lighting the bridge of his nose, the tops of his cheeks, and the shape of his cupid's bow. It makes his long lashes stand out so delicately and the equally dark strands of hair that falls gently over his forehead. Your fingers itch to sweep them away yet at the same time, you don't dare risk disturbing this sleeping beauty.
So unconsciously, you silently settle yourself on the top of the couch, resting your elbows on the cushion with your head propped up in your hand.
He looks so completely relaxed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other draped over his stomach. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbow, forearms toned and the first few buttons undone to expose a teasing view of his collarbones while black slacks hug his thighs perfectly (as per usual). If someone were to take a picture of him right now and slap on some big fashion name on it, you're pretty sure anyone who would see it would believe it to be a legit advertisement or a cover of a magazine.
Now that the thought has crossed your mind, temptation begins to rear its head. From the beginning, it's a no brainer what you imagine one would do given the opportunity of having a guardian demon that looks like the carbon copy of your favourite idol; do whatever you can to prevent said demon from stepping out into the world and risk slandering the actual person they're parading around as, or indulge in your wildest fantasies now that you have the means.
It's....a rather unique position to be in, with a plethora of mixed feelings to say the least.
After the initial shock of it wore off (which was really just taking three business day to process it all), you've come to the conclusion that this whole thing was, more than anything, weird. Some people might be able to turn a blind eye and though you're grateful that he had decided to look like Park Jimin from BTS, no matter how good of a disguise it was, it still doesn't change the fact that it's not Jimin.
You were grateful, but it made you a little resentful towards him.
With such a stark contrast, it's as if all of the good things you associated with that face had been sullied for something colder and unfeeling. You hated that he had chosen to use someone like Park Jimin – the perfect example of a good human being – to mask his much more sinister nature. You were sure it was part of some sick joke, and it felt...wrong.
Like you've lost part of a safe space in your world to the uglier side of the universe.
So in an attempt to preserve Jimin's good name in your heart, you were adamant in keeping your guardian demon at arms' length, hence why doing something as simple as taking a picture with him was out of the question. Not only would it not be in good faith, you can't begin to imagine what would happen if it got out to the world somehow.
And you succeeded....in the most unexpected way possible.
Maybe it was the deep rooted connection you had for Jimin, but there was always, without a doubt, a part of you that was soft to him. At first it had irked you, however over time, you realized it allowed for you to see another part of him that you wouldn't have otherwise. It made you open up to the idea that....he's not as bad as he seems.
You were afraid of losing a piece to your safe space when really, you ended up gaining an entirely new one instead, one that had become just as important.
So maybe that's why, as the longer you stared at Jimin (who's not Jimin but that doesn't mean he's worth anything less), the more you wanted to preserve this memory of him to keep for yourself. It's selfish you know, but things have changed, you've changed, and this is too good of a chance to pass up.
Your phone is out, hands steady as you pull up the camera and you want to laugh at how the image on your screen does no justice in capturing just how ethereal the sight before you is (of course it doesn't, should you really be surprised?) That doesn't stop your finger from tapping the snap button, because as they say, taking a picture lasts longer. The shot is satisfactory enough, getting him at an angle that show him from the waist up. You wonder if you can get another one, this time a little wider....
Well, you'll never know if you'd ever get the shot because your guardian demon chooses to wake up at that moment, locking piercing eyes with you through the phone. You immediately freeze.
There's a pause on his end before you see him pinpoint exactly what is going and a sly smirk tugs imperceptibly at the corner of his lips. “Cherub....” He greets, the low drawl sultry and irises pools of rich melted chocolate.
You gulp, straightening up while trying to inconspicuously put away your phone, a sheepish grin stretching across your face. “Rest well....?”
Jimin pretends to hum in deep thought, shifting so that he's facing more comfortably towards you. “For a good while yes....until my demon senses started tingling, telling me I was being watched. Should I be mildly concerned that you like watching me sleep?”
You scoff, “I don't always watch you sleep.”
“And you totally weren't snapping stalker photos of me.”
Your jaw drops, affronted but you don't go on to deny the claim. “Hey, calling them stalker photos is a stretch. And I'm just saying this because this was the only time I've ever – oof!”
Without warning, his hand had shot out to grab a hold of one of your wrist hanging over the back and with a strong tug, you fall face first onto his chest, an arm encircling you to keep you in place.
“Whatever you wanna call it, doesn't change that I'm still going to charge you for them.” You hear him playfully chastise above you. When you tilt your head up, you see him quirk an eyebrow at you expectantly. You blink, then roll your eyes, pretending to be inconvenienced by his stinginess, as if you're not ready to give him everything if he so much as breathes a word of it.
“Alright, what do you want?”
Jimin doesn't say anything in response, simply staring at you with those bottomless eyes, a smoulder simmering beneath their surface that it has you drowning in their depths. He watches you, unperturbed by your squirming (actually amuses in it) before you practically hear him purr, “What do you think I want?”
Your heart easily skips a beat (or more) and you're sure he can feel it beating frantically from your chest to his. While you're internally combusting, Jimin remains the picture definition of smug, free arm still propped behind his head the same time the other is wrapped around your waist, your face heating at the way you feel his thumb stroke at the strip of warm skin peeking out thanks to your shirt riding up a bit in the tumble.
He's actually infuriating, you think. Why's he gotta be so damn good at what he does?! You don't think he's even trying. Ugh, get it together, this is nothing new so it's not even a big deal! You can be cool about it too!
Giving yourself a chaotic pep talk apparently is what helps you find the courage to scooch up until you're able to land a chaste peck on the centre of his lips. Before you can fully withdraw, you already see the unimpressed look Jimin is shooting your way.
“I know you can do better than that.”
You puff, chewing on your lower lip into a pout; the deadpan in his voice makes you grumble at being called out, your neck and the tips of your ears burning now. Seeing you so flustered though, Jimin couldn't help but be endeared, then finally decide to ease up on the teasing he's been relentlessly subjecting you to. Slowly, he lowers the arm behind his head to gently take a hold on your chin, bringing your attention back to the adoring smile softening his features.
“Pretty cherub,” He coaxes, “Won't you give a little sweet treat for me?”
It takes everything in you to suppress the small whimper that wanted to jump out from the base of your throat at hearing those words. Whether it's teasing, cocky Jimin or loving, doting Jimin, you really aren't built to handle any of them at all, seemingly defaulting to a blushing mess no matter how hard you try be unfazed. Which is why after a moment of resigning to your fate, accepting that there was no point resisting when your heart and body have already betrayed you, do you close your eyes and give in wholeheartedly.
He welcomes you, carefully lets you mould your lips to his for a proper kiss and you helplessly melt against him. You don't think you can ever get used to the feeling but it's like Jimin doesn't mind one bit, pace unhurried to savour every press like it’s your first. Your mind becomes muddled the longer it goes on, and when you feel the swipe of his tongue, you're nearly gone. But as tempting as it is, you can't get too carried away here – you still have dinner to cook!
You allow yourself a few tantalizing licks before you part with great reluctance. Through hazy eyes you meet Jimin's, the little breath you have hitching from the sight of his swollen, moistened lips and dark brown irises now glowing a muted maroon, on the verge of igniting into full blown desire.
“Can't have you spoiling dinner so early.” You say, then embarrassingly avert your gaze at how your voice comes out raspy and thick.
You miss the way the corner of Jimin's mouth twitch, but catch the mischievous glint that's no doubt from mentioning the word 'dinner'. You put on your best scolding face, smacking his chest lightly in reprimand.
“No.”
“I didn't even say anything.” His incredulous retort is drowned out by the laugh he lets out with it, the sound has you struggling to maintain your 'serious' front.
“You were thinking it.”
“Are you sure it's not you projecting your own thoughts onto me?”
You humphed, about to turn away and get off your personal body pillow but Jimin's hold remains steadfast. He sneaks a quick kiss to your forehead once you settle back down again as a means to placate you, chuckling softly, “Okay, okay, I'll behave.”
You giggle lightly, cheeks pressed into his collarbone as you give an approving hum, cuddling even closer to his person and you both lapse into a comfortable silence, breaths in sync. Outside, the final rays of the setting sun disappears below the city's horizon, taking the warmth of the day along with it.
But you find no lack in that when you're lying here in his embrace, because whereas the sun comes and goes, yours remains unwavering.
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The Calm
And it’s this quiet moment that you cherish the most.
guardian demon!jimin x reader
genre: supernatural, romance, angst, slow-burn, comedy, fluff
word count: 7.5k
related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of: First Bite and A Small Death (M)
Warning: pillow talk so some suggestive content, but other wise fluffy and domestic af
A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAPPY HOLIDAYS!🎄🎁☃️ AM I TOO LATE FOR AN UPDATE?? LOLL It’s not necessarily Christmas themed but I had anticipated I could get this done at least by then to post so...does this count as a present? dkshg I’m so sorry it took so long 😩 the last few weeks got me feeling in some type of funk where sometimes i wanna do something and other times it’s just ‘i know i gotta do this thing but...i don’t wanna’ so please excuse if there’s any typos i might’ve not caught and if the chapter seems very stop and go sdfkjshg Once again, thank you guys so so SO much for your endless love and support for this fic and for your endless patience! Stay safe, take care and have a restful week!
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You feel yourself stirring back into consciousness, becoming more aware of the soft duvet covers that cocoon you. On an inhale, you pick up the smell of fresh linen with an undertone of warm peppermint and cedar. It's nice, soothing and you bury your nose further in it. But it's definitely not what your bed sheets smell like.
Slowly, your eyes flutter open, vision blurred from the deep slumber you were in and the dimness of the room until you blink to adjust yourself. Through the sliver of thin curtains, you see the still darkened night sky – an endless sea of midnight blue with only the faint golden glow of the city building lights dotting along its surface like makeshift stars. The moon is full tonight, shining brightly and casting its pale rays onto the floor and walls though occasionally, it shies away behind wispy clouds that drift by.
Growing more awake, you begin to notice other things besides the time of day, like how these microfibre sheets were especially soft against your body, caressing your skin as if you're wearing nothing at all.
....Oh, you really were wearing nothing at all.
You pause to think, trying to get the gears working in your head before the memories start to jog again.
You remember meeting Jungkook at that fancy lounge, he had given you the address to where your guardian demon was staying (more like hiding). You had marched up, banging on his door and demanding him to explain why the fuck he would hide something as important as attempting to transition to a guardian angel –
Your eyes widen, a sick surge of panic rushing from your gut and you might've given yourself whiplash in your haste to see the other side of the bed, only to sigh out quietly, your palpitating heart settling back to a calm, steady beat. Carefully, you roll yourself over, shuffling closer and finally letting yourself take him in, like Psyche laying eyes on Eros for the first time.
He sleeps so soundly, almost angelically and you resist the urge to snort at the irony of that thought, but with the way his dark raven locks are tousled, strands falling over his forehead, delicate lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks and his full pink lips that are parted slightly as the moonlight kisses every inch of smooth skin the sheets aren't covering, you swear he could fool anyone into believing it, even heaven themselves.
You can't help but to bring a hand up to sweep away the stray hairs, allowing you a better glimpse of him. It's the first time you've seen him this relaxed, any sort of tension no longer marring his elegant face, like for once he doesn't have to put on a strong front and the sight has you bewitched, wanting to take in as much as you can. When your fingers gently glide down his profile, you're surprised they come away a little warmer. In fact, the more you look, you think his complexion has improved, a healthier glow compared to when you first saw him. Is it your imagination? Or the trick of the light? You lift your head to try and get a better look.
You feel him stir before you can be sure of it and you're met with obsidian irises that seem to bore into your soul. There's a slightly dazed look in his eyes that has a fond smile tug at the corner of your lips as you settle back down again.
“Hi.” You whisper, as if afraid you'll break the peace of the night.
Recognition flits through his gaze at the sound of your voice and he mirrors your smile, breathing a soft sigh. He lifts the hand that was resting on his stomach to take hold of yours resting on his cheek.
“Hey.” It comes out deep and husky; still heavily laden with sleep and raspy from disuse. He turns so that he's facing you properly, thumb stroking the back of your hand before he places a kiss on your inner wrist. “Thought I was dreaming for a second...”
You let out what can only be described as a mix between a throaty laugh and a garble, a rather unattractive noise that has you pulling your hand back to cover your face in embarrassment, cheeks heating up further when your muffled voice comes out extremely hoarse and cracks if you so much as raise it.
“You can't say that when you were literally sleeping like a French girl waiting to be painted.”
He chuckles, not hesitating to pull you into his chest and sneaking another kiss to your forehead. You snuggle against him happily, throwing your arm across his stomach and pressing your own lips to his collarbone in return as he slips an arm under your head to use as a pillow.
“You're one to talk.” You hear him say above you before adding teasingly, “When you're not stealing all the blanket.”
You lightly push your knuckles at his jaw but there was no real force or seriousness behind the reprimand; just a case of your usual banters acting up. He retaliates by playfully snapping his teeth at your hand, as if to bite the fingers and you pull back, squealing and giggling.
“No biting!”
“So no biting I see...Duly noted then.”
Your mouth drops open, scandalized as your gaze whips up, only to find him barely containing a suggestive smirk at you.
“...I don't like what you're implying...” You say, eyes narrowing even though you find yourself subtly sinking lower in an attempt to hide the blush you feel rushing up your neck. He catches you all the same, tilting his head as the lazy smirk grows.
“Oh darling I only say to better please you. Although,” He pauses, slowly, purposefully leaning down closer to you, a gleam in his eyes that you swear made his dark eyes deepen into a devilish crimson for a split second.
“We'll probably have to work on that stamina – can't have you tapping out just after three orgasms.”
You choke, completely flustered at such brazen and lascivious words that sound far too honeyed than they should be, making the memories seem all the more vivid in your mind. Your entire body feels incredibly hot suddenly and not knowing what to do, you whine helplessly and attempt to roll away from him but he holds onto you, the sounds of his laughter tinkling in your ears.
“You're not getting any of this blanket for that now.” You pout, bunching and tugging the sheets to your chest more.
“I'm just teasing love, I couldn't help myself!” He giggles, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Forgive me?”
You let the silence drag out for a few seconds longer before you sneak a peek over, letting out a snort when you see him blinking big puppy dog eyes at you. You're biting back a smile as you turn to face him again.
“You're lucky you're cute.”
His eyes crease up as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking the soft skin. You lean into his touch, watching him affectionately until you see his expression dim to something more sombre.
“I really am sorry Y/N.” He confesses quietly, voice tinged with a heavy guilt as his fingers move to play distractedly with your hair, gently tucking the loose strands behind your ear or brushing them off your shoulder. “I'm sorry I kept this from you for as long as I did....”
You open your mouth to speak, but stop midway. You'd be lying if you said that you're not completely over being mad at him for what he did, however, the initial anger had more or less simmered to a heartache you can't quite shake. You feel him beginning to withdraw his touch, perhaps misreading your silence as reopening a tender wound but you bring a hand up to entangle your fingers with his, keeping them in place.
“I know you said you did it to protect me but,” The sigh you let out holds a lingering sadness, “I still wished you had told me...” You chastised, stern yet gentle as you lock a steady gaze on him. “You really had me worried and scared. I thought something happened to you...like...” You swallow and he squeezes your hand lightly in comfort. “Like the night I found you...in my room.”
He nods, solemnly conceding and his eyes drift away, reflecting in his thoughts.
“I'm sure you figured by now; that night was when I had came back from starting the transitioning process.” He rolls until he's lying on his back, staring aimlessly at the ceiling and you shuffle closer in his loosened hold, not wanting to be apart from his warmth, listening. “Usually not a big deal....but for a demon, it was dangerous.” A rueful chuckle. “To be honest, I still don't know how I even survived...”
Your heart clenches at the thought and you bite your lip, pushing down the lump that's growing.
“But ever since then, my body's been...off, and it only grew worse each day – to the point where using my powers for even the simplest things put a huge strain on me.” He inhales deeply, as if he's trying to breathe past the weight that's been sitting on his chest. “I felt so exhausted all the time; I thought at this rate, I wouldn't be able to do anything. I wouldn't be able to protect you from the misfortunes that follow me and if I couldn't do that much, it would be better for me to stay away, keep you from the dangers and...” You see his jaw stiffen before he directs his gaze to the side, face turned away from you. “Keep you from seeing me this way; helpless, weak.”
The last few words come out as if he loathes to admit them aloud, voice tight. You hear how frustrated he is with himself and you're quick to assuage those tumultuous thoughts, rising so that you hover above his form to cup his face in your hands until your eyes meet, pulling him from the abyss.
“I would rather be in danger than have you risk your life.” You say, softening when you continue, “I don't want to lose you....You mean so much to me. Please don't ever forget that.”
Dark eyes, much like the starless night sky outside the window, widen fractionally. You fight the blush threatening to bloom across your cheeks, realizing how ardent you might've sound but you speak honestly, even if your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your ribcage at any moment. You think it speeds up when you see his mouth tug into a small smile and he leans up to brush his nose against yours tenderly, winding one arm around your waist to press you even closer to his body, half lying on top of him.
“I never would've thought in my lifetime I would find someone like you cherub.” He says in disbelief, free hand coming up to bury into the locks of your hair, palm resting on the back of your neck. “I've done nothing to deserve you.”
“Well, you're just gonna have to accept it.” You answer, planting a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “Because I'm not going anywhere.” You punctuate each word with a kiss to the apple's of his cheeks, forehead, over the lids of his eyes, and finally on pillowy soft lips. You can't help but linger there a little longer. When you pull away, it's to take in his visage, eyes travelling over his form before something catches your attention.
At first, you didn't recognize it; the blemish appearing more or less like a birthmark, however, you see the size it takes up on the left side of his chest and it's then you realize that it was the tattoo you had seen, only this time it appeared to be so much more faded, and in some places, the inky lines have disappeared altogether. You frown, troubled at having not noticed until now...or perhaps from the fact that you had entirely missed it because it was barely there anymore, you're not sure.
“I'm guessing this is because of the process too?” You ask, thoughtlessly tracing the pads of your fingers over what's left of the mark. He hums, the sound rumbling beneath your palm as his larger hand encompasses yours, holding it in place and you feel the steady beating of his heart.
“I'm not surprised, it's the mark of a demon after all.” He explains, none too bothered and lightly shrugging at that. When the hard line of your lips doesn't let up, he chuckles, reaching up to poke your cheek. “It's just a mark cherub, nothing serious. It's meant to distinguish our kind because of our ability to take on any human appearances.”
Still, you don't like how it's another glaringly obvious sign that your guardian demon's health is deteriorating, an unwanted byproduct to add to the pile that does nothing but taunt you. It has your thoughts straying back to the idea that you had your mind set on. You're very tempted to bring it up; wanting to desperately tell him that you might've found another way, that he doesn't need to endure any more pain or sacrifices for your sake, that for once, maybe you can do something for him after all he's done for you.
“Cherub?”
The soft call brings you back, eyes refocusing on the demon who blinks up at you curiously with the faintest hints of concern etched across his deceivingly delicate features. At the sight, you feel yourself melting, endeared and suddenly you can't bear to ruin this sweet moment with another heavy topic – you both had just came to terms and settled the whole guardian angel thing after all.
You'll tell him later, right now you'd rather be making up the lost time you could've had kissing and snuggling him.
So in the end, it gets pushed to the very back of your mind and you redirect to something else, “Sorry, I was just thinking about what you said; how demons can take on any human appearances. I'll admit, your Jimin look is impressive.”
You see him take pause, no doubt trying to process the flitting thought that has just passed before ultimately, he chooses to let it slide and allows you to pull him into your playful antics. The smug smirk that makes its way onto his lips has a coquettish one sneaking onto your own. “But,” you almost laugh at how fast he falters at the single word and your smile grows more and more teasing. “I'm afraid you got sloppy, with or without your mark I could easily tell you weren't actually Jimin.”
He scoffs, looking thoroughly affronted by your claims. “How? I think my look is pretty spot on.”
You hum, propping up a little more so that you can brush the dark strands of hair on his forehead with the tips of your finger. “True....But you could say almost too perfect. See, Jimin has a beauty mark here.” You gently tap on a spot just above his left brow and you giggle when the skin wrinkles up in his effort to follow your movement attentively. “And here...” Your finger lowers to the edge of his collarbone. “And one on the back of his neck. You only managed to get the one on his cheek right.”
The indignant grunt he makes lets you know he's pouting without you even having to look.
“His teeth aren't perfectly straight like yours either – one of his front tooth is slightly crooked.”
“...I do hope your interest in teeth won't go beyond that...”
You smack his chest lightly, kissing your teeth but otherwise make no further comment. “I think the last thing that gave you away is your choice in piercings...” You point out, brushing your thumb against the sensitive shell of his ear where the helix stud sits. “Jimin doesn't have this one anymore.”
“A shame really...” You hear the demon murmur and your eyebrows quirk, barely catching the way he swallows thickly, eyes darting off to the side.
You blink, wondering if you've made him self-conscious or uncomfortable in any way but little do you know, the demon is only relieved you hadn't noticed the goosebumps that have erupted over his arm at your innocent touch.
“You're right, and that's why I like it – the helix piercing.” You continue, smiling gently. “And everything else you missed. It's like your own kind of imperfections and preferences...it just proves that you're you, and not Jimin.”
You can't help letting your voice tether off into something much softer for the quiet confession hidden in those last few words.
You're the one I love.
Your stomach flutters with butterflies at the foreign feeling, shrinking in on yourself out of shyness and you know you really shouldn't be, but you're also nervous; for what you're not even entirely sure. Mentally, you scold yourself – you must seem like such a weird, emotional mess of a human being to him.
The rumbling vibrations of his chuckle catches your attention, as does the palm of his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
“Well, I'm glad that you're the one to differentiate the two of us.”
He doesn't need to say anything else because from the fond look in his eyes and the tender dulcet tone of his voice, you see and hear his unspoken response, how much it means to him.
Thank you for loving me, for me.
Your heart swells unbelievably in size that you're actually left a little breathless. The butterflies are going crazy now and so overwhelmed by your emotions but not knowing how to express them adequately, you bury your face into his neck and squeeze a tight hug into him. You get a breathy laugh in response and feel his strong arms squeezing you right back, his mouth pressing into the crown of your head. You stay like that for a while, simply taking in the scent that is so uniquely his. It never fails to relax every nerve in your body, and coupled with the rhythmic stroking of his hand through your hair, you find yourself struggling to blink away the heaviness that's starting to fall over your lids.
Your lips move in a drowsy mumble, sluggishly forming the beginnings of his name but then stopping abruptly. Lifting your head so that you can look at him, you're suddenly wide eyed with the realization.
“I should probably stop calling you 'Jimin' then huh?”
Obsidian eyes blink down at you, amusement shining in their depths for the way you seem so pressed about the issue, like you had offended him to the highest degree. Your chest moves in sync with the deep inhale he takes, watching as he languidly lifts his arm to tuck it behind his head, his expression shifting to something a little more pensive before he seems to reach a conclusion.
“As much as I appreciate the sentiment cherub, I think it's safer if you still continue to. When I said there is power to a name, I didn't mean so lightly. A demon can be overpowered or even banished should their true name be known; be it by a medium, an exorcist or –“
“An angel.”
The words slips out unconsciously in a small whisper, like you're afraid to speak it into existence.
“...Yes, especially angels.” He answers you like he was the bearer of bad news, only you knew that much already. You might not be an expert, but you think it's pretty basic knowledge that demons (and by proxy, other kinds of dark entities) can be expelled in some form or another – your past jokes and gibes at your own guardian demon were proof of that matter alone.
However, now you've been hit in the face with just how volatile that reality is; and all it would take is uttering his name to the wrong person.
“I won't let that happen.”
It's a promise, a vow; one you'll be damned if you broke. He smiles, endeared at your unwavering display of determination.
“I know you won't love, but regardless, if you ever find yourself in danger don't hesitate to call my name.”
Your brows furrow in protest. “But that's too –”
“No buts Y/N.” He gently reprimands you, curling a finger under your chin so that your eyes lock onto the firm gaze he fixes you with. “As your guardian; your safety is still and will always remain my priority.”
There's a finality with the statement that lets you know that no amount of arguing will change his mind on that and your mouth reluctantly falls shut. At your conflicted and crestfallen look, he softens.
“Hey.”
You perk up slightly and feel the featherlight brushes of his finger against the roundness of your cheek, a small placating gesture.
“Don't worry too much on it cherub, just something I want you to keep in mind yeah?”
You want to weakly retort that it's too late for that, mind already running amok with worse case scenarios. You don't get too far into it however, as fatigue rolls over you like a powerful wave, overtaking you in the form of a giant yawn that you struggle to stifle; the force of it has your whole body shuddering.
“We should really stop meeting like this, I'm afraid it's finally taking a toll on you.”
The disgruntled noise you let out gets muffled in with the last remnants of the tired exhale. You don't truly understand what he means until you blink away the tears, catching sight of a sleek digital clock sitting on the night stand, and squinting, you see the numbers illuminating in green reads 4:45AM.
You groan and feel as if whatever remaining energy you had is drained after knowing the time. Shutting your eyes, your body sags completely, half-draped unceremoniously over the firm body of your demon.
“Now, now princess, you'll regret falling asleep like this when you wake up.” You hear him tut before you feel yourself be moved, rolled to your side so that you lie properly on the mattress. You whine, was perfectly contented where you were but settle once you feel arms wrap itself around your waist, pulling you close and your face is once again buried perfectly into the crook of his neck, head resting on the pillow.
The calming scent of him along with his warmth and the plush covers cocooning you easily allows for sleep to pull at your lids once more, your own arms instinctively curling around him.
“Good?”
You hum, sighing out as your worries slowly muddle together into nothing more than a heavy fog and when he starts to run his fingers through your hair again, you're practically mush.
“...You never answered my question...” You murmur thoughtlessly, like a subconscious, knee jerk reaction born from a last minute need for some peace of mind before you finally succumb to the rapidly growing fatigue. His hand stills momentarily, and you're not sure if it's because he had barely made out your slurred words or if it's to recall the memory. There's a lapse in silence, how long you're not even sure at this point as you feel yourself drifting in and out of being awake, but then you hear it – sweet and wistful.
“...For as long as I'm yours, I'll stay.”
-
The next time you wake, it is to a warmth that you quickly find wasn't the kind you expected nor want. The soft rays of the sun easily pierces through the chiffon curtains that drape over the floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom, bathing the space in a golden haze and while often times, it leaves for an impressive view of the vast cityscape below, you're not entirely appreciative of the exposure it gives you now. Not only did it disrupt you from your peaceful slumber, it does little to hide the coolness you feel from the empty space beside you.
You sit up with a start, still dazed and stay there for a good minute, squinting through the light that's way too bright the same time trying to kickstart your mind into gear – you never were the best person to wake up, it took you forever to get yourself together. Eventually, your eyes begin to take in what's around you, the dark grey sheets that pool around your waist and finally getting a good look at the interior of the room.
It's ridiculously spacious, as is the bed you're sitting in, even from what little you had seen initially amidst the dim lighting along with the flurry of heightened emotions and passion. In fact, it looks a lot like a snapshot right out of a luxury home interior decorating magazine if you're going to be honest.
Off the bat, you can tell the colour scheme was mainly dark greys, creams, and blacks, accented by the same deep mahogany wood of the front door. It was also decorated simply with minimalistic styled furnishing. Aside from the low laying king sized bed, with its taupe coloured upholstered frame, a dresser sits across from you and in the far corner facing the large windows was a singular lounge chair with a small coffee table situated in front.
Turning your head, you see matching night tables, both with identical geometric lamps but one had the clock you spotted earlier, the time now reading 2:16PM. To your left, you notice a doorway situated perpendicular to the large windows in one corner of the room while to the right of you, there was another door and just ahead to the right was another. Immediately, you guess that these lead off to one of three places; a bathroom, a closet or the main hall leading out to the rest of the penthouse.
A shiver passes through you, causing you to momentarily shrink in on yourself and reminding you that you're still very much nude. Self-consciously, you tug the blankets around you back up once more, wearing it as a makeshift cape as you continue to glance around the room, now with more awake eyes. It's then that you finally notice your neatly folded clothes laying on the black cushioned bench at the end of the bed, and sitting just beside that pile was a plain black robe and towels. The rush of air through your nose barely concealed the quiet giggle seeping through – so sweet of him.
You should probably shower, you think. Though surprisingly, you don't feel as grimy as you would have thought but still, it'd be refreshing. You lean over until your hand reaches the robe, already loving the extremely plush softness you feel under your fingertips. It feels even better once you shrug it on, securing the sash around your waist and you honestly think you can fall right back asleep in it. A tempting idea, but you have more pressing matters. Niggling at the back of your mind, a part of you wanted to find your guardian demon first, to check up on him in the same manner he'd so carefully demonstrated upon your waking and confirm your comfort wasn't at the expense of his health. Plus – and even as you admit this, your heart traitorously flutters – you miss him.
You shuffle to the edge of the bed until you're able to swing your legs over, letting the soles of your feet touch the cream carpeting before you haul yourself up. You sharply inhale, halting in your steps at the popping of joints and a dull ache, the latter catching you off guard (and causing a mad rush of heat to your face) that you had to take a moment before tentatively continuing to the door farthest from you.
Just as your hand brushes the handle, your hair falls over your face and without thinking, you sweep it away but the motion makes you pause abruptly. Slowly, your mind jogs back up to speed, your fingers combing through the messy locks in an attempt to smooth it out and suddenly you need a mirror. Actually, never mind a mirror, you probably should at least brush your teeth before heading out so recklessly!
Shamefaced, you change course, heading straight to the door you guessed was the en suite bathroom. The moment you opened the door, you're immediately taken aback. Much like the bedroom, the bathroom was quite big and so cleanly decorated with wide windows that take up one wall, offering whoever that was soaking in the Jacuzzi bathtub the same expansive view as the bedroom. Aside from the tub, there was also a glass shower stall big enough to fit at least four people at once despite having a bench inside, the stone marble matching in colour with the twin sink counter and cool grey tiles.
It takes you a moment to compose yourself again from being awestruck with the excessive bathroom and after much careful rifling in the medicine cabinet, you find a spare toothbrush and a travel sized toothpaste pack.
Teeth brushed and a little bit more refreshed from a splash of water to your face, you finally poke your head out of the door your had initially set your sights on. You find your previous suspicions correct as laid out before you was a hallway, the walls a warm cream beige colour that matched the carpet that continued outside the bedroom and any doors were of the same mahogany wood. It wasn't fairly long as you see just not far ahead, the carpeting stops at a threshold of sorts and leads off to another open space with dark granite flooring. Immediately, you're drawn out without hesitation because from the small glimpse alone, your eyes were already bugging out of your head.
So by the time you actually reached the end, you swear your jaw just about dropped off its hinges. The space you stumbled into was a living room, the size alone you think equalled to your kitchen, living room and bedroom, with its high ceilings, so tall that there's room to hang an equally large linear chandelier without appearing claustrophobic (in fact, the lighting fixture itself looked as if it could pass off as an expensive art installation) and if you had thought the view in the bedroom was extreme, you've been proven sorely wrong.
One side of the room is entirely made up of floor to ceiling windows, making the view even more vast with nothing obstructing it that if you had peered over, you would believed you were simply floating on a cloud in the sky, truly suspended in mid-air. Mounted on the wall adjacent to the panel of large glass was a sleek, electric fireplace, the flames dancing over small, white pebbled stones rather than wood and at the centre were long velvet couches surrounding a simple wood coffee table, all encircled by a lush white fur rug.
What's more, the other thing that had caught your attention was the set of floating stairs that lead up to another level of the penthouse – leading to what you're not sure. With your eyes so busily roaming about the entire area, you had failed to notice the person you've initially set out to look for until the very last moment, finally spotting his figure ahead in the kitchen situated under the large landing of the stairs. His back was turned towards you so all you saw was his tousled raven locks, the faint twinkling of his silver chained earrings and a loose fitting white tunic. Automatically, you smile, your heart easing and suddenly the splendour of this luxurious penthouse means nothing to you.
Despite your approach being fairly quiet, you knew it was no match for the heightened senses of a demon and without surprise, you see him turn his head slightly to acknowledge your presence just as you reach the island counter separating you from him.
“Slept well cherub?” He asks with a charming quirk of his lips.
You seat yourself on the breakfast stool, propping your arm on top of the marble counter top and hum, pretending to think.
“For Egyptian cotton, it wasn't too bad I guess.”
You get a chuckle from him before he turns his attention back to what's in front of him, and it's then that you smell the cooking of eggs and bacon. Instantly, your stomach gurgles, demanding to be fed and your cheeks colour at the loud sound it made. There's no way the demon in front of you could've missed it, even if he didn't have supernatural hearing. So as if prompted, he lifted the sizzling pan and dispensed its contents onto a pristine white plate sitting beside the stove, just as the toaster pinged.
You watch him take the single slice between his fingers before he faces you once more, presenting you a plate of creamy scrambled eggs, strips of crispy bacon and perfectly golden toast on the side.
“Sorry if it's a little lacking. I've found that throughout the years, I don't have a good grasp of flavours humans enjoy.” He apologizes. “Eggs and bacon are the few dishes you can't really go wrong with.”
You suppress the snort, accepting the plate gratefully nonetheless and not minding his forewarning – it made sense after all so you assured, “Hey, at least it looks edible and cooked well; already better than my own scrambled eggs and bacon.”
The smile he gives you makes his eyes crease into crescent moons, his cheeks rounding with a glimmer of mirth that makes him appear very boyish. He hands you a silver fork pulled from one of the drawers.
“Very sweet of you cherub.”
Your eyes squint and your cheeks puff up from the force of the exaggerated, syrupy sweet smile you give him, wiggling in your seat like a cheeky five year old as you lift your hand to take the utensil. You miss the crooked stretch of his lips so before you could close around the fork, he pulls it out of reach and lightly bonks the back of your hand with it. The shock of the metal hitting your knuckle jolts you and your eyes snap open in an instant, mouth open.
“Jimin!” You say, aghast but the sound is more or less void of any real offence as you act out cradling your 'injured' hand.
All he does is bark a single laugh and gesture to the fork for you to take again. “Eat up, food's getting cold.”
Not like you needed to be told twice, if not by Jimin then the sounds of your growling stomach. You gratefully begin to chew on the eggs and bacon (albeit they were on the bland side, but food is food and you ate happily). Meanwhile, Jimin busies himself making a cup of tea for you after he had asked your preferences and as he does, you both chatted, mainly about this apartment you didn't know he had.
“I rarely have any use for these places because I never really stay for long.” Jimin explains casually, sliding you a steaming mug as you finish your last bit of toast. “I use them if I have time or if I just want some place quiet to relax and not be disturbed.”
“Then what's the point of having a place so big?” You ask, exchanging your empty plate for the mug, wrapping it up in your hands to warm your palms.
He props up an elbow, leaning on the counter with a cheek resting in one palm and shrugs. “I can't deny I like nice things but in the end, it doesn't have any real value to me.” Here, a sly smile makes his way onto those pillowy soft lips. “You can have it if you want.”
The sentence nearly makes you spit out the tea you had so meticulously been blowing on and you cough, stammering, “I-It's fine! Don't joke like that!”
“I wasn't joking, I was being serious.”
The way Jimin said it was so matter of fact that you could only blink in disbelief. After much floundering, you clear your throat, bringing up the mug closer to your face in hopes of shielding the heat that's spreading over your cheeks. “Still, there's no need. I can't possibly take your house.”
The demon in front of you puffs a chortle, still looking as carefree on the matter as ever, “If you ever change your mind, let me know.”
You grunt bemusedly, mumbling about how you wouldn't even know what to do with a place so big, before taking a slow sip of your tea, humming lightly at the warming feeling and the pleasant taste. Jimin watches you quietly, a content smile on his face. You try to seem unbothered but evidently, the effects of your newly blossomed relationship with him has yet to calm down and so, your heart fluttered in your chest incessantly the moment you locked gazes with those irises, dark as night that seem to only shine on you.
Suddenly, you find yourself in a paradox – while you feel like you're struggling to maintain eye contact with Jimin, no matter how much your eyes flit and wander aimlessly, in the end you're drawn back to him anyways. Rather shameless you think, but confidently, you could at least say that you can't be blamed.
You're not sure if it's the sun's rays, so freely beaming into the room from those large windows, or it's just Jimin, but he seems to emit an unexplained ethereal glow. Gone was the ashen paleness that had made his skin appear almost translucent, his complexion radiates a warm honeyed suppleness that you've missed seeing on him because with it, he looked so much livelier.
Wait.
Now that nothing is hindering your sights, you see clearly that any ailments on his features have been significantly reduced. The purplish dark circles that had clung under his eyes are gone, his cheeks don't seem to be so sunken in and even his raven black hair, tousled effortlessly, had a wonderful sheen as it fell in thick waves over his forehead.
It's with without a doubt, this Jimin in front of you right now really was indeed healthier.
Unconsciously you find your hand reaching out to his face as if wanting to confirm physically that this was no illusion or dream, making Jimin blink in surprise before he gently catches your hand mid-way.
“Something wrong cherub?”
“It's just,” You start, fingers automatically clasping in his hold and you absentmindedly think how soft and warm his hands were. “How are you feeling?”
The sudden question must've caught Jimin a little off guard so after a second of serious considerations, he replies, “I feel...pretty good?”
“You look pretty good too.” The words slip right out before you realized it but once you do, you pull your hand back hastily, flustered as you rambled. “Not that you don't always look good! Because you do! Because you know, you're a demon, master of disguises and all that, and you've even got on arguably one of the best looking faces on the planet so what I meant was you don't look like a ghost that's been dead for centuries anymore instead of a demon like you're supposed to be!”
Jimin, of course, didn't really bother to hide the toothy grin that's forming yet very graciously still moved the subject along in fear that you would pass out. “You do have a point – as you've seen and have been told, the effects of the transition were obvious on me. But,” He lifts up a hand to eye level, spreading his fingers and flipping it this way and that. “I...really do feel fine. Much better than I have for days.” The last admittance has his shapely brows furrowing, as if he couldn't believe it himself once he's said it aloud.
“Is there any sort of explanation for this?” You ask.
Then, after some pondering, he slowly let his hand fall to his side and hummed, “There are...a few number of possibilities I can think of. The most likely one is that unconsciously, I might've taken some energy from you.”
“Taken from me? When did – oh...” It clicked just as the sentence was coming out and instantly your face flushes, eyes wide. Jimin's brow rose, his lips twitching imperceptibly at the corner and you rush, clearing your throat to cover up. “I thought that was like....a specific ability you needed to have, unless you mean to tell me you're an incubus...”
Jimin snorts, bringing a fist up to cover his mouth before he said, “No cherub, I'm not. All demons possess this ability to a certain degree but most usually lean towards certain affinities. Unless you're specifically an incubus, there are other way demons can gain sustenance or a source for their power other than taking energy directly from humans.”
At such news, your own brows raise in curiousity and you can't help but to ask. “Then what do you usually use?”
“Oh the usual; fear, invoking murderous intent, enticing those into depravity.” Jimin lightly lists off, as if he's talking about hobbies he likes to do on a lazy Sunday.
“Hah....” You shouldn't be so surprised. “Well, either way, as long as you're feeling better.”
Jimin hums noncommittally, distractedly reaching out to tuck a strand of fallen hair behind your ear and though his face is mostly impassive, you get the feeling that he was still deeply mulling over this. But the pensive look soon disappears, his eyes going slightly hooded as something else had caught his attention, his focus going to a place on your neck. You felt the hand brushing your hair come to a slow too and shivered when the pads lightly graze the skin there, trailing a path downwards before stopping.
“What a mess I've made.” The low rumbling murmur has your breath involuntarily hitching and your chin automatically tilts down to see what he was referring to. With his prodding, the collar of your robe had been pushed open to reveal the purplish colouring that mottled the surface of the skin along your collarbone and already without needing to see the full extent of the bruising, you know your neck is covered with them.
It was honestly something you hadn't thought about until it's been pointed out so the moment actually caught you off guard and in your stupor, you can only half coherently say, “Not like it hurts or anything...”
When his fingers draw the robe back a little further to get a clearer look, he unwittingly stumbles into another rather troubling thing.
“You're not dressed.”
“...Well, I was gonna shower....” You mumble, letting your eyes drift off from embarrassment. You hear Jimin breathe out a snicker.
“Dirty girl.”
You narrow your gaze back at him, pouting your lips. “Why don't you show me how to work your fancy expensive shower then.”
He laughs. “It's just a bunch of knobs cherub, how hard can it be?”
“Do you even shower?” You ask back accusingly, hands coming up to rest on your hips.
At that, he cocks his head, stepping back with arms crossed and almost haughtily, “I do, in fact, I already did shower this morning. I'm a little offended you would accuse me of having poor hygiene.”
You copy his pose and sniff, “Sure could've fooled me.”
It's obvious what a lie that was because out of the two of you, anyone could tell with one glance which one is likely to smell more like vanilla and peaches (not you), but you can't help making it a habit to poke the tiger when it's asleep.
Sure enough, Jimin's mouth drops open, looking at you incredulously and an actual hint of mild offence. Then he puffs out a scoff, lips quirking up at the corner and suddenly you don't like that glint in his eyes. In a frighteningly calm manner, Jimin lowers his arms and then smiled serenely, only it came off more creepy than reassuring.
“Y/N ~ ....” He singsongs and as if the impending danger has heightened your senses, you see him subtly shift his weight and it's all you need to whip around and take off running, squealing as you go. Probably not the greatest idea since how the hell do you expect to outrun a demon but when you heard the sounds of his jovial laughing right behind you, you think at least some good came out of it.
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