demons can be innocent? ;

And here you were. Running from a god darn hippopotamus. "Come here," the red ball growled loudly, stretching out his hands to reach for you.

A soft shriek left your lips as you barely managed to dodge it. His nails were cut unevenly and were yellowish coloured. The sight made you gag.

You've been running in circles around the lounge, dodging tables, chairs, and food. You even tried to use them as barriers.

"Follow my lead," the fluff ball muttered, grabbing your arm as he came to an abrupt stop. What was he going to do?

The monster stops too, confused at your sudden actions. Reverse psychology? Was that what he was attempting to try? "What's your name?"

Jimin questions the demon.

It furrows its eyebrows, eyeing both of you. Suspicion was written all over his face. "Why?" he roared. His voice was loud, deafening. You could tell he was trying to be nice, though. If you were back on earth, you would've thought that the demon was fuming within.

He sounded like someone you knew.

"Wanna be friends?" Jimin grins cheekily, lips curved upwards into a half-moon. The demon narrowed his eyes at him. His lips dragged downwards, a muffled growl rumbling within him. His stomach gurgled, as if to say no I don't, I want to eat you.

His mouth opened. You thought he was about to snarl at Jimin, yelling for backup. However, his face brightens up, eyes forming crescents, the corner of his lips tugged upwards. In a way, he resembled Jimin.

"Heck yeah!" he giggled like a teenage girl. Extending his hand, he speaks in a cheerful voice, "Nice to meet you both, I'm Kang Min Hyun."

Jimin shook his hand, then signals for you to do the same. Gulping, you shook the demon's hand. You are definitely not coming back here after this visit. If you did, you'd bring gloves and a suit.

Some parts of his hand had its skin peeled off. There were small chunks of cookie crumbs on his hand, and a fly landed on it, before flying away.

You wanted to gag. Dunking that feeling out of the window, you look his hand. "Hi." you squeak out, forcing a smile. Jimin just laughs.

You wondered how he looked so neat and tidy. When he had first met you, he was wearing a pair of denim jeans, and a hoodie.

He was always wearing a hoodie. A pair of jeans or shorts would always accompany them. Today, he was wearing an orange-coloured hoodie with grey sleeves.

How did he manage to find these clothes? No, wait, how did his skin seem so silky and soft? Everything, everyone from down here was unkempt, soaked in blood, and had tattered shirts.

"Kang Min Hyun," Jimin echos, a smug grin tugged at his lips. "That's not the owner of the card," he points to the card that's on the table, the one the demon used to enter.

It... wasn't his? Min Hyun got onto his knees, hands clasped together above his head. Jimin shot you a wink. He mouthed 'that's how you get it done'.

You snorted, eyeing the kneeling male. "Please spare me, satan's minion. I will do anything, please don't report me to the council." He rubbed his hands together, begging Jimin.

"Anything?" Jimin's eyebrows raised higher as he locked eyes with you. You grinned, "Help us bail a ghost out," You said, adrenaline ran through your veins. You didn't need the other ghost anymore.

This was about to get interesting.

"W-what? I can't do that!" he protested, emotions filling his dark red orbs. "Then," Jimin paused, taking big strides towards the table. "I guess it'll be okay if I just-"

"NO!" the demon grunts, grabbing Jimin by the ankle. Jimin trips, landing face flat onto the floor. Laughter erupted within you. You could feel the humiliation radiating around Jimin.

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." the demon pouts, innocence taking over his once agitated face. You laughed harder, oh gosh. The demon was like a five-year-old child that did something wrong and made another mistake while trying to apologise.

And Jimin looked like his dad, trying to control himself, and hold in the anger that's boiling in his blood. Jimin stood up, dusting off the crumbs that stuck to his shirt.

"Are you going to do it?" his voice was a little more strained, and his brows were pulled together in frustration.

He was so close to losing it.

"Y-yes, I will sir." The demon hung his head in shame. It was as if you were watching a drama. Jimin's gaze travels to your shaking figure, frowning at the squeaks that escaped your lips.

"What's so funny, tiny durian?" Jimin asked, crossing his arms. That was a hella huge turnoff. You stopped laughing, a small pout formed on your lips.

Tiny durian? He was the tiny one, tiny fingers, tiny face, tiny leg, he was just tiny.

"You're the tiny one, you asshat." you retorted, walking up to the tables to grab a piece of chiffon cake. "The only tiny one here is you," he shrugged his shoulders, extending his hand towards the demon.

He helps him up to his feet, sighing as the demon immediately headed for the snacks. Jimin's forgiveness seemed to cheer him up.

"So," you spoke, crumbs falling from your mouth as you stuffed another cake inside. Jimin shook his head as he walked towards you. "whotzs dhie pwain?" You mumbled, reaching out for another piece.

You never realised all this excitement distracted you from your furious stomach, that didn't stop grumbling until you picked up your fourth piece. Jimin laughed, "The plan?" he echoed, lifting his hand.

"It can only be carried out when we bail Jungkook out," he answered. "Then let's get him out," you swallowed, wincing as a whole chunk of cake made its way down your gullet.

Water.

You needed water.

Before you could move, Jimin placed his hand on your cheeks, causing you to freeze in your spot. What was he doing?

Jimin's thumb caresses your cheek as the other four lays on your skin. Slowly but surely, his thumb made its way to the corner of your lips.

It pressed down on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Were you always that sensitive? Other than Jimin's thumb, you could feel something pressing against your cheek.

His finger drags the thing across your skin. Your eyes never once left his face. He was so focused on wiping your cheek that he didn't realise you were analysing the emotions that hide behind those silver eyes of his.

A sudden coldness rushes through you as Jimin removed his hand from your face, bringing it up to his lips. He sucked his thumb, looking at it, then at you.

The silver colour in his eyes flashed blue.

It went as fast as it came.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You needed to visit a doctor when you return to earth. "There were crumbs," Jimin murmurs, adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.

"Why are you guys being so weird?" the innocent demon shouts, mouth filled with a mixture of cookies, frosting, cakes, and biscuits.

"It's nothing," Jimin answered back without hesitating. For some reason, it felt as if you were a participant on a magic show. Those type of magic shows, where the participant gets chained up onto a spinning wheel, and the magician throws knives at them.

Instead of missing, every knife went through your heart.