jin ;

The red-headed male pushes open the door and the three of them rushed in. Jungkook screamed, deep and loud voice reverberating in the air. Jimin, too, yelled as he rushed in, pulling you with him.

Five red demons turn their head to the source of the sound. Two of them had pitchforks in their hands, while the others had tasers. "BABA DA WO!" Jimin shrieks, lunging himself at the demon. You burst out laughing, tears slipping out of your eyes.

To your surprise, the boys weren't using the weapon to hit the demons. They dunked the pots and pans over the red-faced supernaturals, then they used the metal spoon to knock on the metal pot, swinging the spoon as hard as they can.

Hoseok danced towards a purple-faced demon, smashing the pot over the poor demon's head, smashing the spoon onto the side of the cooking utensil. Jungkook ran towards a black-faced demon, shrieking out, "we mon lei no mien bao,"

The young male jumped onto the demon, wrapping his arms around the male's neck. He was back hugging the demon, slamming the pan over his head. Then, he swung the metal spoon hard. It collided with the pan, causing it to make a kong sound.

Jimin screeched a few incoherent words before lifting himself high up from the floor. He had jumped, legs hanging mid-air as he landed on a demon's shoulders. He then repeated the motions that Jungkook and Hoseok had done.

Hoseok and Jungkook took out the other two, and in a few seconds, all five demons were passed out on the floor.

"How?" you questioned, taking a step closer towards the unconscious green-faced demon. Jimin just shrugs, "I'm amazing, aren't I? Will you date me now?" he grins sweetly, placing his hands on his cheek, hands forming a 'Y' shape. It reminded you of the time both of you had met.

"You idiot, shut your ass," Hoseok exclaims, smacking the back of Jimin's head. Jimin's head jerks forward, causing you to wince. That must've hurt. Whining, the boy rubs his head. "My ass can't be shut," he retaliates.

Hoseok ignores him, turning to look at you. "Demons are not immune to everything. They are claustrophobic, and hate loud noises," he tells you. You nod your head in acknowledgment, turning around to take a look at this place.

There were two walls at the side, that were angled in a way the ends of the walls were turning towards each other. At the end, a small opening was revealed. Jimin look your hands in his as you walked towards the entrance. "Sure you want to do this? It's not going to look good." He pursed his lips, creases of worry formed on his forehead.

"I'm good," you reassure him, clutching your hands tightly in his. You got this.

Walking in, you realised that it was full of blood and it reeked of blood. The walls were lava orange in colour, walls sputtered with blots of red blood. Jungkook was ahead of you three, lips slightly parted as he concentrated on his surroundings. There were pots and pans in the room.

Pots and pans the size of giants. They were a hundred times larger than the ones that you had used to attack the demons. Shockingly, there weren't any other demons other than those five. "What's in those pots?" you whispered, chills running up and down your spine.

"Children's head, body, hands, legs." Hoseok answers, walking up to you. What? "W-why?" you stuttered, an overwhelming feeling of nauseousness, disgust, and anger swam past you. "It's not our story to tell," Jimin whispered, clasping your hands tighter.

"JIN!" a loud yell attracted your attention. Another high-pitched cry followed. "They must've found each other," Hoseok snickers. "The dynamic, chaotic duo," Jimin shook his head, letting out a soft laugh.

The room was like those creepy Japanese onsen rooms. It was like a circle. There was a huge cylinder-like wall in the middle of the room, causing your view of Jungkook and Jin to be blocked. Jungkook emerges behind the wall in a headlock position.

A muscular, bloodied hand was strangling him. Another hand was ruffling his hair. The man with pink hair walks out with him, a wide grin plastered on his face. Your jaw dropped to the ground.

Were all of Jimin's friend's faces crafted by the greek gods?

He had the most symmetric and proportional face you've ever seen. His eyes were like the sky. It was bright and twinkly. Its colour was a mix of brown and black. He had plump, red lips. They looked like they were as soft as the clouds.

"Oh? Jimin! Hoseok!" Jin squeals, losing his hold on Jungkook. The male dashes towards Jimin and Hoseok, bodies clashing with each other as they hugged. "God, I missed you both. I see our little pig's plan worked," Jin exclaimed, grinning slightly.

"Jinnn," Jimin whines, bottom lip puckered out as his eyebrows pulled together. You laughed, already having a liking for this man. "And who's this beautiful lady?" Jin's chin tilts up as he tried to peek from the spaces between the two other men.

Jungkook was walking towards Jin, a small smile placed on his lips. "Of course, not as beautiful as me." Jin beams, slipping out of Hoseok and Jimin's arms. Jungkook scoffs, placing a hand over Hoseok's shoulders. The youngest watched the oldest, black flashing in his orbs. In Jungkook's eyes, you could see the love and gratitude he had for Jin. Jin walks over to you, holding out a hand. "Kim Seok Jin aka worldwide handsome. Nice to meet you, pretty lady." you took his hand, shaking it slightly. "Kang Y/n, a-"

"My girlfriend,"

Jimin interrupts, beaming proudly. Your nose flared in annoyance. You raised a fist at him, eyes shooting bullets into his cocky mind. Jin sniggered. "I see you've won the heart of my little piggy, take care of him, got it?" Jin pats your shoulders. Then, he leans into your ears and whispered.

"He's a feisty little punk. Cocky too. Good luck,"