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Oh, he could remember it all.

Every single minute of it.

"Hoseok, do you want to repeat to me what you just said?"

Jimin remembered Hoseok standing his ground, not even scared that the devil was standing in front of him and growing angrier by the minute.

"I said," Hoseok repeated, taking a step closer. Jimin stood beside him, providing Hoseok with support after the other sins had dashed out upon learning that he was in trouble with the devil. "I don't want to go up to earth. Why the hell should I spend my time messing around with creatures that already have it better than all others when they damn well shouldn't?" Hoseok spat, narrowing his eyes. "I'm not living my life surrounded by a species of spoiled brats."

Jimin inhaled and closed his eyes, completely aware that Hoseok just dug the hole that he was in deeper than it was before.

"You wouldn't have time to waste if I didn't create you." The devil sneered, standing up and walking up to face Hoseok. "And it's funny how you think that you have a choice."

"I'm not your property." Hoseok retaliated, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not scared of you, and I never will be."

That was around the point that the devil snapped, grabbing Hoseok by his shirt collar and dragging him over to the edge of the platform that they stood on. The pathway to the devil's throne was bordered by two rivers on each side, both of which containing a substance that, although looked like water, was not. It would burn the skin of anybody that it touched, and all of the sins knew that.

All of the creatures in hell knew that.

According to rumour, the devil created them to dispose of demons and souls that he couldn't be bothered to deal with anymore. Whether it be because they didn't work well enough, or because they defied him.

"Listen, Envy. You're brave, I'll give you that." The devil chuckled, pushing Hoseok closer to the edge until only the balls of his feet were on the platform. "But sometimes bravery and stupidity go hand in hand."

"Jimin!" Hoseok called, desperately hoping that the smaller demon would do something. He and Jimin got along the best, of course he would help, right? Hoseok knew that his retaliation towards the devil wouldn't end well, but being pushed into the hellish rivers was known there to be one of the worst things that can happen to someone.

He never expected that it would go that far.

"Oh you're calling for Jimin?" The devil laughed. "Nobody's going to help you Hoseok, you did this to yourself."

"Jimin!" Hoseok called again anyways, "Please."

"Fine." The devil sighed. "Jimin, if you take Hoseok's spot right now I'll let him free, but you have to suffer the consequences of his actions."

Jimin bit his lip, almost unable to break contact with Hoseok's pleading gaze. He looked like he was close to tears from his fright, but Jimin just couldn't.

"I'm sorry." Jimin spoke, shaking his head and taking a few steps back. "I'm so sorry."

And he could still remember the way Hoseok's face fell the minute he spoke, defeat taking over his features.

The devil merely smirked, raising an eyebrow before looking back to Hoseok.

"I hope you can swim."

Hoseok kept Jimin's gaze as the devil let go of his shirt collar and pushed him backwards, locking eyes until the moment his back hit the water.

"Jimin, are you alright?" Jungkook's softly spoken words helped to pull Jimin out of his memories.

It was currently 8:30 at night, and once the clock struck nine, he'd be dragged down to hell for a meeting whether he wanted to go or not.

And he really didn't want to go. He was terrified; memories of what Hoseok went through wrapping themselves around Jimin's mind and causing shivers of fear to travel down his spine.

He remembered how the other demon nearly didn't survive, almost in too much agony to even swim to the surface.

It was a thought Jimin couldn't bear to dwell on.

Being a demon that was allowed on earth could do such tricky things to somebody's mind. On earth, you develop a somewhat of a god complex, putting yourself on a pedestal due to the manipulative effect you have on humans.

In hell however, you're nothing. The devil could care less who you were, putting you at the same level as the dirt on the ground.

Your opinions don't matter, nor do your emotions or physical limitations.

You don't matter.

"I'm fine." Jimin smiled nonetheless, looking to Jungkook and running a hand through his hair. "I'll be even better once I have a few drinks in me." He smirked and nudged Jungkook's side.

"Oh but I like you without drinks in you." Jungkook responded, oblivious to how Jimin kept checking his watch, counting down the minutes until he'd have to put up his guard once more.

"I'm sure." Jimin chuckled, adjusting the neckline of his shirt. The darkness of the night sky was cut through by the luminescent lights of the various clubs that lit up the street. Various songs could be heard and sent vibrations through the ground.

Jimin really had planned on trying to shake Jungkook off of him, because attachments weren't something that would be good for him. But out of all of the people he had been with; Jungkook knew how to do him best.

Out of all of the men and women he had gotten into bed with since he was created, Jungkook's touches always resided in his memories the longest.

If the social aspect of the situation was an unwanted side effect that he'd have to deal with... Then he would. He would until he could find someone who was even better.

It was 8:40 by the time they had gotten inside a decent bar, and Jimin was silently terrified at how quickly the clock was ticking down. He didn't want to see the devil because he knew he'd degraded immediately, the moment he set foot in hell.

"What can I get you?" Jungkook grinned, wrapping his arm around Jimin's waist as they walked to the seats at the bar.

"Let's see if you remember what I told you I like when we first met." Jimin smiled, watching as Jungkook thought back to just over a week.

"Two shots of vodka, straight." The younger told the bartender, sending a smirk in Jimin's direction after he spoke.

Jimin smiled back, raising an eyebrow and propping his head up on his elbow.

"A good memory you've got there." He commented, a sly smile on his face.

"Well I remember everything about you, Hyung." Jungkook shrugged, sliding one of the drinks in Jimin's direction once they were passed his way. "How can I not? You're so different from everyone else I've met."

Jimin hummed in response, leaning closer and pressing his lips to Jungkook's jaw. He immediately felt Jungkook tense up, and he really didn't mean to fog up the younger's thought process again; he did have to leave in about ten minutes after all.

But the effect that he had on Jungkook was just so amusing to him. His manipulative powers seemed to be so much stronger when it came to Jungkook, which maybe also related to how great he was at pleasing Jimin.

Jimin pulled away and smiled, disregarding his watch for a few moments - he was too scared to check it.

But he had to check. Being late wasn't an option when it came to meetings with the devil.

8:55 pm

He swore as quietly as he could underneath his breath, finally taking hold of his shot glass and bringing it to his lips.

He shivered slightly at the feeling of the drink going down his throat, standing up soon after and smiling at Jungkook.

"I'll be right back, don't worry, I'm just heading off to the bathroom for a minute." He pressed his lips to Jungkook's cheek, whispering his next words into his ear quietly. "Maybe when I come back we can ditch this boring place and go have some fun of our own."

"I'd like that." Jungkook breathed, sighing softly and turning his head so that he could kiss Jimin's lips once before the older waved him off and disappeared into the crowd.

Jimin was panicking, heart beating much faster than what could be considered healthy as he dashed out the back door of the club. The cold air bit at him, but he didn't pay it any mind.

"I'd like to pay a visit to the devil." He spoke shakily, reaching into his back pocket to take out his keys, not having a second thought as he harshly sliced them across the palm of his hand; just deep enough to draw a bit of blood.

He cringed and clasped his hands together, closing his eyes and bringing them up to his mouth. "Lust requests a meeting." He whispered against his hands, feat striking through his body once it hit him that there was no going back now.

But he knew that if he didn't go, it would just cause more harm to him in the end.

It was just a matter of choosing the hopefully lesser of the two evils.

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