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"God, Jimin I'm going to just have to take you right here."

It was an irritating situation. The unfamiliar, much too strong cologne that stuffed up his nose. The movements that were too harsh, too demanding. Hands gripping too tight, teeth sinking in too deep; but he had to.

It was his job.

He had only left the house because Yoongi had starting yelling at him again. He knew that he wasn't being as good of a demon as he could be, but he just found himself not wanting to pick up random people to take home anymore. He didn't like how they pushed him around and treated him like a toy, but it was something that couldn't be avoided.

'Jimin, if you're not going to act like a demon, then go back to hell and ask the devil to fix you or something.' Yoongi had scolded him earlier that day. 'You're not a human no matter how much you try, so at the end of the day, remember where you came from.'

Which brought him to the situation he was in currently. He refused to go back to hell unless he had to after what happened, and so he forced himself to put his best self forwards when he went out that night.

"I don't even think I can wait long enough to get you home." Jimin hated how raspy the unfamiliar man's voice was, and how hot his breath was against his skin. "You wouldn't mind that would you, Jimin?"

Jimin knew that he had to shake his head and agree.

"Please." He gasped out, squeezing his eyes shut as the man pushed even further up against the brick wall behind him. He was much too aggressive for Jimin's liking, and although he knew what type of effect his powers had on people, the way his head hit against the wall from the man's moments was off putting. "Take me."

He really didn't want it, but he had to.

He had to. It was his job. He was lust, this was what he was made for.

But there was something about the way that man greedily pulled at his belt buckle, that had Jimin knowing that the words he spoke were not the same as the thoughts that ran through his head.

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"You know that nobody compares to you, right Jungkook?"

Jungkook smiled as Seokjin adjusted the collar of his new button up shirt, looking deep into into the other's deep purple irises as he felt his confidence grow exponentially by the second.

He had come into contact with Seokjin again after their encounter in the elevator, seeing him at the coffee shop that he would go to meet up with Taehyung.

He had helped Jungkook to ease some of his worries a little bit, even introducing him to his roommate Namjoon.

"Of course I know that." Jungkook answered right away, his smile only growing once Seokjin nodding approvingly. He leaned down and rolled up Jungkook's sleeves, then smoothing out any wrinkles on his shirt.

"Namjoon, come here." Seokjin called, motioning for the other man Jungkook had become acquainted with.

His hair was a dusty lavender, falling perfectly against his forehead. He was just as adorned in gold and diamonds as Seokjin was, maybe a bit more, everything that he wore looking incredibly expensive.

But he didn't intimidate Jungkook, they had already exchanged pleasantries.

"Which one would you like Jungkook?" He asked, rolling up his sleeve and allowing the younger to see all of the shiny bracelets that he wore. "Think long and hard."

Both demons watched intently as Jungkook's eyes scanned across the jewellery. They both had an answer that they wanted to leave the younger's mouth, both wanted confirmation that their efforts on the human had broken through to him.

Namjoon already knew that his will power was weak, from what Hoseok had mentioned to him about the human, so he really did expect the words that left Jungkook's mouth.

"I want all of them." Perfect. Jungkook's eyes were wide as he kept his gaze on Namjoon. He looked up and made contact with his brilliant green eyes, they reminded Jungkook of Hoseok, but didn't strike fear into him like the other's did. "Give me all of them."

Seokjin and Namjoon shared a look, smirks appearing on both of their faces.

"No." Namjoon replied, wanting to see how far he could push it. "You can have one, Jungkook."

The human's eyes narrowed, quirking an eyebrow as he tilted his head to the side.

"Why?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's not like you need them." His lips were tugged into a frown, gaze still darting down to the bracelets every so often. "And we all know I deserve them."

"Do you?" Seokjin laughed, ruffling Jungkook's hair. "Why do you think that?"

"I just do. I don't need to answer you." The human shrugged, expression fairly irritated as he looked back to Namjoon.

"Fair enough." Namjoon finally answered, slipping off the jewellery and handing them off to Jungkook one by one. It pained him of course, because the greed within him was begging him to snatch all of his belongings back, but he knew that corrupting Jungkook completely was more rewarding.

Jungkook hummed, but didn't thank Namjoon, too transfixed on the shimmering jewels as he fastened the bracelets onto his own wrist.

"Oh those do look so nice on you." Seokjin smiled, petting Jungkook's hair softly and grinning when he felt the human lean into his touch. Jungkook was such fun to have around, tugging and pulling at his morals and emotions were Namjoon and Seokjin's favourite pastimes.

Jungkook didn't even suspect that anything was wrong.

"Can I go see Jimin now?" Jungkook sighed, playing with a ring on his index finger.

But no matter what they did, he would never stop talking about their fellow demon. Jimin seemed to be the only thing that occupied his thoughts.

Namjoon shook his head, thinking back to the text that he had gotten from Yoongi not long before he came home to see Jungkook and Seokjin.

"Not quite yet, tomorrow he's all yours though."

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Although Yoongi was made to hate, the smidgen of protective instincts that the devil must've put into him went into overdrive the moment he saw Jimin's tattered form walk through their front door.

He had encouraged the demon to leave and do his job about two hours ago, but the state that he had returned in had Yoongi believing that it didn't go exactly as planned.

Jimin's hair was messed up beyond belief, neck covered by bruises in shades of red and purple, dried tear tracks evident on his face.

"Jimin..." He whispered, flicking on the lamp in the living room so that he could get a better look at the other demon. He watched as Jimin shook his head silently, pulling his sweater further over himself as he sniffled.

Yoongi's felt a twinge in his chest as he noticed the red marks around Jimin's wrists, sure to bruise into deep purples and blues by the next day. He watched as Jimin dragged his feet towards his room, noticing how the other trembled slightly. "Jimin, wait." Jimin froze. "Come here."

The other demon was still for a few moments, before he turned back around and raised an eyebrow at his roommate.

"Yes?" His voice was rough, and strained. "I'm not up for talking, Yoongi. I just want to go to bed."

"But wait," Yoongi frowned. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" Jimin let out a chuckle that lacked all humour. "Do I look it?" He only went on once the other shook his head. "Exactly. Can we leave it at that?"

"No we can't." Yoongi answered. "What happened to you, Jimin?"

Jimin sighed, bringing his hand up and rubbing at his eyes.

"The only downside of my power is that the moment I use it on somebody, what I want and feel are no longer important." His voice shook softly. "They just want to take and take and if I don't want to give, that doesn't matter. If I want to leave, I'm not allowed to."

Yoongi's eyes widened, watching more tears well up in Jimin's eyes. "But I'm Lust right? So I should like it. I should like being thrown around, and played with, and used. It's what I was made for, after all."

"Jimin-"

"And you labelled me best, Yoongi." Jimin cut off, a tear slipping down his face. "Why should a slut like me even be complaining, right? I should just accept that this is how it's going to be right?"

You know it's bad, when even Yoongi feels a twinge of remorse tugging at his chest..

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