A/N: This is absolutely not the time but my God that picture of him is heavenly.

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Y/n

Jimin was acting strange.

Their one-year anniversary had just been celebrated, yet he had been bouncing his leg, biting his nails, and chewing on his lower lip nonstop for the past twenty-four hours. Even when she tried to get him to sleep, he didn't and instead resorted to reading and drinking. Y/n didn't press; she assumed it was because of the anniversary not only of their relationship but also of him losing his powers. They decided to make their relationship a more "official" thing after he had lost his powers. So, they went based on that date, even though they had dated a good two weeks prior to him losing his powers.

Y/n folded Jimin's trench coat, her hands warm from digging through the dryer to pry out their clothes. Y/n preferred doing the laundry while Jimin did all the vacuuming. Oh, and he took out the trash. That had always been Y/n's least favorite, so she appreciated him for that.

The laundry room, if one could call it that (it was in the corner of the living room since the house was too small to put it elsewhere), had a creaking washer and a bumpy dryer. The plastic laundry basket that was an ugly green held their finished clothing. Mostly Jimin's, as he preferred darker clothing. Y/n wore nicer blouses and lighter colors, so when she did the darks first, it ended up becoming her folding more Jimin stuff than Y/n stuff.

Jimin was in the kitchen. She could hear him rummaging around, and she knew he was setting the table for their hash brown feast. It was a tradition to have at least one hash brown day per week, normally on Sundays. Guess what day it was...

Y/n finished her business and carried the basket out of the laundry room, peeking out from the wall to see Jimin pacing back and forth while nibbling on his nails. The hash browns she had bought from McDonald's (thanks to Jimin no longer having teleportation and hating driving, Y/n bought most of their meals) were in the bag, not removed like Jimin would do in 0.5 seconds on most days.

"Hey, what's going on?" Y/n asked, and Jimin stiffened and glanced at her. He came over and took the basket from her, going to set it down on the bed before coming back out to the kitchen.

"Nothing."

Liar. Y/n knew her boyfriend well enough by that point to know when he had something on his mind. Over the past month, every day he seemed to have something bothering him, and it increased more and more until that moment, with Jimin avoiding her and plopping down in one of the two kitchen chairs to pretend he wanted to eat. She could see it in his slow movements that he had no intention of touching the potatoes.

"Well, you have to tell me eventually. You've been acting like this for a bit now." Y/n sat across from him and observed the way he pulled at his fingers. Those adorable, tiny fingers she loved to hold.

"It's been a year. A year of us together."

That was far from what she was expecting. Her mind had a million thoughts, but the second she heard his deep tone, she straightened herself, her eyes widening a bit. Was he about to propose to her in a kitchen of all places? Anywhere was fine to her, as long as it was him, but he was Park Jimin. His words, not hers. Park Jimin was the most romantic man in the world who had arranged elaborate midnight picnics under the stars that looked straight out of a book with fairy lights and all. A kitchen proposal was... unusual, to say the least.

"What about it?" she asked, her voice softer than before.

Jimin fiddled with his fingers before clearing his throat. "The closer we got to the anniversary, the more I felt compelled to tell you... like something's forcing me to. Now I feel like I can't hold back anymore."

"Tell me what?"

Jimin sank back in his chair, his eyes moving anywhere other than on her. "Everything. How I'm not who you think I am, and you'll hate me if you knew."

"I doubt that. I've seen your asshole side before, and somehow I wanted to bang you even after-"

"Y/n."

She closed her mouth and watched as Jimin took in several deep breaths. Some through his nose, others through his mouth. Either way, all of them sounded like they hurt.

"Our relationship will be over after I tell you. You won't forgive me, and you'll probably want to see me dead."

"What? That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" she asked, and Jimin shook his head.

"No, it's not. It's Lucifer's final punishment for me. He thought eternal suffering was too good for me, so this is the alternative." Jimin paused to chuckle. It had no humor in it. "I thought he was pulling my leg when he said this was worse than eternal suffering, but turns out that old bastard was right. It's funny, isn't it? I used to hate you, but now I'd rather go to eternal suffering than lose you."

For some reason, Y/n felt like that was the most honest set of words Jimin had ever said to her.

"Alright," she said, pushing out the word slowly with her eyes never leaving his. "Let's hear it."

She doubted anything, no matter how bad, could pull them apart. Lucifer had been right; Y/n was Jimin's soulmate. Jimin was perfect for her in every way. A delicate lover but rough in the sheets, a gentleman who never let her carry anything or open a door for herself, a charming man with a smile that made her heart jump every time she saw it. There was no shortage of things about him that she adored, and she doubted she'd ever find a lover like him again.

Jimin shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. "Taehyung didn't kidnap Harry. I did."

Y/n stiffened, her eyes bulging by a hair as she processed that information. So, that was why Jimin didn't remember Taehyung had been the one to steal Harry. She knew Jimin hated Harry, but not to that extent, and that had her leaning back and feeling her mouth go dry.

She coughed, not knowing how else to react to that information. "Why?"

"You care about that pig more than almost anything, other than Jessy. So I thought if I stole the pig and blamed Taehyung, you'd go ballistic and sin. Then you'd be bound for Hell, not Heaven."

"So I wouldn't be your soulmate anymore?"

"That's right. I didn't want to lose my immortality, so..."

"You tried to make me sin." Y/n wished she didn't catch on so fast. She wished she needed to ask a million questions to understand, but she understood his intentions and actions clearer than herself. "You... hated me that much?"

"No. I lied to you about many, many things, Y/n, but I never really hated you, even on my worst days. But I didn't love you, either. Or like you, for that matter. Not until after I gave up my powers. That's when I realized Lucy was right: you're my soulmate. Now I love you more than anything in the world, even over hash browns." He smiled as he said it, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Please tell me you believe that."

Numbness clogged her mind. How could anyone react to that information? Her lover had stolen her beloved pet for a chance that she would sin. So she could go suffer in Hell. It was less about the act and more about the intent. Harry was safe, but Jimin tried to get Y/n to go to Hell to get tortured for countless years and then become a demon to "redeem" herself over something she was manipulated into doing. Everything she knew and loved would be gone, and she'd have to live another life. Only that time without Jessy. Not until she reached Heaven, where Jessy would be.

Hundreds of years without her sister.

"I don't know what to say." She stopped and swallowed. It hurt going down. "I think I believe that, but it's a lot to take in."

"I get it. I'm sorry for lying to you, Y/n. I'm sorry for everything. And above all else, I'm sorry it took me giving up my powers to realize it. Any decent person wouldn't have done what I did, but even if they did, they would apologize right away. So I'm sorry for that, too. It's unfair to you."

"Yeah," she muttered, picking at her nails before chewing on them. In between chews, she managed to stutter out, "It is."

Jimin gave her a moment of silence to reflect on what she had learned, though it didn't help. That was not what she was expecting to hear. She thought he was being dramatic—he was Park Jimin, after all. He called himself dramatic all the time. She expected he would confess to breaking something or misplacing one of her favorite items, not a crime.

"That's not going to end our relationship," she said after taking the quiet time to think. "Don't get me wrong, I'm pissed at you, but that doesn't mean I can't move past something that happened over a year ago. Harry's safe, and you've learned since then. We can talk about it, but if that's it, then-"

"His name was Jameson."

Y/n stopped at that, her brows shooting up when Jimin interrupted her. If he ever interrupted her, it was to be funny, not to say something like that, and within a heartbeat, she knew what he was referring to. Her mind replayed Jimin's words over and over. No police report had ever been released. There was no way for Jimin to know the man's name. That was when it clicked.

She stared at him, but his face remained unchanged. Focused eyes, his hands folded together on the table, his shoulders slumped. Not a single change despite how much those words changed her. Despite how much she felt bile rising to the back of her throat.

"You... you..."

No words came out other than stutters and the repetition of the single you she tried to use to say it. To say the truth he was trying to say. And as memories of that night came back, more and more clicked into place. His soft and "caring" tone, how he arrived right on time, his words convincing her to...

"Jimin," was all she said, her voice a whispered cry. It teetered on a whimper, and her hand flew over her mouth as she stood and backed away. The chair creaked, and her legs shook. She needed to press her body against the wall to prevent herself from falling.

"I know." Jimin sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the dark locks falling in his face. "And I almost went for Jessy, too, but I gave up before I did."

Y/n didn't know how to react. All at once, her peaceful day had been shattered by a handful of words. The man she thought she wanted to marry proved he had a demon heart through and through. Harry she could forgive. Eventually, anyway. It stung to know he'd cause harm to an innocent critter over his petty powers, but she could understand. On a personal level, too. Over the past year, scars accumulated on her arms and wrists, and she remembered all the hospital nights with Jimin by her side, reading a comic book to her and reassuring her that he'd never leave her. So she understood his fears of returning to mortality. Returning to those feelings.

But he had been the one to inflict those feelings on her. Every scar on her body belonged to him.

Y/n's knees buckled, and she slumped to the floor. Jimin didn't move to hold her like he used to, and she knew that was for the best. If he came closer, she wasn't sure what she'd do.

That night flashed in her mind. She had done therapy for countless months to look back without fear and to instead focus on how she survived, but in that moment, she froze. No panicked breaths came. No suicidal thoughts. No tears. Just her and the kitchen, alone together with a squeaking Harry in his cage and a silent Jimin awaiting her next words.

"Get out."

They were the only two words she knew how to say. It looked like Jimin had been telling the truth; what he had to say would end their relationship. Maybe she was acting irrationally, but she couldn't care. Not until he was out of her sight.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Jimin said as he got up and approached, but he made sure to stay several feet away. "I hate myself for it more and more every day-"

"No! You don't get to be fucking sorry!" Y/n closed the distance just so she could push him back, watching the man stumble as his hips collided with the table. He didn't bother showing any signs of pain. "You were there for all of it! For everything I went through! And that whole time, you didn't say shit! Look what you did to me!"

Jimin didn't answer, She doubted any answer would satisfy her anyway.

"I know," was all he said after a moment of quiet mixed with Y/n's rushed breaths. "No apology can make up for it, but for whatever it's worth, I truly am sorry. Please, beat me up. Throw me out. Kill me, even. I don't care. Whatever you want to do."

For a moment, a flash of wrath overpowered her and had her storming forward with her hand raised. Every fiber of her begged her to rain terror on him. To bruise up his perfect face, rip out his hair, push him to the ground. But she stopped and stared at him, at the way he didn't flinch or move. That had her scoffing as she lowered her arm.

"No." She stepped back and motioned to the door, and he took the hint and put his shoes on. "You've already tried to get me to sin enough. I'm done doing you any favors, Park Jimin. If you want something, do it your damn self for once."

Jimin nodded. No more words came. The only sound was the door shutting behind him. The sound that came next was Y/n's body slumping to the ground. Harry squeaked and squeaked, but Y/n didn't budge, staring at the wall opposite of her as saliva pooled out of her mouth from her keeping it ajar. She didn't have the strength to close it. She didn't have the strength for anything.

Her hand pressed on the cool floor, her nails digging into it. Even though she had mopped it the previous night, she felt dirt and grime infecting her. For a moment, she thought it was blood, but she saw the brown stains and shut her eyes to look away. It didn't stop the gooey feeling from creeping under her skin and going straight to her heart against her will.

Still, no tears. But she did get the burning sensation in her eyes along with the tightness in her head and throat. Gags and chokes coughed out, followed by the feeling of her body and soul separating. It was like she was everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. Same with her emotions; they were overwhelming yet numb. Present but not. She didn't know how to react to any of it, but she did know she lost her boyfriend. Her future husband. Her soulmate.

All because he wanted her to sin.

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