I was unfortunately too busy to write another update for this story faster. To make it up to you because you hit the vote goal, I will do another update early tomorrow!

Same goal as before: 45 votes and comments.

Read the end note please, it's important.

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Jimin

He hated Y/n.

As he devoured the golden brown goodness in front of him, Y/n stared at him with her brows knitted together, a squeaking Harry on her lap. The little high-pitched squeaks made Jimin want to chuck the animal out a window, followed by the owner. Thanks to her being human, he had to stay visible and not eat in peace like normal. At least she had bought the hash browns, but that didn't change how he'd rather be invisible.

"Wow," she said, her face blank. "That's the tenth order you're going through."

He sucked bits of crust off his thumb and clicked his tongue. "You had to smuggle your guinea pig here in your purse because you couldn't leave him in the car for ten minutes. You're in no position to judge, Miss whatever the fuck your last name is."

"Y/n L/n." She held Harry over the table, and his tiny paws kicked. "Would you like me to send Harry after your hash browns, or are you going to shut up now?"

He threw up his hands. "You talked first."

"You act like a child."

The restaurant was empty, aside from two middle-aged men in the back wearing construction gear. The drive-thru had customers, but nothing extreme. No early morning rush, in other words. Jimin hated social interaction more than he hated spinach, so he wouldn't complain about the isolation. That was why he preferred the McDonald's closer to the outskirts—fewer people, less attention, and less chance of random social interaction.

Y/n cleared her throat and cradled Harry on her chest. "So, should we talk about it?"

He peeked up at her mid-hash brown. "What?"

"The whole... soulmate thing. Duh?"

"You fucking donut. Why would we talk about that in public?"

She leaned back in her chair and held Harry tighter. Her eyes didn't meet his, and he watched as she sucked in a few breaths. For a couple beats, it remained quiet between them. Then, she straightened her shoulders and smiled. It didn't so much as wrinkle her cheeks.

"If I'm giving you a place rent free with free food, then we need to talk about boundaries and respect."

He quirked a brow. "Me? Respect?"

"Yes. First: Stop insulting me. I have a little sister, so I'm used to all these types of temper tantrums. The only thing you're gonna do is bring out my petty side where I disagree and want to stay your soulmate. Do you want that?"

He kept his mouth shut.

"Exactly, so here's a word of advice: stop being a cunt. Can we agree on that?"

Jimin kicked at the floor and threw another hash brown in his mouth. Through his messy chews, he said, "Fine."

"Good. Two: No jerking off on my couch. We'll get you your own bed, and when we do, you can do whatever the fuck you want. Until then, leave my poor couch alone, 'kay?"

"Fine, but we better get that bed today. I can't go a day without a toe-curling orgasm."

"Ew," she said with a sigh. When he didn't answer, she continued. "Three: We can summon your little friend in the backyard, but nowhere inside the actual house. Is that fair?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever gets me out of your life faster." He finished his final hash brown, number twelve, and licked his fingers clean. "Let's go home so we can summon him."

"Already? It's..." She glanced at her phone. "Nine thirty. That eager to get rid of me?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yes."

He hopped up and disposed of his tray containing the mysterious disappearing hash browns. Oh no, Jimin wondered where all the scrumptious treats went. Such a mystery.

Y/n hadn't gotten anything—not that he would help her clean up if she had—meaning they could leave. However, despite having permission, Y/n didn't budge from her spot. Jimin huffed and strolled over, tapping her shoulder to remind her they had a demon to summon.

A beat passed. Two. Three. Then, Y/n got up, put Harry back in her purse, and left without a word. Woah, okay. Yes, Jimin was eager to rid himself of the woman with about as much value as an expired coupon, but he didn't anticipate her silence. Women were unpredictable, huh?

Jimin strolled out of the McDonald's and followed her to the trees nearby. The shadows of the thick leaves cloaked them in darkness on an otherwise sunny day. Heat seeped through his trench coat and moistened his skin. He never minded heat; if anything, he preferred it, but summoning Lucy would raise the temperature at least ten degrees.

The cover provided enough security for Jimin to grab her wrist. He didn't need to touch her to teleport them, but he wanted to fluster her. Okay, he would be the first to admit he hated her, but pussy was pussy. As he had said before: she looked like a rock, but a fuckable one. He would just have to gag her while fucking her to shut her annoying ass up.

He snapped his fingers, and the world faded away. A brief abyss of darkness flooded his vision as he ripped through space and time to bring them back home. It took a few seconds at most, but it brought involuntary tears to his eyes. For some reason, whenever he used his powers, memories appeared—never coherent ones, but flashes of his past he struggled to remember thanks to how long he had been alive. One of them showed a woman with wrinkles and graying hair reaching out to him, and he reached back. He didn't know why.

They reappeared outside the house he had grown accustomed to. The backyard had spacious plain land with grass that needed a cut and the occasional tree. He watched how the sun's rays weaved in and out of the delicate blades, and he swore he spotted grasshoppers buzzing and jumping on and off the soft dirt.

The breeze swished by and stroked his cheeks, blowing his red and black hair into his face. It obstructed his vision and blocked off the sight of the crows flying overhead. Squawks made up the sounds in the vicinity, but no other noises came their way. Jimin allowed the serenity to wrap him in an embrace as he attempted to focus on the memory of the old woman reaching for him. Before he could, Y/n turned to him with Harry out of her purse and in her grasp.

"You're a demon with more power than anyone in the world."

"Wow," he said with overdramatic wide eyes. "We got a real fucking Sherlock here."

She didn't reply with sass; instead, she stepped closer, and the sudden proximity caused his hands to moisten. "I'm going somewhere with this. I was gonna ask why here."

He tilted his head. His locks blew back and cleared his view, and the first thing he saw was her. "What do you mean?"

"You could go anywhere in the world." With one hand, she held Harry. With the other, she extended it as if to motion to the entire Earth. "Why Hershey?"

"Why do you care?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't, but we're summoning the king of Hell. There are thirteen thousand ways this can go wrong and we die a miserable death. If we're gonna die, I'd like to know something about you outside of you're an asshole who likes hash browns."

He chuckled. "Okay, that's fair. I chose Hershey because there are big booty bitches here. Happy?"

"No." She handed him Harry. Confused, he took the pig, and she pointed to him like that made her point clear. "Hold the emotional support guinea pig. Pet him."

"Y/n, what the-"

"Pet. Him," she interrupted in a snap as loud as Jimin's whenever he teleported.

A grunt left Jimin's exquisite, plump, silky, delectable lips, and he agreed to her terms. He dragged out the entire process, petting the poor pig with more force than needed. Y/n's left eye twitched. He considered that a victory.

"There. Feel better?" she asked.

He handed the pig back. "Not even a little."

"Ugh, you're impossible. I want a genuine answer, is that so hard to ask?"

He eye smiled. "Yes."

She backed away and averted her gaze. The sudden loss of closeness twisted all the blood out of Jimin's heart, and he stiffened while watching her move out of his reach. His fingers dangled by his side and screamed at him to run after her, but he didn't.

"Fine. Let's summon-"

"Nature," he interrupted, and she stopped to peer at him. The eye contact caused him to hesitate before continuing. "I love Hershey's nature."

She twirled her finger through Harry's coat as she answered. "I do too."

He had to turn away to "focus" on the area before him; otherwise, he would have smiled. A curse bounced around his mind. A pretty profanity starting with an f, and he wanted to scream it from the top of the Burj Khalifa. All because he told Y/n the truth, which was the last thing he wanted. That stupid soulmate spell Lucifer cast on him was agonizing. But no fear: Lucifer would hear Y/n say I don't want to be his soulmate, and it'd end. He'd get a new lover assigned to him, but he'd at least have time. Time to enjoy his countless helpings of hash browns, sleep around without fear, and explore the world with the snap of his fingers.

He'd be free.

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A/N: Jimin's hot.

On a serious note, I am on the cusp of 2k followers. I'm at 1.97k, and I was at 1.95k like three days ago. That means there is a 99.9% chance I'll reach 2k before my bday, July 9th. For that reason, I will be releasing a new story in either late July or early August, and as promised, it is a fan-vote story. I compiled an anonymous form where you can vote on what story idea you'd like to see next. I'll leave the link below.

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I'm not going to officially announce it until I'm at 2k, so that means only ADS readers will get to vote on the form until I announce it in my other stories and on my mb. I'll also be posting it in my Discord soon. If you would like to join my Discord, the link is in my bio.

Thank you for almost 2k followers. I never thought I'd get 1k, let alone 2k. I'll probably sob my eyes out on my mb when I reach it, so expect some classic PJMs Cancer redhead tears soon.

You can expect a new update tomorrow since you hit the vote goal last time. Thank you so much for your continued support on this story!

~ Raven