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Y/n

Not even One Direction's heart-breaking split could prepare her for Jimin.

Ever since she had said his name (like five minutes ago), he had gone on a cursing spree, kicking the wall of her precious house and pulling at his hair until tufts fell out and grew back at a lightning pace. She stood there with Harry in her arms and her lips parted to allow the bugs of Hershey to soar in and dry out her throat.

Jimin groaned and continued pacing back and forth. "Fucking fuck shit fuck dick ass crap motherfucking sugar bitch cunt biscuit fucktard slut face penis bitch."

Well, that was excessive.

Y/n cradled Harry and took a step back. "Any particular reason you're cursing like the world's gonna end?"

Jimin stopped in front of the doorway, swiveled on his heeled Chelsea boots, and crossed his arms over his chest. "You. I shouldn't have shook your damn hand."

"Oh my God. What the fuck?"

He froze at that. "Huh?"

"Did you cream your pants from a handshake? Gross, dude!"

"No!" He pouted, stomping his foot as if trying to make himself taller. "It's you that's the problem. Lick my balls, you shameless shithead. Look what you've done. My precious immortality is at risk because of you."

Alright, it was official: he was on drugs and needed help.

At that revelation, she relaxed her shoulders and retreated down the cobblestone stairway decorated by patches of untrimmed tall grass. Two wide trees stretched up with their weeping canopies, and the summer sun waved through the bright leaves. No clouds littered the sky as she sucked in the clean air; it had been far too long since she had visited Hershey. Her father had insisted she stay with him more, but between her studies and taking care of her sister, she didn't have time for vacations to her favorite spot in the world.

"I'll drive you to the hospital, c'mon," she said over her shoulder as she went to her rose-colored Chevrolet. It had three out of four hub caps, and one of the tires was a spare. Money was no issue for her, but she preferred spending it on America's dreaded hospital bills and the best food possible for her little sis. The only cars that mattered to Y/n were the Pixar kind.

The stranger remained in the back and raised his voice. It cracked as it came out and sounded two octaves higher than normal.

"Excuse me?"

She pet Harry to console the poor squealing guinea pig, then shifted her attention to the stripper. "Are you not on drugs?"

He sighed. "Shit, I wish I was."

"I... Okay, what the fuck is going on? You have ten seconds to either get in the car and let me drive you to the hospital or leave. Otherwise, I'm calling the police."

He held up his hands and waved them back and forth like a white flag. In the shining sunlight, his skin appeared paler. Almost as if he had bathed in the palest shade of foundation before stepping outside. That caused his red lips to pop on his face, adding a touch of color that rivaled the vibrant nature.

"Hey, fuck face, listen to me closely: I don't need a hospital, but I also can't leave. I'm not allowed to leave you."

She rolled her eyes. "Has that line ever worked on a woman before?"

"I'm not hitting on you. Ew." He curled his upper lip and scrunched his nose, then kicked the door behind him to open it. He cleared his throat and did an overdramatic bow. "Go in and I'll explain."

"Yeah, no." She opened the passenger door and placed Harry down. After buckling him in, she faced the stranger who had a hate boner for his own name. "I've seen this horror movie before. Attractive jerk tells woman to get inside a place, then she dies."

"I don't have the fucking patience for this."

The man raised his fingers and snapped them. In a blink, she found herself plopped on her ass in the middle of the house's abandoned living room. Dust and cobwebs covered the creaky wooden floorboards that somehow gave her a splinter despite her being in the vicinity for less than a second.

But that was the least of her concerns.

"What the fuck!" She yelped and scrambled back once she spotted Jimin leaning against the archway curved around the entrance to the living room. "How did I... how did we..." She trailed off and pressed her back against the moldy wall while hot heaves rocketed past her dry tongue. "What are you?"

Jimin grinned until it crinkled his eyes. "An incubus, and you know my name because you're my soulmate. That's why this is a problem. I don't want to have a lover. I came here to hide from my soulmate, not find her."

"Oh my God," she whispered, rubbing her hands over her knees. Her jeans felt far too tight on her, and she wished she could pry them off. "You really are on drugs."

"Yes, that's why we magically teleported into the room." As if to demonstrate, he clapped his hands and shook them like he was in a jazz band, then skipped forward and kneeled in front of her. "You're my soulmate, sweetheart. Our skin contact gave you my name, right?"

Thinking back, that was true. Y/n thought maybe she had recognized Jimin from a billboard; he looked like he'd be famous. With an appearance like that, it was almost a crime not to model or at least stay in the public spotlight. However, when she had touched him, a strike of numbness had overpowered her. The name Jimin had bounced around her mind and forced her to say it—like a spell had captured her.

"Once a demon finds their soulmate, they need to relinquish their powers. It's Lucifer's way of telling us we're old and need to settle down," he said. A scent of roses filled her nostrils. Where did the scent come from? "That's it, relax." His voice became a soft coo, and he gazed at her as her breathing evened out. "Listen to what I'm saying: you're my soulmate, and I have to protect you now. If I'm away from you for more than twenty-four hours, I die."

"So you're saying I should drive to the other side of the country?"

He chuckled. The sound mixed with the scent oozing off him sent her nerves into hiding.

"I know where you are at all times, my dear." He paused to place his hand over hers. "Be proud. Only women who can go to Heaven are allowed to bind with demons."

"That makes no sense. Why would a demon pair itself with a good soul?"

He tilted his head back and forth and made a soft hmm noise before answering. "To heal us."

"I'm so confused," she said in a slur. His overwhelming aroma clogged her nose and blurred her vision. "This isn't real. It's just a dream."

No thoughts entered her head. All she focused on was the man in front of her, who seemed to be hitting on her despite his previous denial of wanting her. His information went in one ear, skimmed through her brain, and popped out the other side. She couldn't tell if that was due to her slipping closer and closer to unconsciousness or because the information was too much for her to comprehend.

"It's confusing for humans, I know." He clicked his tongue and stood. From her position, he appeared like a tower, or a god who casted a shadow the size of skyscrapers over his victims. "I'll be back to explain more. Don't go anywhere." He broke off to snicker. "Well, I doubt you'll be awake before I get back."

"But... where are you..." A coherent sentence rested on the tip of her tongue. It didn't want to spill out.

Jimin shushed her and bent down to stroke her hair. Sharp nails scratching across her skull contradicted the gentle touch. It both brought her closer to unconsciousness and caused her to hiss from the stabs of pain. He backed off a few seconds later and smiled. That time, it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm gonna pay my bestie Lucifer a visit."

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A/N: Welp, you guys did a lot of voting and commenting on the first chapter, so here's an early update. No matter what, there will always be an update on Fridays, so there will be another one on Friday as well. If you want me to keep updating early, then don't forget to press that star and leave some comments!

More and more information about the demon world and how the soulmate thing works will be revealed over time.

Thanks for reading!

- Raven