Sorry this is so late. I've been facing some financial difficulties at college, and that combined with training to be a Wattpad Ambassador and trying to judge a bunch of contests made it hard to write this story, though I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things now.

This chapter is a little longer than usual at 2.5k words as opposed to the usual 1.6k-2k.

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Jimin

That stupid fucking guinea pig.

Jimin loved nature, and that extended to animals. Deer in particular were beautiful, despite how they jumped out in front of cars and caused damage, injury, and sometimes death. Still, he liked them for how graceful and gorgeous they were. The same applied to most creatures, such as foxes and hedgehogs; however, when it came to Harry the motherfucking bitch, Jimin hated him. That cunt squeaked more than women moaned while Jimin pounded them. That bitch was louder, too. Not to mention he had interrupted Jimin's cuddle time with Y/n, so the pig had it coming.

No, Jimin hadn't harmed or killed the pig, but he did take it to a pet shop and left it outside with a note that said Don't want anymore, please take care of him in Taehyung's writing. Over the years, Jimin had discovered new skills—dancing, singing, random facts, and copying handwriting. Taehyung had the vocabulary of an overgrown child and the handwriting of a toddler, so it was easy to replicate. He'd teleport there later and offer Taehyung an obscene amount of cash in return for taking the blame. Jimin would be off the hook, and Y/n would have to push her limits.

He doubted she'd break so fast, but it was setting the seeds. Jimin didn't have enough time to play the long game; however, he had the time to make her trust him and break small rules, working the way up to the gargantuan ones. First, rage. Seeing Harry in a pet shop's window would annihilate her hope. Bonus points if someone had bought the stupid pig.

Together, Jimin and Y/n walked hand-in-hand down the streets, searching for Harry. Little did Y/n know, Jimin was leading her to the pet shop, and he'd suggest searching in case the cashier had seen anything. After all, pet stores were for pets, and Harry was... well, a pet. That was the most suspicious part of his plan: the convenience of him suggesting they search the shop that happened to hold Harry. On the bright side, Y/n was beginning to trust him, and she was in an unexpected emotional high. Emotional highs were one thing, but an unexpected one was another.

Jimin had flashes of the day his father had passed away. Back then, he had expected it. He had seen the signs, and the emotional high he had received didn't feel the same as the unexpected ones. Y/n was going through the unexpected. She didn't know which senses were telling the truth, and he doubted she'd suspect him when he had spent the morning cuddling her. That was without factoring in how Y/n had "woken up" before him and believed she left him home alone for no more than five minutes to drive and get McDonald's. But he had teleportation and invisibility. He accomplished his plan in two minutes and crawled back in bed no problem. No reason to suspect him.

The trembling Y/n leaned on his side for support, and he gave it. He wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her sleeve, kissing the top of her head. Tiny touches went a long way. Soon enough, his immortality would be secured, and Y/n would be none the wiser.

"Where do you think Harry would have gone?" Jimin asked, and Y/n huffed.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe he grew human legs and walked to the fucking circus."

Ouch. Someone pissed in her Cheerios.

"Okaaaay." Jimin threw up his one free hand as if it were a white flag. "Well, what about animal control? Would they waste their time on guinea pigs?"

"I didn't know we had animal control here."

That was fair. With all that had happened, it was easy to forget Y/n had been in Hershey for a minuscular amount of time, and Jimin spent his time eating hash browns, dancing to dust bunnies, and making women moan—it wasn't like he had paid attention to the services around Hershey either.

"How about pet shops? Maybe the owners know something."

Y/n shrugged. "Can't hurt."

No, it couldn't.

Hoping Y/n wouldn't notice the convenience, Jimin guided her to the pet store he had put Harry in. The place had a creaky glass door with a dirty black, rectangular handle, and Jimin pulled it out and got whacked in the face with the smell of hay, fecal matter, and dog piss. Y/n winced and closed her nose, but poor Jimin had heightened senses due to being an incubus, so that meant going inside would be worse than going to Hell.

Literally.

Jimin would rather endure eternal suffering than deal with the atrocious aroma any longer, so he gagged and stepped back, coughing and wheezing from the intensity. It was like being asthmatic in New York City.

"I..." Jimin cut off to heave. "Can't. My senses are different than... yours. Go look for him. I'll... I'll wait in the corner."

Preferably with a gun was what Jimin didn't add, but it remained true: he wanted to shoot himself in that moment, and seeing as he was in America, he had a second amendment right, woo! He wasn't an American citizen since he was from South Korea (a couple hundred years ago, anyway), but it wasn't like anyone cared to check for his visa.

Y/n held his arm and knitted her brows as she gazed at him. "Are you okay?"

Ah, that guinea pig got his stupidness from someone, it seemed: her. How in the sweet lord mother-priss-pracket Jesus did Y/n hold any amount of compassion for him when her favorite thing in the entire world (aside from her sister and colorful kawaii stickers) had gone missing? Jimin would let the world burn for hash browns, and that included Y/n.

Ugh, humans. So fickle.

"Yep," he said, popping the p. "Just gonna go practice my second amendment in the corner. Don't mind me."

Y/n didn't appear convinced, but Jimin grinned and motioned for her to go, leading her to sigh and agree. He slipped away from her grasp, watched her go inside, and then skipped his way to the alleyway beside the concrete building. Not many civilians were around to witness him, so he ducked behind one of the dark green dumpsters with overflowing trash.

Hershey was a nice place, but some of the more... "outskirt" areas didn't have the same charms. At least they had a shit ton of chocolate and tourists. Why tourists? Simple: they had fat asses and cash. There were quite a few times Jimin pretended to be a prostitute to earn some money on the side and get pussy in the process. Win-win. It wasn't like Jimin paid taxes (suck it, IRS) or walked around visible very often, so it was easy to avoid the law in those situations.

With a single snap, Jimin reappeared in Taehyung's home, and the man's sound barrier-breaking snores alerted Jimin to his location. The Gucci sniffer slept on his giant couch with his Gucci slippers on the ground. That man had his beans out, ew. They smelled worse than the pet store.

Jimin whistled and approached before rolling the sleeping beauty off the cushions. Taehyung slammed to the ground and snapped to his feet with a yelp. He held his hands up in an attack form that rivaled the great Bruce Lee, and he narrowed his eyes when he saw the demon there.

"June? What are you doing here?"

Jimin leaned against the couch, taking in Taehyung's breathless form and licking his lower lip. "I came here for you."

Taehyung grimaced. "Dude, I'm straight. Well, kind of. Depends on who's talking to me. But that's not the point! The point is, you need to leave, I have friends coming over in..." He checked his Rolex. "Oh, shit. Ten minutes. Yeah, you need to go so I can get changed. Nice seeing you, sorry I failed with that chickie poo you wanted me to seduce, blah, blah, blah. My friends are bringing Gucci, so shoo."

Alright, Jimin didn't have time to waste.

"I'll give you fifty-thousand dollars and a new Gucci jacket if you take credit for something I did," Jimin said without acknowledging Taehyung's previous words. Taehyung froze at that, and Jimin smiled. "I put that 'chicke poo's guinea pig in a pet shop and left a note with your handwriting. Take the blame for it and you get fifty grand and Gucci. What do you say?"

"Isn't that a crime?"

"Does it look like I went to law school? Bitch, I don't know, but she's not going to press charges. She has a pussy for a reason: she is one. So don't worry, I just don't want her to know it was me. Do we have a deal?"

"When do I get the money and jacket?"

"I'll give you half of the money today, second half and the jacket after you tell her it was you. Deal?" Jimin asked, raising his hand. Taehyung shook it without hesitation. "Good choice. See you around, Kim."

Jimin sprinted out the door, got out of viewing range of the windows, and teleported his fat ass back to the outskirts of Hershey, right behind the dumpster he had been cowering behind. It smelled a little better than Taehyung's bare toes.

A little.

He trotted back to the pet shop but far enough away to avoid the smell, and as soon as he did, Y/n came storming out with teary eyes and her hands balled into fists. And, most importantly, no Harry.

"Fuck!" She spotted Jimin and stomped her way over, halting when she got a couple centimeters away. "Did you take my fucking guinea pig?"

Jimin's eyes jumped at that, and it was genuine. "What? You know I don't like that pig, but why would I waste my precious, now-limited time on that thing? It could give me cooties, Y/n!"

"You already have them!" Y/n raised her hand, her skin nearing his cheek, but she cursed at herself and lowered it, backing away. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Yes... yes. That, ladies and gentlemen, was progress. Y/n was mere inches away from bitch slapping the shit out of him. Did Jimin deserve it? Yeah. Did that mean Y/n was closer to losing her marbles? Also yeah. That. Was. Awesome.

Jimin hid his excitement and brushed her actions off with a hand wave. "I'm a masochist, sweetheart. I would've enjoyed it. Now enough screwing around: why do you think I took Harry?"

She didn't bother answering his words about his kink. "The owner knows Harry because someone left him outside last night, but the cameras didn't catch who. This is the note he gave me."

Jimin snatched the piece of paper from her and feigned shock when he finished reading the words there. He lowered the note with shaking hands and bulging eyes.

"Y/n, this is Taehyung's handwriting."

"What? You were right?"

"Wouldn't be the first time. I've lived a long time, Y/n. Sometimes I know what I'm talking about. But let's slow down, we can deal with Taehyung at any time. What about Harry? Where is he?"

Y/n trailed off at that, staring at the concrete and kicking at it. It was quiet due to the lack of crowds. A couple cars strolled by and generated a breeze through Jimin's soft locks, but otherwise, the scene remained serene. Heat stuck to the back of his neck and formed sweat there. He knew it made him more attractive, so he relished in it, stepping closer to his woman and holding her arm. Although he didn't want to touch her, he had to admit a strange stirring enveloped his heart and stomach until all his mind could focus on was her.

"Y/n," he whispered, and she peeked up at him at that. It took all his willpower not to kiss her. "Where is he?"

That caused a tear to slip by. "Gone. Someone bought him already."

"Already?" Jimin wiped the tear away, stroking his thumb over her delicate cheek. "Did the owner say who bought him?"

"No. Confidential information."

"Oh, confidential? Did you show him your fists don't understand what that means?"

She buried her brows together at that. "What?"

Humans. Always so weak. If the roles were reversed, the owner would be screaming the address of the person who kidnapped Harry. All because Jimin didn't take no for answer, and he wasn't about to start because his immortality was on the verge of going poof.

"Beat him the fuck up, duh," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You have a demon by your side. The fuck's he gonna do? Run away? Call the cops with his faulty ass cameras? He took your guinea pig and sold it within, what? Less than a day? He doesn't deserve mercy. Don't give it to him."

She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. It was like peering at a goldfish attempting to learn English. Y/n bobbled her words until, after a million years, she spoke.

"I can't... do that." She paused and backed away by a hair. "Can I?"

"Of course you can. You're the victim here, Y/n. Someone stole your pet. That's a crime."

"But I can't take that out on someone else. Someone innocent."

Jimin eyed the pet store, opened the door so Y/n could smell it, and motioned to the state of the messy animal cages inside. "Innocent? Really?"

"Okay, I get your point, but still," she said, shutting the door so they could breathe. "We'll find another way. Whoever bought Harry is a local to this area, that's all the owner would tell me. The buyer is a man. A tall one."

"That's a start, but searching Hershey for a single tall man will take forever."

"You're wrong. We have a demon on our side." She batted her eyelashes at him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It made his stomach dance and puke at the same time. "A demon who is technically the cause of this since he brought Taehyung to my house. So I'm sure he wouldn't mind using that pretty head of his to stakeout the town, search for tall men, and teleport inside their apartments to steal Harry back. Right?"

Jimin chuckled. It was somewhat real. "You think I'm pretty?"

She sighed. "Why do I put up with you?"

"Big dick, nice ass, tragic past. The holy trinity. Every woman loves me for it."

"Okay, ew."

Y/n backed away with a toothy grin, and it was heartwarming to see her smile despite the situation, even if it was for a moment-

Wait. Shit.

Park Jimin, don't be a fucking simp. She's not worth your immortality. No one is. Not even hash browns.

Jimin shook his thoughts away and discussed the plan with her, which consisted of him searching the outskirts while she pressured the owner more into talking. They'd rendezvous back at the house in an hour, and then they'd go to Taehyung's house to confront him. That gave Jimin an hour to rob a bank, give Taehyung half of the money, rob Gucci, and then somehow try to find some evidence of Harry's disappearance.

What could go wrong?

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