*Italicized words are flashbacks

When Jimin woke up this morning, his whole body was sore and the bed felt like a block of concrete. The memories of the night before were branded into his mind, just like the mark on his palm.

Jimin had two choices. One, he could let himself -- plus Yoongi -- die and there would be chaos, all the demons of Hell would be released and humanity's existence would be at stake. Two, he would kill Jin and bring his heart to Yoongi and would give the real Yoongi another chance to live.

The second option sounded so much better, but this was Jin. He's been present throughout Jimin's life and was his only source of comfort after Yoongi's death. If Jimin didn't fall in love with Yoongi, he was sure that he would have dated Jin.

"You don't have much time, Chim Chim."

Jimin faced the mirror above his dresser and saw a glimpse of pink hair and horns. He laughed. There was no other choice but to kill his best friend, and the situation was just hilarious to him. He knew that he was in the brink of insanity, so he wasn't sure if what he heard -- and saw -- were real or just a hallucination. As if he wanted to make use of his nearly broken mind, he finally made a decision.

He laughed as he put on a coat and locked his apartment. He laughed as he passed by the university's chapel and heard the priest's lecture. He laughed as he knocked on Jin's door, hoping that his best frind was home. He laughed as he was let in and laughed as he watched Jin cook seaweed soup.

"Jimin... can you stop laughing? It's really freaking me out," Jin glanced over his shoulder and looked at his friend worriedly.

"Sorry, Jin," Jimin tried his best to stiffle his laughter, although his laughs just came out naturally. He was wearing a long-sleeved hoodie and his right hand was bandaged, to cover the mark Yoongi branded on it. "I just remembered something funny."

Jin was still giving Jimin the same worrisome glare when he entered the living with two bowls of smoking hot soup. "So, how was your experiment?"

"It was great. Really great," Jimin said sarcastically as he gobbled up the soup as if it were alcohol. He saw the image of the Devil in his head and cackled loudly. He remembered the kiss with Yoongi and laughed even more.

"Jimin...," Jin was starting to feel uneasy as he watched Jimin laugh. He suddenly didn't feel safe and shifted in his seat. "...Is something wrong?"

"I'm fine," Jimin was laughing so much that his stomach started to hurt and he clapped like a seal. He remembered Yoongi's orders, an unexplainable feeling blooming in him.

Jin slowly scooted away from Jimin and reached for his phone, which was in his pocket. "Jimin, please stop. You've been crying and laughing at the same time ever since you came in. I'm really scared right now and I won't hesitate to kick you out if you do something even more freaky."

Jimin paused and realized that his cheeks were stained by his own hot tears. He quickly wiped them off, wondering why he didn't even feel himself crying. He saw Jin's terrified expression and immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Jin. I really am. It's just... I've been having some thoughts lately."

Jin glanced at Jimin's bandaged hand, his expression changing to an angry one. "What kind of thoughts?"

Jimin followed Jin's gaze and immediately understood what he was thinking. He quickly came up with an alibi. Strangely, he no longer felt bad about lying. "Jin, it's not what you think. I accidentally burned my hand while doing the experiment."

Jin's expression softened immediately. "How bad is it?"

"Bad enough," Jimin blurted out with a shrug.

"Let me see."

Jin reached for Jimin's hand, and the younger immediately slapped the older's hand away. He didn't want to show Jin the Devil's mark, at least, not yet. "N-No. It... still hurts."

Since Jin was Jimin's closest friend, he knew whether he was lying or not. "There's obviously something you're hiding, show me your hand."

"No!," Jimin screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the now quiet apartment. This shocked both of them, since Jimin has never raised his voice at Jin, no matter the situation.

Jin wordlessly picked up the tray of empty bowls before he walked into the kitchen and slammed the door shut.

Jimin only realized what he had done after silence took over the apartment. He slumped back on the couch and tugged on his hair in frustration. Jin rarely lost his temper and it was only when they'd get into a fight so intense that it would end up in screams. The older hated it when someone raised his voice at him and Jimin completely understood why. His experiences with his family made him despise but at the same time fear people who were too... loud.

There was no plan to confront Jin, since Jimin knew that it was best to let the other have his time alone to vent out his anger.

Jimin let out a loud sigh as he stood up and walked around the living room. He stared at his bandaged hand, the symbol of the Devil glowing so much that it could be seen through the cloth. This made him wonder why Jin didn't even notice it.

"Chim Chim, you're wasting time."

A sharp turn behind him, yet Jimin couldn't find the owner of the voice. There was no use of searching, actually, since Yoongi's voice was inside his head. Since Jimin really didn't give two shits at the moment, and didn't really care what the consequences were, he decided to ignore the Devil.

"Don't ignore me."

Jimin walked towards the table under the television, where framed photos were lined up neatly. Knowing that Jin was a neat freak, he wasn't surprised by this.

The closest picture had three people in it — Yoongi, Jin and himself — all standing in front of the Eiffel tower. Since Yoongi was from a well-off family, he decided to bring Jimin and Jin to Paris for a short vacation. Jimin slowly picked up the framed photo and reminisced the memory from a year ago.

"I can't believe you brought me with you two," Jin frowned, scrunching his nose, as he watched the two love birds — namely his best friend and said friend's boyfriend who enjoyed publicly displaying his affection a little too much — cuddle and whisper sweet words to each other. To avoid this cringe-worthy scene, Jin turned away and took a string photos with his trusty camera. He loved photography and wouldn't miss out a single opportunity of taking a wonderful photo.

"Don't be a salty pringle, Jin," Jimin chuckled as Yoongi rubbed his nose on his cheek. He jokingly pushed his boyfriend away and laughed at Jin's disgusted expression. "You're just bitter that we didn't bring Namjoon with us."

"Don't mention my boyfriend," Jin spat a bit too bitterly and looked up when he saw a pigeon passing by.

Click, click, click.

Jin smiled at the photos taken.

"Sorry, Jin, I'll make sure to bring him with us next time," Yoongi showed off his gummy smile, one arm over Jimin's shoulder and the other holding a half-eaten bagle. "That way you won't be a third wheel."

"Shut up," Jin covered his face with his camera, which turned slightly pink at the mention of his boyfriend, and took the chance to take a picture of the couple. It was a perfectly captured moment. Yoongi had his arm around Jimin, who in return was cupping the other's cheek with his hand. The two were smiling brightly at each other, their eyes filled with love.

Jin smiled once more. He was going to print and frame this photo. Jimin will love it, no doubt.

"Look!," Jimin pointed at something, a toothy smile on his face, making both Jin and Yoongi turn around. "Isn't that the Eiffel Tower?"

"It is!," Jin instinctively snapped around ten photos before turning towards the couple. Yoongi wa obviously surprised by how quick his hands were when it came to photography. "YoonMin, position yourselves."

"YoonMin?," Yoongi said with a frown as Jimin dragged hin across the park, their shoes making crunching noises as they stomped on the grass.

"It's your ship name," Jin licked his lips and used his fingers to estimate the angle. After telling Jimin to move a bit to the right, he gave a satisfied nod before fixing the tripod — which he had strapped to his back like some kind of guitarist. "Yoongi plus Jimin equals YoonMin."

"So you and Namjoon should be called NamJin then?," Yoongi mused, blurting out the first thought that entered his mind. Jimin praised Yoongi for coming up with such a nice ship name, the latter responding with a wide smile.

Jin stayed silent for a while before nodding. "NamJin... it has a good ring to it."

After setting the timer, Jin quickly ran to Yoongi and Jimin, throwing both his arms over their shoulders. He was the tallest of the three and always took the chance of making fun of their heights. Yoongi and Jimin held hands, their position with Jin forming into a heart. The camera's light started blinking rapidly. "Everyone say together forever!"

"Isn't that a bit cheesy?," Yoongi asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jimin playfully punched his shoulder. "Come on, Yoongi, just this once!"

"Fine," Yoongi smirked, having no will to decline, something that only happened when it came to Jimin.

"Together forever!"

Flash.

A tear fell from Jimin's cheek and on the framed picture, landing right next to Yoongi's smiling face. He collapsed on the floor, clutching the framed photo close to his chest and sobbed loudly. It didn't matter if Jin heard his cries, he didn't care.

Jimin missed Yoongi. He missed him so much. He wanted to feel Yoongi's touch again. He wanted to hear Yoongi whisper in his ear, his raspy voice and breath tickling him— satisfying him. He wanted to again see Yoongi's face next to him every time he woke up, that alone would motivate him to spend his day with great passion. He wanted to have the warm hugs that Yoongi gave him whenever he felt gloomy.

Nonetheless, Jimin wanted Yoongi back... but he was gone— all because of an accident, a very stupid accident.

"You can have him back."

Jimin froze at the voice that filled his ears. It was Yoongi's — no, Jimin hated how he always mistook it as his lover's — it was the Devil's voice. The human felt an aura behind him and there was a bit of weight on his shoulders and head. There were constant whiffs of breaths on his cheek. He looked down, seeing two black and smokey legs wrap around his waist.

Slowly, like a doll, Jimin turned to the side and faced the mirror hanging from the wall. The person — no, the Devil — was hugging him, his bony pale fingers digging into his shoulder blades, legs wrapped around his waist. His chin was resting on top of Jimin's head and he slowly started to stroke the human's cheeks. Thick black smoke surrounded the two.

Jimin almost thought that it was Yoongi hugging him — almost — then be saw the horns and tail.

"Poor child, I can feel your misery. You are doing this for your lover, are you not? What is holding you back?"

Yoongi's arm then wrapped around Jimin, who in turn held his arm and sobbed even more into his sleeve. In those few moments, being in the Devil's arms was strangely comforting. For a while, he forgot everything — almost everything.

"I— I can't kill—"

"Of course you can. Have you already forgotten our deal? You only need to kill Seokjin, then you'll have Yoongi back. Simple, right? You have nothing to lose."

Yoongi placed a knife in Jimin's hand, the latter staring at it with wide eyes. It was light, small enough to fit perfectly in his hands, as if it was made for him.

Jimin's eyes twitched. The knife shook in his hands as he trembled badly. He himself was unaware of the fact that he was slowly falling into madness.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

"Yes, Chim Chim?"

"Will we be together forever, like Jin said?"

"Of course we will, Chim Chim, don't be silly. Not even the strongest storm in the world can break us apart. We will be with each other through our hearts — not even distance can get in the way of our love."

Apparently, death did.

And Jimin finally snapped.

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A/N - I'm excited