Even though Yoongi was the devil himself, he still did not expect Jimin to suddenly laugh out loud, head thrown back and hands clutching his stomach. Yoongi stepped backwards as the human continued laughing, echoing in the apartment, and he didn't even care the slightest if Jin could hear his cackles.

"Jimin?," Yoongi whispered the name after a long moment of silence, his eyes glued to the back of the human's head.

Jimin slowly turned his head, the smile on his face resembling that of the Cheshire from Alice in Wonderland, teeth digging into his lips as his shoulders shook from his silent laughter. His eyes were shaking left to right, not being able to focuse on Yoongi's face, and it was obvious that he had finally turned insane. "Yes?"

With a chuckle, Yoongi smirked, once again successful in driving a human into madness. It was his specialty — he was the Devil, after all. "Did you change your mind?"

Instead of replying, Jimin stood up and cracked his knuckles, each step noisy as he walked towards Yoongi. Once he had stopped walking, his face was only inches from Yoongi, the closeness making the Devil feel very uncomfortable.

After seductively licking his lips, Jimin tiptoed — since Yoongi was floating about half a foot in the air — and pecked the Devil in the lips.

A millennium seemed to have passed before Yoongi finally pushed Jimin away from him, the human falling to the floor on his back with a loud thud. He growled, baring his fangs, eyes ink black and his hair turning into red flames. "What did you just do, human?"

"I kissed you," Jimin said it so simply, like an innocent child telling the obvious truth, and brushed the dust off his jeans as he stood up. He giggled and tilted his head, a bit amused by the Devil's reaction. "Sorry, I couldn't help it. You look so much like Yoongi that I thought you were him for a second."

Yoongi only snarled as he calmed himself down, his features becoming more human-like, remembering the deal he had offered to Jimin. Killing the human would instantly be a failure of the deal and the Devil would up dying as well, so he used all his power to stop himself from decapitating Jimin on the spot.

Although, Yoongi wondered why he didn't push Jimin away earlier. The sensation of lips pressed on his was familiar but he was sure that he didn't miss it. The feeling of Jimin's lips still lingered on his own and he hated how he — very slightly — actually liked it.

"You're right, though," Jimin's voice snapped Yoongi out of his thoughts. "About killing Seokjin. I have nothing to lose. If it's to get my dead boyfriend back, I'll do it."

"Good boy," Yoongi smirked as he twirled his fingers, black smoke floating above his palm, soon materializing into a knife. He passed it to Jimin, whose smile grew even wider once the weapon was placed in his hands. "You see how the blade is curled? Twist it after you stab him so the wound won't close. Oh, don't hurt his heart, remember our deal. If he tries to hurt you, I'll be watching to make sure he won't."

A few giggles rippled out of Jimin's throat like a wave before he hugged the knife close to his face, eyes closed and blade brushing over his cheeks. Yoongi smiled at the epitome of insanity that stood before him.

"You will look so good in Jin," Jimin whispered to the weapon and twirled the knife in his hands. "Thanks, Yoongz."

Yoongz. For a while, Yoongi was confused, then he looked into Jimin's thoughts and found out that it was a nickname for his dead human boyfriend. If it wasn't obvious enough, Jimin was in the border of reality and fantasy, and now he couldn't tell if he was staring at the real Yoongi or not.

Jimin held in his laughs by biting the inside of his cheeks as he slowly opened the door to the kitchen, Yoongi disappearing into the shadows behind him. Jin was silently chopping carrots for a stew, ignoring the presence behind him.

There was a few minutes of only Jin's chopping and Jimin's silent giggles before the younger boy finally shattered the silence: "Seokjin, I'm sorry."

Jin paused, turning around to meet Jimin's eyes, completely unaware of the knife hidden behind the younger's back.

"I was rude and ignorant, I'm sorry. Forgive me?," Jimin stuck out his bottom lip and pouted, making Yoongi — who was watching through the mirror across the kitchen — scoff at the action.

This instantly gave Jin bad vibes, since Jimin never agreed to do aegyo no matter how long he begged. Seeing him do it out of the blue strangely made Jin suspicious. "Jimin, are you alright?"

A burst of laughter sprung out of Jimin's mouth, shocking Jin and making him jump. "Do I look alright?"

Jin wasn't sure if it was a rhetorical question or not, but he couldn't answer after he noticed that Jimin's bandaged hand was coated in red liquid, the blood dripping down from his fingers and onto the tiled floor, leaving a puddle of red. Jimin didn't flinch at all, and it was unsure if he was ignoring the pain or if he didn't notice at all. "You're bleeding."

"Oh," Jimin blinked before tearing the bandage off his hand through his teeth, Jin instinctively grabbing his bandaged hand to stop him from inflicting wounds on himself.

Then, Jin noticed it. The glowing red symbol on Jimin's hand which was glowing through the blood coating his skin. Being a religious person himself, Jin instantly recognized the brand on his best friend's skin, releasing a yelp as he sprung backwards, accidentally knocking over some of the kitchenware on the countertop. "J-Jimin, what—"

"I've been a bad boy, Seokjin," Jimin giggled, head tilted as he watched Jin crumple to the floor after his knees gave out. He slowly walked towards the older boy and twirled the knife in his hands. Imagining the infinite ways of killing Jin brought a smile on Jimin's face. "I lied to you. I wasn't doing an experiment last night, I was busy summoning the Devil. He's so much better than this God, he actually can bring Yoongi back."

Jin crawled backwards until his back hit the wall. He maintained eye contact with Jimin, whose eyes were dark, completely void of any emotions. A wide smirk was spread across his face and he looked like he was actually enjoying how much Jin was suffering because of him.

Seeing Jimin like this wasn't that much of a surprise to Jin, since he knew that he would someday snap, due to the loss of his family and his boyfriend. He just didn't expect it to happen so soon. He also didn't even think that Jimin would wield a knife and have murderous intent. What's even scarier is that Jimin was willing to kill him, Jin could tell by his body language.

"He's afraid," Yoongi whispered — the Devil was standing in the middle of the room but only Jimin could see him — in Jimin's ear as they both watched Jin shakily grab a kitchen knife lying in front of him, making the human grin in sadistic pleasure. "I can feel it. He's dripping with fear."

"Perfect," Jimin purred and glanced at Yoongi through the corner of his eye before softly grazing the blade on his forearm, creating a thin line of blood. The Devil could tell that the human was developing some kind of blood kink. "It's just what I wanted."

"Jimin, l-let's talk about this," Tears were streaming down Jin's face and they were a result of both pity towards Jimin for losing his sanity and fear that he might lose his life at this very moment. He pressed his knees close to his chest and pointed his knife at Jimin to hopefully intimidate him but he was shaking so badly, that he looked pathetic. "P-Please, don't listen to what the Devil is saying! He's a liar. He's a fraud. Even if you kill me, he won't give you Yoongi! All he wants is your soul! All he wants is for you to suffer!"

Jimin merely tilted his head, not really understanding what Jin was trying to tell him. The only thing in his mind was his plan on how to kill Jin, which was a slow and torture-filled process that would satisfy him to the core. He didn't want an instant death for him, no, he wanted a dragged out and painful death. A few scratches, stabs, amputations, it was going to be beautiful. Maybe he could film it, just as something he could watch when he needed to scratch his itch.

"Seokjin's a liar," Yoongi whispered once more, pointed teeth poking his lips as he smirked, since there was some truth in Jin's words. Poor Jimin just hasn't realized how much deep shit he was currently in. He never would. After all, he was insane and the Devil loved it. "I care for you, my child. You will get your boyfriend back, cross my heart and hope to die."

Jimin giggled and faced Yoongi — which was strange in Jin's perspective since it looked like he was talking to air— before replying shortly with a sweet voice: "I know."

Then, Jimin faced Jin, a sadistic smile spreading across his face as he squatted down, becoming face to face with his older best friend. Jin wanted to swing his knife to defend himself, he really did, but he couldn't bear the thought of hurting Jimin, his best friend, even after he had turned insane.

Yoongi scoffed at Jin, disgusted at how such a pure and warm soul existed. He could see it. Each human's soul radiated a certain color based on their purity and Jin's was as white as snow. He hated it. He couldn't wait to take his damn soul and burn it in hell for all eternity. It would be so pleasing.

On the other hand, Jimin's soul was just as white in their first meeting, with a dash of purple — the color of malice. Now that he was insane, he was radiating a pure dark purple, a soul perfectly fit for the Devil and his kingdom.

Yoongi loved it. It was beautiful.

Jimin kept the smile on his face as he slowly lowered Jin's hands, taking the knife from him and tossing it across the kitchen floor. He pressed his own knife on Jin's throat, the tip barely breaking the surface of his skin. "You look so afraid, Seokjin. Don't be. The Devil will be with you down in Hell after I take your life."

Jin sobbed at Jimin's twisted words, his throat hurting every time he swallowed, due to the blade that was so close to stabbing him. Despite the fear, he managed to grab and squeeze Jimin's arm, the latter shooting him a look of confusion. "Jimin, please don't do this. Don't let the Devil corrupt you like this. Please... what would Yoongi say if he were here?"

Jimin blinked, Jin's words making him think for a while, before he glanced over his shoulder and faced Yoongi, who cocked his head to the side, gesturing that he hurry up and kill Jin. He smirked. "Yoongi is right there. He approves."

After a few seconds of being baffled by Jimin's words and watching his best friend raise the knife in the air to stab him, Jin's flight instinct kicked in, so he shoved Jimin to the floor by kicking his stomach with both of his feet before sprinting towards his apartment door. He wondered what Jimin said about Yoongi watching them, thinking the Devil was disguised as his deceased friend, but that thought alone terrified him and made his bones shiver.

So far, Jin had lost most of his hope in convincing Jimin to let him live. There was merely a minute chance for his sanity to come back and he doubted if ever will. If he wanted to live without harming Jimin, he had only one choice: Run and call for help.

Maybe some psychiatrists can help Jimin — that is, if the Devil spares his life.

When Jin finally reached the door, he stopped in his tracks. Someone was standing there, blocking the exit and staring at him with his dark chocolate eyes. He had blonde hair, bangs covering one side of his face, long black attire reminding him of seaweed. He was a tall man who definitely towered over Jimin and his head was close to brushing against the ceiling.

Jin's eyes welled up with tears at the sight of his boyfriend standing before him with a clueless expression, completely unaware of Jimin's descend into insanity and his attempted murder. "N-Namjoon."

Namjoon didn't utter a word, only opening his arms wide and gesturing at Jin to give him a big hug. So the older boy did, engulfing the taller male in a hug while sobbing in his chest, feeling comfortable at the littlest things; like Namjoon stroking his hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.

"It's okay, Seokjin. I'm here, you'll be alright," It almost sounded like Namjoon knew what was going on even though he didn't but Jin never noticed, since he was drowning in the comfort of how safe it felt in his boyfriend's arms.

For a moment, Jin forgot about all of his problems. He forgot about the now insane Jimin, who was leaning on the doorframe across the room and was watching him with much amusement, a wide cheshire cat like smile plastered on his face. He forgot about the Devil, who had strangely disappeared and was now nowhere to be seen, although Jimin knew exactly where he had gone. He forgot an extremely important fact about Namjoon, that he never called Jin by his real name, unless they were in a serious argument.

When Jin realized this, however, it was too late. He pulled away, trying to get away from whoever was disguised as his boyfriend, but Namjoon wrapped his arms around his waist a bit too firmly and forcefully held him in place.

"Let go of me," Jin hissed, his voice cracking at the fear, as Namjoon stared at him with a face void of any emotions. "You're not—"

Namjoon pressed a finger on Jin's lips, silencing him as his blank expression turned into something sinister. A smile slowly grew on his face, teeth turning into sharp fangs and bright skin turning grey and dead, wounds opening to thick maggots crawling out. Black ink spread across his pupils until they were pits of terrifying darkness. He leaned in towards Jin's frozen body and planted a soft kiss on his cheek before slowly whispering in his ear, his hot breath nearly giving his skin blisters. "That's right, Seokjin. I'm not Namjoon."

When Jin came back to his senses, he was staring at the Devil's horrifying decaying face and was being shoved backwards, grey clawed palms inches from his body. Instead of landing on the floor, however, Jin collided with another body. Then, he let out a gasp as a sharp pain jolted from his stomach and throughout his body.

Jin then fell to the ground and clutched his stomach, which was bleeding profusely. His bloody palms shook as he stared at them, dizzy because of all the pain and all the blood. His eyes shifted and focused on Jimin, who was staring at him with a smile, a bloody twist-bladed knife in his hand.

"It hurts, doesn't it?," Jimin pouted and sat on Jin, adding unnecessary pressure to the wound and making more blood spurt out. He leaned in, his lips brushing over Jin's, and spoke softly while he ran the blade over his cheekbone. "I know it does. You will have a slow and painful death, just the way I like it."

"J-Jimin, please, t-think about what you're doing—," Jin yelped when Jimin slashed his cheek, fresh blood flowing down his face and mixing with his salty tears. He never thought he would know how metallic tasting blood was and he never wanted to. "I-If you kill me, you'll become a criminal. You might bring Yoongi back to life b-but what will your life with him become?"

Jimin paused, his smile fading, realizing that Jin was right. If he did get Yoongi back after becoming a criminal, their relationship would be doomed. It would be as good as Yoongi remaining dead. It made him wonder if he was doing the right thing, even though he could no longer back down from his deal with the Devil.

Sensing Jimin's doubt and seeing a flicker of white in his soul's purple aura, Yoongi immediately stepped in and whispered in his ear, using a sort of charm-speak ability on the human. "It's worth it. Don't you want to see your boyfriend in the flesh, touch him, kiss him? Killing one person for the life of your lover... Think about it, the practicality of it all. This is your chance. Your only chance."

Jimin glanced at his branded palm before clenching it to a fist, the sickening smirk appearing on his face once again, making Jin's heart drop and shatter into a million pieces. "Yes, that's right. This is my only chance. Sorry, Seokjin, I guess your time has come and fortunately for me, it has fallen to my hands."

This was it. Jin knew that there was no way to convince Jimin to spare his life, since the Devil had complete control over him and now he was Satan's murderous puppet. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he thought about his lovely boyfriend Namjoon and how he could never send him a proper final goodbye.

Jimin was stabbing Jin over and over in a pattern, but the latter could barely feel the pain. His life was flashing before his eyes in a rhythmic fashion, however he saw no bright light, and he was horrified because he knew why. He saw he and Jimin playing video games in their high school days, saw himself cheering as Jimin accepted Yoongi's offer to become his boyfriend and felt the butterflies when he kissed Namjoon for the very first time.

It was all so beautiful. Indeed, Jin was going through the most beautiful moments in his life. He closed his eyes, mouth forming into a satisfied smile, as his life left his body and was consumed by darkness, falling into an eternal slumber.

At least, that's what it looked like. Yoongi already made the arrangements for Jin's soul.

Oh, how lovely.

A/N - Bye Jin 👋🏻