The Ritual + myg, pjm

Two

That very night, after having a meal with Jin, Jimin broke into the university's chapel. Not wanting a priest to interrupt him and land his ass in jail, he made sure that all entrances were locked. He prepared for the worst and left one of the exits open, just in case he needed to run out in terror.

Jimin wasted no time. The article stated that he had to do something disrespectful to God, so he meddled with all the crosses until he was sure that all their tips were facing the ground. He even brought a can of spraypaint and vandalized all the holy images in the chapel.

A warm feeling suddenly bloomed in Jimin's chest. He looked around; at the neatly lined chairs, shiny windows and at the spotless, golden altar. To him, everything looked too clean.

Jimin clenched his fists. This mess wasn't enough to satisfy the Devil.

Now Jimin was glad that he brought a baseball bat in case he needed a weapon. A million curse words swirled in his head as he slowly walked towards the priest's table. It was so tidy, so neat, that he was itching to just make it a little dirty.

Jimin swung the bat with overwhelming force. The table split into two, wood splinters flying as it did. He kept swinging and swinging until the table was nothing more than a stack of crushed wood. He even stomped on it a few times because of the adrenaline rush he was in.

He laughed as he continued doing this to the other tables and chairs. He laughed as he gobbled up all the holy bread and threw the wine bottle across the room. He laughed as he climbed the altar and smashed Mother Mary's face with his bare fists, not caring about how much they were bleeding.

To Jimin, there was no God. If there really was one, then he was abondoned by God.

The warm feeling in Jimin's chest, which he figured was anger, disipated at the scene of the wrecked chapel. He sighed and ruffled his hair, wondering what went over him to become so destructive. He wasn't a violent person, no, he thought he wasn't a violent person.

A few minutes passed and Jimin was all set for the ritual.

Lit red candles? Check.

A red string looped around the mirror? Check.

A circle of salt on the floor, him and the mirror inside? Check.

A vandalized and not to mention trashed chapel? Double check.

Timer? Che--- wait.

Jimin couldn't believe that he almost forgot to bring out his clock, the most important item in the ritual. His time with the devil was only limited, sixty-six minutes and six seconds to be exact, and if he exceeded that... it would literally be hell for him. It was the same if he looked away from the mirror after summoning the devil. According to the article, his soul would be taken. He definitely didn't want that to happen.

After timing himself, Jimin sat cross-legged in front of the mirror and chanted the devil's name in his head. He wasn't nervous at all, he was actually excited -- not because he was going to meet Satan but because he had a chance to bring Yoongi back... finally.

An hour seemed to have passed but the devil still did not show himself to Jimin. The boy was starting to get impatient, so he chanted the name more aggressively, more desparately. He even buried that slight fear in his anger and began taunting the devil. He wanted to get this over with, he wanted to get Yoongi back, he wanted to---

"What do you want?"

Jimin realized that his eyes were closed upon hearing the voice. The atmosphere tensed and the temperature dropped. He broke into cold sweat, feeling nervous all of a sudden, and swallowed dryly. He fidgeted in his place, not being able to sit still any longer. Just imagining what the devil looked like already made goosebumps crawl all over his skin.

"Are you going to say something or not? You don't have much time you know."

With that, Jimin mustered up all of his courage and opened his eyes.

Oh, how he wished he didn't.

Jimin did not expect the devil to go this far.

The Devil was sly and would do anything to make you look away from the mirror.

Instead of seeing a red man with pointed teeth and a pitchfork, Jimin saw an extremely pale man in the reflection. The man had pink hair and was wearing casual clothes -- a pair of jeans and a plain white tee. If it wasn't for the pointed red tail behind the man and the twin black horns sticking out of his hair, Jimin would've thought that he was actually a person.

A person who looked exactly like Yoongi.

"You're really getting on my nerves," Yoongi -- no, the Devil -- said with crossed arms as he stared at Jimin with his pitch black eyes. "If you hadn't done such a good job in thrashing the chapel, I would have already killed you."

Jimin's eyes were glued to the mirror. The devil had done such a good job in pretending to be Yoongi, even the clothes were what they were the last time he was alive... but he knew he shouldn't give in. He was already in shock after finding out that the ritual was indeed real, he should at least try to cover his hesitation. "Hello... I'm... here to ask a few questions."

The Devil, no, Yoongi, no... The Devil smirked upon sensing Jimin's flustered state, revealing his pointed teeth. "Hm... Jimin, is it? I want you to call me Yoongi, is that okay?"

The Devil was mad and will make sure that you will feel uncomfortable during the whole ritual.

Jimin cursed in his head. One of the rules was that he shouldn't say no to the Devil's requests, unless he was being asked to do a dare. Indeed, the Devil was sly. "Of... of course it is... Yoongi."

Yoongi's smile widened, fully exposing all of his pointed teeth. The smile was full of malice and it made a shiver run down Jimin's spine. "Now, Jimin, what do you want to ask me?"

Jimin shook at how well his name rolled from Yoongi's tongue. He cleared his throat and adjusted his position. With the current situation, his mind suddenly went blank. What was he going to ask? Yoongi was basically in front of him, not alive, but it was close. He suddenly wasn't interested in his future anymore, he just wanted to stare at Yoongi for the rest of his life.

"Seeing that you're little brain still hasn't processed what has happened, why don't I make a suggestion?," Yoongi stroked his chin, the mischievous smirk not leaving his face, and swung his tail around. "We'll play a game. I ask you a question, followed by you asking me a question, so on, so forth. If you tell me the truth, I'll tell you the truth as well. If you lie, then I'm free to do as I wish."

Jimin did not like the sound of that but, alas, he couldn't say no. He wanted to hope for the best but he couldn't, not when it was about the Devil. "Of course it is."

"I knew you'd say that. They all do."

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A/N - Poor Jimin, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into.