grim ; yoonmin [original]

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JUNGKOOK and namjoon strode behind yoongi on either side of him; jungkook on his left and namjoon on his right. the three of them were dressed for an event of high status. jungkook's deep navy, velvet-textured vest made him feel as sauve as he looked. the young demon's dark hair glinted from the soft lights above.

namjoon, on the other hand, had his hands casually stuffed into the pockets of his neatly tailored pants. they were dark like just like the other two boys he was with. the vest-jacket he wore seemed black, but in reality was a dark maroon color that was only noticeable with his movements under the light.

yoongi was the only one of the three who was decked in complete darkness. the jacket he wore had gold detailing, but aside from that, everything else was black.

the three kept their conversation to a minimum as they moved down the hall. they were attending a meeting regarding the handling of souls. the two demons didn't have to be present since they weren't reapers, but it was rare to see them not accompanying their eldest friend somewhere.

jungkook secretly had a stash of chocolate in his pants for when he'd eventually get bored. most of the time, it was namjoon who'd tag along, but jungkook didn't feel like being left alone today.

he also found no fun in pestering people if he didn't have company or an audience. "just keep to yourself and don't piss off my father," yoongi had instructed to the younger. it wasn't like jungkook had never attended a meeting like this, but yoongi always felt the need to remind him of the same thing:

don't piss off satan.

"sure thing keeper of all souls." he saluted with two fingers.

they reached ornate, large double doors decorated in brass and silver. the strength yoongi had permitted him easy access in opening the doors with nothing out a gentle shove.

the doors gave way and light from inside the room poured out into the hall they were still standing in. "your highness." the beings from inside the room all stood from where the sat at the long rectangular table. they bowed to yoongi before taking a seat once again.

his eyes lazily scanned the room before falling on his father who sat at the head of the table. their eyes locked momentarily, and yoongi knew this would be a long night.

"tae, oh my god." jimin gasped, grabbing the young male by the shoulders to position him into a standing position. taehyung, who was previously doubled over in searing pain, whipped his head up at jimin. "my nose is in my brain!" taehyung cried, his hands flying up to his injured nose.

blood proceeded to flow down his nose and over his lips, grossing jimin out way too much. "why are you so clumsy?" jimin grabbed taehyung by the wrist and dragged him over to the bathroom. he ran the faucet with hot water, telling tae to clean himself up. he then grabbed a rag from the small closet in the bathroom and held it up to his friend's nose. "apply pressure." he commanded, tae's hand stained in his own nose blood.

"don't insult me, i'm crippled." taehyung's words were muffled by the cloth that covered half of his face. "it's just your nose you spaz." with this, jimin slapped the middle of his back.

he'd turn around for a split second before taehyung had slipped and banged his head on something. "i told you so many times to not ride the hover board in your house," jimin began to scold him, "you have hardwood floors. how daft can you be?"

"apparently daft enough to smell my brain." taehyung rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear jimin chastise him since he'd only do this again; just when the other wasn't present.

"i wasn't aware you had one of those."

"i'm walking upright aren't i?"

"barely."

the two pettily argued back and forth, which wasn't anything new. one of them was always doing something dumb, often resulting in insults to arise.

"i may not have a brain, but i can give you brain." tae's flirty comment caught jimin of guard. "shut up before you choke on your own blood." he mumbled.

tae knew he could win any argument with jimin if he said something that would make him blush. "it's my nose that's bleeding, not my mouth." taehyung checked his nose again in the mirror to see if it was still running red.

he sighed when he noticed the bleeding hadn't stopped, but it was slowing down.

"and now i have confirmation that you don't have a brain, because if you did, you'd know your nose and mouth have connecting channels." jimin's voice was smug and he smirked widely watching taehyung suffer in the mirror.

"nerd." tae scoffed, holding back another inappropriate comment that may or may not have to do with sucking someone off.

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