grim ; yoonmin [original]

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(i couldn't help it! i had to update twice, i just love this story so much okok)

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"I want to make him dinner," yoongi whined. "i want to watch him stuff his cute cheeks with my bomb ass food. i want to see him smile at how flavorful my cooking is, despite the fact that all i normally cook is nothing. you know, since i eat souls."

currently, yoongi was in his room in nothing but a pair of striped boxers, complaining to his scythe.

"but at the same time, i want him to straddle me and wrap his pretty, plump lips around my—"

yoongi pouted when he was cut off. "you gross child," his scythe answered back. "i don't want to hear about your disgustingly human fantasies." the object's voice was heavy in yoongi's head.

"but i always listen to yours." he continued to whine like a child.

"about wanting to be in my true form again? that isn't exactly human-like, since those creatures can't shape-shift." his beloved weapon's voice sounded.

yoongi's scythe was a sentient being. he's been with it for centuries now, so the fact is no longer weird to him. it speaks, and feels, and needs. like everything else, his scythe was a being, too. the only difference was that it was cursed to yoongi.

"i promise you, if we ever cross kim seokjin again, you're wielding my blade through his neck." the weapon hissed, the voice echoing in his mind and about the room. the sound was all around him, but there was no particular place to pinpoint where it came from. it was just there.

"that's a bit violent." yoongi clicked his tongue at the top of his teeth and the beginning of the roof of his mouth. he was still pacing about his room with the curtains of his large windows drawn closed so no one saw him.

"i'm a fucking weapon." the scythe deadpanned, causing a small smile to settle on yoongi's face.

"anyways," he ignored the comment, "if you killed jin, you'd have no way to revert back to your true self." he reasoned, reminding the weapon on why seokjin was to remain alive even if the scythe loathed him.

the rule is that the warlock who cursed you would be the only one to undo the magic casted upon you. at least, that was what every magical being yoongi had spoken to said.

"when i'm no longer a blade of sexy destruction, i'm tearing into seokjin's ass." said his scythe.

"kinky," yoongi smacked his lips, "but back to my issue; you know, what really matters, since it's the only realistic problem at the moment." he could feel the annoyance from his scythe. "i want to destroy park jimin. i've only met him like, what, three times?"

"boy can you not count?"

"fine, then how many times have we met?"

"i don't keep up with your life like that, sorry."

"what? we're literally always in each other's presence. you shrink into some kind of trinket when you're not needed. are you stupid?"

"i'm a weapon."

yoongi huffed in annoyance at the conversation since it was no help to his situation. "but scy-fi." yoongi whined again and stomped his foot like a child.

"how many times do i have to tell you to not call me that god forsaken nickname? and please, stop whining, you're literally death. do better."

he hated how sassy his scythe could be. it was no fun being out-assholed since it was yoongi's trademarked thing. being sarcastic and borderline insane was the only thing keeping him from constant boredom as an immortal.

"tell me how to deal with jimin." yoongi sat on his floor even though he had several other places to sit in the room; the floor just seemed more comfortable.

"kill him?" the scythe advised. "you're dumb." yoongi narrowed his eyes at his weapon that laid at his feet before him. a deep chuckle rang in his ears. his weapon's voice was an octave deeper than his—he was jealous. his scythe had a voice that could turn you on and scare you simultaneously; a power yoongi soon hoped to achieve.

"i'm kidding sugar," he knew it wasn't. he and his weapon had only gone through this once as yoongi being an immortal creature. "all i can say is not to fall in love with a human again." the weapon advised almost sounding motherly.

"i'm not in love with park jimin," yoongi rolled his eyes. "he just has a nice ass and hammy thighs."

"are you hungry?" his scythe asked, since yoongi brought up ham. it predicted that yoongi was hungry, or just had a kink for thighs, and maybe some thigh biting. the weapon wouldn't be surprised. for having lived as long as yoongi has, you need to shake things up once in a while.

but at the suggestion of food, yoongi's stomach caved. he finally ate, at his dad's persistance, but it wasn't what he wanted.

at the meeting, when seeing his son was practically starved, his father forced him to eat the souls of three demons in the room. yoongi obliged after putting up a small fight. he didn't want to anger his father, even if they had major differences regarding how he chose to live his "life".

the weapon grew mischievous, knowing yoongi was unsatisfied, and wanting to have some fun.

"i wonder what your little toy tastes like." it mused.

"he isn't a member of block b," yoongi gritted his teeth, trying not to imagine just how good jimin might taste.

the weapon continued it's taunting. "maybe savory, maybe sweet?" it's voice swirled in yoongi's head, emitting a deep purple color, showing yoongi it was attempting to sound sensually pleasing. "what do you think yoongi?"

yoongi hadn't answered. instead, he shut his eyes and tried to even his breathing. the scythe knew if this was any other person, yoongi wouldn't have attempted to control himself. that's what made this all the more fun, however. the weapon wanted to play with yoongi and jimin, and what better way to do that than speed up the process of their soon meeting?

"do you think he tastes as good as he smells?"

at the last question, yoongi's eyes snapped open showing nothing but all black. his teeth had sharpened noticeably and he could feel the tips against his tongue.

everything about yoongi was different when he was in his true form. his hair was a bit more wild and curled, his tongue longer and slightly more rough like a snake's. he even grew considerably taller, since no one was afraid of a pocket-sized grim reaper.

the vast, dark wings sprung from his back, and knocked something down in the process. but yoongi disregarded the broken lamp, not even really noticing it. his scythe was excited at the scene, knowing yoongi couldn't hold back any longer.

"it's time to see your little jiminie, grim."

and yoongi was but a blur.

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i legit think the scythe is my favorite character so far o k a y