grim ; yoonmin [original]

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SCYTHE felt more exuberant than he had ever felt before, and it was all from the knowledge that yoongi may have a thing for jimin.

"will your daddy approve though?" scythe taunted, knowing just how to poke at yoongi. "after all," it continued, "he still isn't very fond of seokjin's choices."

"who cares about what he thinks." yoongi grumbled from where he sat on his bedroom floor.

he was slumped against the sliding glass door that led to the balcony, wrapping himself in the curtains.

"you're such a child grim," scythe sighed. "stop being such a quivering dick and go tell your father about jimin."

yoongi stayed silent.

"it isn't like he sent those demons after your toy. you heard what your brother said—he was found. the demons were after him, not jimin. your dad won't care about some mortal anyway; as long as you didn't fall for an angel again—"

scythe was cut off by yoongi's low growl. "he isn't my brother, and i told you to not bring up the past." his voice gurgled in his throat with something menacing and warning.

"like i said," scythe's voice was the same as before; uncaring, "a child."

"i'll send your annoying ass back to purgatory you ungrateful little shit." by the time yoongi finished his threat, the presence of his companion was no longer felt.

this pissed yoongi off even more. he couldn't stand when the scythe became dormant in the middle of his sentences.

the silence fell upon his ears heavily and his mind went back to jimin. he hated how in boredom the boy would on his mind. he hated that in any circumstance jimin was always a thought he was drawn back to.

he decided to go out. to not think about jimin today, or the way his lips felt, or how his body molded into his.

he had been so preoccupied with jimin in the last month that he hadn't really gone out to have fun; to satisfy his needs.

closing his eyes, he rolled his neck in a slow motion to stretch it. upon opening his eyes again, the entirety was nothing but a depthless abyss of black.

his hair wild in curls and waves, his stature becoming more lean and elegant. wings with jagged feathers sprung out wide from between his shoulder blades.

his lips curled in a snarl-like smile; animalistic and unnerving. he ran his tongue along the sharp row of fangs that replaced his normally dull teeth. a chuckle, low and bone-chilling, alluring and provoking, rumbled in his chest.

tonight, no one was safe.

because min yoongi was now the grim reaper.

because he'd been slacking on his job for quite a while.

because he hadn't let his demonic side loose since the night at park jimin's apartment.

but most of all, because he had a lot of pent up frustration, and the only way to rid of it was to steal some hearts.

literally.

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THE BTS TEASER VID STOLE MY HEART

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