COLD

7: S

As Jimin tried to piece together the truth, he realised something.

Jongdae was an Incubus.

Incubus needed at least 2 bullets to the head in order to die.

Shit.
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In the garage, Taehyung placed the dead body in a body bag and doused it with gasoline. He turned around to grab the lighter and turned back to find Jongdae standing in front of him.

Jongdae, dripping with gasoline, grabbed Taehyung's neck and squeezed tightly. He dropped the lighter and pulled against Jongdae's grip, but he was too strong.

Suddenly, Jimin burst in, his gun in his hand.

Jongdae twisted Taehyung around so that he faced Jimin.

"Let Taehyung go, you filthy Incubus!"

"You think I'm an Incubus? I'm much better, Park Jimin," Jongdae spat. "I'm The Incubus, Asmodeus. Try to kill me, human."

Taehyung let out a choked yell but Jongdae squeezed harder.

"Stop, let him go. I'll give you my soul." Jimin raised his hands, surrendering.

Jongdae snickered, shaking his head.

"Too late, now I just want you dead."

He turned his head and dragged his tongue up Taehyung's cheek. He tilted his head away but Jongdae increased the pressure on his neck.

"Such a nice meatsuit you have, you mind if I take it?"

Jimin realised Jongdae wanted to possess Taehyung and aimed his gun at Jongdae.

"Do anything of such and we'll see what's faster, you or a bullet."

Jongdae's free hand travelled down Taehyung's chest and continued downwards. Taehyung's eyes widen and he struggled furiously in his arms.

"Let's see about that."

Jimin's finger rested on the trigger, the barrel staring straight in between Jongdae's eyes.

At that moment, Jongdae suddenly pushed Taehyung down onto the floor, connecting his mouth with his.

Startled, Jimin fired, but he missed and the bullet grazed Jongdae's back. He rushed to the two and tugged him off Taehyung but it was too late. A black cloud had left Jongdae's mouth and into Taehyung's body.

Jimin watched as Taehyung jerked and twisted on the floor, reacting to the sudden intrusion. His eyes shot open and his iris melted into his cornea, filling his whole eye with an inky black. His iris glowed bright red, which stood out against his black cornea.

Jimin jumped on Taehyung, pressing his gun on his forehead.

"You get your demonic ass out of my friend," Jimin threatened, but the now possessed Taehyung just laughed sinisterly in response.

"You won't kill your friend."

Taehyung's voice was now split into two, his own and a deep harsh, distorted one.

"But I can do this." Jimin twirled his gun around and used the hilt of the gun to knock Taehyung unconscious.

"I need help to exorcise him, but who would help me?" Jimin thought out loud. His eyes travelled to a fallen photo frame and he picked it up. He turned it around and glass pieces fell off the frame.

It was an image of him and Yoongi kissing at midnight on New Year's Day.

Jimin knew who to call.