COLD

33: C

Yoongi searched the whole cafeteria, unable to find the duo.

"Have you found them?" Seokjin asked over the phone. "Should we go in to the Plane?"

"I... I don't know."

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Mammon rubbed his hands together in glee, Hoseok sitting next to him.

"This is a wonderful turn of events, Hobi. Just wonderful." He said, grinning.

"I hope he chooses the correct path," Hoseok sighed. "He has suffered enough.'

"I think he'll kill them all. He has grown cold, after all that torture he had to go through."

"No, there's always a chance. A chance that he'll make the right decision. But now, we have a bigger issue to handle."

Mammon shook Hoseok's arm, pouting.

"Bring me along too, I'm bored up here."

"Just don't do anything stupid, so anything that you would do."

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Jimin stayed still, enjoying the warm of embrace of his love. His eyes were closed, the scent of soft blankets filled his nose.

"Kookie? We need to wake up," he whispered.

"No, stay with me. We'll sleep in." Was the answer he got.

He nodded, snuggling into Jungkook's chest. He felt safe in his arms, he felt at home.

"Jimin? Jimin, open your eyes."

Jimin peeked through his eyelids. That voice... It sounded familiar. A figure was squatting next to the bed that he was on.

Fully opening his eyes, Jimin blinked rapidly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light.

It was Jungkook.

Startled, he turned around, realising it wasn't Jungkook, however it was a skeleton hugging him, two boney arms wrapping around his waist. Screaming, he pushed the skeleton away, its bones rattling.

"What the fuck?" He slid off the bed, brushing at his stomach. "Jungkook, what the fuck was that?"

"Oh, I'm not Jungkook, I'm Mammon. Remember? That demon that tried to kill your friends for my survival. I just look like your boyfriend." Mammon replied nonchalantly. "But I do say, I look rather dashing in this form, right?"

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, how are you feeling now?" He asked, placing a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "It's been a while since you slipped into that coma of yours."

"Are you going to wake me up?"

"No, not yet. It's too soon. If you wake up now, you'll die, instantly. I'm just here to clarify some things."

"What things?"

"Tell me more about Kim Taehyung."

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Namjoon groaned uncomfortably, stretching his arms. He opened his eyes slowly, to see Seokjin, dressed in a pink housemaid's outfit, complete with fishnet stockings. A pink bow sat on top of his head, matching his soft pink locks.

"Oh my, what a sight," he muttered, pulling Seokjin into his arms. "What's with the costume, baby?"

Seokjin didn't reply, spinning around, his ass in clear view. Namjoon smiled, snaking his arms around his waist, hands resting on Seokjin's ass.

"I didn't expect this."

Namjoon spun around, seeing Hoseok standing at the doorway, a hand over his eyes. The skin on Seokjin began to melt, the clothes falling off. Shouting, Namjoon leaped away and watched as he turned into a pile of bones and dust.