The Devil and his husband

The only chapter

This is inspired by "The Judge" from Twenty One Pilots. You see some song lyrics in there, in case you wonder and above you can listen to the song. But now, enjoy!

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3rd Person P.O.V:

Jimin heard someone singing. He corrected himself, it was rapping. Strangely he wanted to follow the voice. He ended up looking crack of an old door into a small flat. Inside he saw someone. He looked like someone who could beat you up any second, but the boy sounded so sad while rapping his song. His light blue hair covered his eyes a little bit, but as he suddenly stood up from his embryo-sitting position it moved and Jimin had a look at those brown, nearly black eyes. Nevertheless, it seemed like he didn't want to be disturbed so Jimin decides it would be better to just leave. Fastly. But as soon as he moved one bit, the guy turned his head in his direction and came closer. Suspiciously he opened the door fully and looked at the smaller boy. Even faster the latter wanted to run, but the rapper already stood in front of him and looked down on, seeing Jimin in his lightly crouched posture. Innocently the blond looked up to the blue-haired and thought that his life was over now. He said: "You're the judge, set me free." To this sentence the black-eyed tilted his head in amusement, and Jimin felt like the boy was looking directly into his soul and he started freezing. They stayed in the exact same position for a while and the smaller felt more and more uncomfortable, but he couldn't move one bit. Finally, the stranger walked away and left him behind, after shutting the door. Strangely he seemed disappointed. At least that was what he thought and even stranger was that Jimin felt guilt in his veins. Shaking his head, he made his way home, he didn't want to think about this encounter.

However, he couldn't resist going back there the next day, even though he knew it was risky to see a stranger again which he didn't know one bit. As he arrived and looked through the door lock, he noticed that the small room seemed darker. Only three out of the four lights were working, the last was only flickering. Further he noticed that only four bulbs weren't many for a flat. Jimin brushed of the thought. This was still a cheap neighbourhood, so it probably wasn't unusual. Since no one seemed to be here, he headed out, down the road southbound. At least that was what the blonde thought, he had never been good in Geography, so he wasn't very sure of the cardinal directions. He thought back of last night and started wondering about himself more and more. Normally he had a big mouth and wasn't shy to show that, but he realised that he only had hidden behind it all his lifetime. Of course, he had by now noticed that his doubts were always with him, but he never thought of it that clearly. Furthermore, he felt like he was finally understanding himself, but not in a good way so he thought: "Wow, I probably should've stayed inside my house."

With that in his mind he headed home and went to bed immediately. He didn't know why, but he was extremely tired. He fell asleep and suddenly he dreamed about being in a throne room. Jimin heard himself begging: "Set me free!" He imagined himself being chained up and his mind struggling between surrender and revel. Suddenly the image started to change. From the normal boy he was he changed more and more into a demon. He saw the boy again. And a name flashed into his mind. Yoongi. Just mentioned stood in front of him and smiled. Yoongi had a crown on his head and looked satisfied. All sort of creatures were around them. Wait. It seemed like a marriage. Helpless he watched as the blue-haired took another crown from sort of a vampire, Jimin wasn't sure and placed it on his head. Just as the king bented down to kiss him, he woke up his heart beating faster as usual.

Breathing hardly he made his way to his kitchen. He was so in his thoughts about his dream that he never realised the opened window. After he drank a glass of water he turned around and had the shock of his life. Yoongi or at least the boy he saw rapping yesterday stood there with a knife in his hand. That was all Jimin could remember.

As soon as he woke up, he looked around anxious. He was dead. Panicking he looked around and noticed the rich bedroom. Suddenly the door opened and the dream-yoongi guy came in. Oh no. A damn nightmare. The guy smiled and said: "Finally you're back. ... Oh, I probably should explain this to you." He waited until Jimin nodded and then spoke further: "Look, I know it must sound crazy for your human brain, but we two are actually married for 159 years. I'm the devil and you're my husband. But a few years ago, twenty-one to be exact, I fell for a trap and you were taken away from me. I had to find you in the human world again. But seems like, you found me before. Sadly, I realised that you couldn't remember me, so I had no choice rather than to kill you, without you knowing. So... welcome back home babe." And with that it hit Jimin. He remembered his time down here and even his life before that ended in 1860. He remembered his struggles with fitting in, how he hated Yoongi but in the end loved. And with that he started smiling while looking at him, bunted forward only to whisper in his ear: "Where's my crown?"

The End.

AN: Or not completely. Shall I write another story of them both meeting the first time in 1860 and all their struggles back then?