SATAN | m.yg & k.th

-9-

Then he pulled away and for a moment... his eyes were vivid red.

He turned away from me too fast for me to have proof against him.

But that wasn't Taehyung.

He doesn't have red eyes.

Only Satan does.

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     I tapped my foot impatiently, my buttocks comfortably sitting on the couch in my apartment. 

"Where is he?" I whispered under my breath as my fingers were nervously scratching my phone case.

A few moments later a knock was heard from the outside of my front door. My head swung, and with a lightning speed I opened up.

"JIMINIE," I exclaimed right after my eyes landed on his soft figure in front of me. Hoseok behind him, holding a wet umbrella.

"Mommy," he whispered in my ear as I hugged him. 

I chuckled, and pulled him a way. "It's become quite awkward yeah? Just call me Y/N from now on."

He almost frowned, but instead decided to deceive me that he was OK with my request. 

I let him in, and before Hoseok could do anything, I turned to him.

"Hobi. Can I talk to him for a minute? Thank you for bringing him," I faked my niceness, but did not fake my gratefulness. 

He did not make any expression nor worded any phrase before his body disappeared down the hallway.

I closed the door, and turned my attention to a small smiling Jimin in my living room.

"I have missed you," I spoke, reaching my arm out to pet him. He was only a bit shorter than me. We were about the same height really. 

His hair was soft, and his skin looked glossy. Like always.

"Y/N...," he tried to murmur. It didn't sound typical coming from him. "Teacher.." 

I giggled as he was struggling to find a comfortable calling.

"Y/N, I feel really sad without seeing you at school everyday. They even cancelled your class. I have to take Psychology instead and I swear I do not care for it," he released his built up pressure with a raise of his voice.

I led him to the couch, and had him sit next to me-facing me.

"Tell me more, baby," I said as I held his hands truly caring about what I've missed out on.

He felt comfortable in my touch and proceeded releasing what was on his mind.

"Jeon Jungkook is bothering me, he keeps flirting with me and I'm not stupid. I know he is making fun of me! He keeps acting like you... calling me babyboy, and little baby, and he is always somehow finding things out!" 

His cheeks became red and he looked down at my hands cupping his.

"What things, Jiminie?" I softly questioned him.

"I-, " he paused and looked at me, "I wanted to forget about you, because I felt really mad that you were ending your affair with me. So I-" 

He coughed a bit before proceeding, "I thought it would help me if I mess around with someone else, and it was another teacher...but male.." 

My heart tightened, but I had not felt heartbroken yet.

"Who...," I ask.

"Mr. Yoongi..." 

As he spoke his name out loud... something in my brain clicked.

"Mr. Yoongi? There is a team member in this building named Min Yoongi," I told him. "What does the teacher you hooked up with look like?" 

"About your height, Ms. Y/N. Blonde hair? It's bleached. He is rather skinny, and has a kinda deep voice.." 

Something about that description made me think of someone.

Satan. 

"Jimin. As crazy as this might sound.... does Mr. Yoongi have... red eyes? Does he possess your body and make you become numb?" 

Jimin's eyes widened. 

He dropped my hands.

"Do you know whats even crazier, Y/N?" 

All of a sudden, Jimin's expression became dark. 

His skin whitened, the temperature of his body became hot...

He stood up, and walked around me.

"Jimin?"

His aura completely changed.

He laughed behind me.

His laugh echoed through the room. 

I became scared. Tense. Powerless.

"It's crazy how... "

His voice was still the same but did not sound the way he usually would. I had a bad feeling.

I got up from the couch and faced him.

His lips widened and he revealed his teeth. 

That wasn't a genuine smile. That was an evil smile.

"He is right in front of you right now, Y/N."

His voice was deep. Doubled. Demonic.

Satan it was.

Satan again.

Jimin was gone right in front of my eyes.

Jimin's figure floated in the air. His eyes became glowing red. 

"Do you want me?" He spoke.

My brain was confused. It wasn't Jimin, but it did not look like Satan.

I felt controlled again. I felt vulnerable looking at Jimin in front of me.

"Yes, I want you," my mouth spoke for me.

On the inside I was begging for Jimin to come back, but he was gone.

And it reminded me how.

Taehyung wasn't Taehyung either.

It's all Satan.

It's all him.

The world doesn't exist anymore. 

He possessed everybody. 

Even my little Jimin.

Hoseok? 

"Hoseok-ah," I worded out, walking backwards towards the door. I caught myself off guard. I knew he was controlling me. I can't let him control me.

"Hobi, " my voice was shaking. My body was looking for him. Feelings of regret for sending him away were filling me up.

Satan's form didn't overtake Jimin's body.

I still saw... red glowing eyes in the face of an innocent boy.

But soon later.

It all became dark.