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I sat in front of the woman who had pointed a gun a Jimin, I dropped him off a home a while ago. I smiled at her and she glared at me. "That's no way to look at your host."

She grumbled under her breath thinking I couldn't hear her, but I could. Every word. "should have just put a bullet through him when I had the chance...." I pounced on top of her, my claws digging into her wrists. My eyes were wide as they glowed gold, a wide smile spread across my face as my fangs begged to rip into her.

I must have looked insane to her, I had no doubts she thought I was and she was right. I warm hand touched my back and I quickly looked over my shoulder, Touma's blank face greeted me. "Min Jee, don't let past memory's and experiences unhinge you, make you non-compos mentis."

(Non-compos mentis, Latin for not sane or not in one's right mind.)

"Do you know how hard it is to hold everything in Touma? I'm was a Yako, almost a nogitsune." He sighed and shook his head. "I don't. We've all been through things the other wouldn't be able to feel or understand, but we can't have you going back to the way you used to be." I stared at the floor and silently nodded, we both stayed there in silence before he walked away.

I turned back to the woman underneath me, the smile returned to my face. "Now... Where was I?" I leaned down and deeply inhaled, her scent filling my nose. She smelled disgusting, the scents of Greed, Envy, and jealousy radiated off her. I had to draw my face away because of how sickening her stench was. "Unlike the others, you touched Jimin... So I will not show you the mercy I showed them."

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Touma turned his head towards the door as I slowly closed it, muffling the screams coming from down the stairs. He slowly closed to book. "So. What did you do?" I sighed as I looked at one of the many drawings he had on the walls.

"An illusion of a Tsuchigumo, I saw that drawing as I walked in. One is outside of her cell slowly ripping apart the bars and trying to get to her, she told me everything fast but she touched Jimin so I'll keep it in there for a while." 

Touma nodded as he ran his fingertips over the surface of the book spines that rested on one of his many bookshelves. He slowly and carefully slid the book back into its place. "Jimin." he mumbled. 

I raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

"Jimin, you've been different ever since you meet him. The others tell me you rest and eat more, they also say you have been frowning less." I ran my fingers over the spines of the books, feeling the braille and stopped when I found the book I was looking for 'Human: Park Jimin'.

I slowly started to pull it out when Touma's hand stopped mine. "I haven't written anything in there yet, I don't know him well enough to accurately write about him." When Touma likes or is interested in someone he would write a book describing them and good memory's they had together.

Touma mostly wrote these about humans because they usually die in the span of one hundred years, which is inconvenient. "You know Touma... You never told me why you make these books." He walked back over to his chair and sat down, he had this way of sitting it was lazy but intimidating. "All humans I know that I wrote a book on except Jimin are dead, I suppose its a way to keep them living on in something other than my memory's."

I nodded at his thoughtful answer, there was a moment of silence between us before he started speaking again. "Has Jimin told any of his friends about us?" I shook my head. "Don't believe so."

"If he does what will you do? It's been a long time since we've been in this situation, you've kept Jimin around longer than any other human." I searched his face for any clues of hidden emotions but like usual there was none.

"If Jimin thinks they're trustworthy enough to tell them then I will trust his judgment." He slowly nodded at my response. 

"Well, I'll be back later Min Jee. Take care of the mess you've made downstairs while I'm gone." 

~Jimin's POV~

The silence in my room was so thick it couldn't even be cut by the sharpness in Jin hyungs worried voice. "Jimin.. are you okay?" He voice was soft even though it was hard to hear through the door.

I stayed staring at the wall as he slowly opened the door, the bed moved as he sat down beside me. "Jimin, are you feeling okay?" I slowly shook my head, Jin Hyungs gentle hand rested on my shoulder. "What's wrong Jimin?"

I stared at the wall for a while, opening and closing my mouth over and over again until the words finally came out. "I think I l-"