BTS One Shots

Yoonmin • Summoned Pt.1

"Hyung...I'm scared" Jimin whispered, grasping onto Namjoon's sleeve like his life depended on it.

His eyes were squeezed shut. Almost as tightly as he was squeezing Namjoon's arm.

"Stay inside of the circle and you'll be fine" Namjoon deadpans. He was unamused by Jimin's reaction by everything. Jimin wanted to be here and watch. This was all Jimin's idea.

Namjoon practiced necromancy often but rarely anything like this. Never in his own home either. Jimin offered his room to be used for this, because of how skeptical he was, he truly didn't believe anything would happen.

But any brave and skeptical bone in his body had just been ripped away from him.

As Namjoon flipped through his book, one by one, the candles around them started blowing themselves out. Suddenly, Namjoon turns to the mirror sitting behind the two boys.

Jimin follows his glare. In the mirror in front of the two boys is a terrifying creature. Wire like hair with massive glowing green eyes, almost like they were seen through night vision goggles. It's twisted and distorted figure was jerking and twitching in ungodly ways. An impossibly wide smile taped to its face.

Both of the boys were terrified. Namjoon was scared, just not shocked. It's exactly what he asked for.

"Boys" a deep voice coos. Jimin jumps into Namjoon's lap and both of the boy's heads snap forward again.

A tall, dark figure stood in front of them. Pale skin and brown eyes. Dark hair covered a third of his face and met the collar of his black dress shirt. His body was hugged beautifully by his shirt and jeans.

"You look like an anime character" Namjoon said with a disappointed look.

"I don't have to look like this" the man says, looking down at both of them. He did look like an anime character. He had long, skinny legs and a strong stance. The way his hair swooped in front of his eyes didn't help. However, his undercut just made him look more like an edgy, well dressed, teenager.

The mirror comes crashing down on the two boys, reminding them of the horrors once reflected in them.

"What the shit, Min" Namjoon exclaims, pushing the broken mirror away.

"Min Yoongi-씨 to you, Namjoon-아" the man states with a small grin.

"And who might you be little one" Yoongi asks, kneeling down in front of a trembling Jimin. Jimin opens his mouth, but no words. He's gripping onto Namjoon so hard his knuckles are white. All of the color in his face is gone as he stares back at that thing in front of him.

Yoongi reaches out and touches the boy's cheek. For a second, just a split second, Jimin feels calm. Then, is reminded that he is no longer safe. The demon was supposed to be outside the circle, and not be able to get in. But here it is. Touching him.

"FUCK" Namjoon exclaims, pulling Jimin back and pushing him between himself and the wall. Namjoon knew Yoongi was strong, but he didn't know that it was to the point that the basic thing meant to protect them both didn't mean shit to him.

"Alright listen, stay there" Namjoon squeaked not so bravely. Yoongi took a step toward, mocking his words.

"I summoned you for a reason" Namjoon said. "I need your help."

"Deal" Yoongi states confidently.

"Wha..what" Namjoon questions. Jimin peaks over his shoulder.

"Of course, there are strings attached" Yoongi said with a smirk appearing on his face. "I want him."

He gestured towards Jimin.

"No" Namjoon states more confidently this time. Yoongi's expression goes unchanged as he takes a step forward. Then another. To the point he is eye to eye with Namjoon, who is frozen in place. The air got deathly still.

"No?" Yoongi mocks in a deep voice. "Well..how to convince you? I don't plan on hurting him, or taking him away from you. But if you refuse, I'll take him and everyone else in this goddamn house" he growls.

"You don't get a choice. You summoned me, and were unprepared to deal with me" he began pacing. "Soooo I think I'm being fairly generous by even considering actually doing what you want me to" he spun on his heel to make eye contact with Namjoon again.

Jimin steps out from behind Namjoon. "What do you mean you want me? If you aren't taking me away or stealing my soul or some shit then what are you going to do?"

"Watch how you talk to someone older than you. You're a little brat aren't you? But you're cute. That's the only reason you aren't dead for saying that. But cuteness can only take you so far" Yoongi deadpanned.

"But you if must know, sweetheart, I'm a bit tired of hell. It's very loud, so I want to stay here. However, I have a target on my back since I've returned to earth. Your aura is very strong and very bright. They couldn't touch you. They won't even come near you. So in return, I'll help your little friend here and protect you" Yoongi explained. Leaving Jimin in shock.

"You need protecting? And if that's true, why can you touch me" Jimin questioned.

"I've been around for a long long time princess. I don't give a shit about the rules anymore."

Jimin didn't know if he should be mad or not at his comment, but he did begin to blush. This pleased Yoongi.

Namjoon glanced at Jimin. He felt bad for dragging him into this situation.

"Okay" Jimin mumbled, stepping away from Namjoon further.

Yoongi outstretched his hand to Jimin. With a worried look, Jimin took it. Suddenly, he was yanked forward. This caused him to smash right into the demons chest.

"Oh, I forgot to mention" Yoongi mumbled into Jimin's ear in a deep voice that sent shivers down his spine. "I'll be bonded to you. You leave, I'll be able to follow. Instead of just being bonded to this room. How does that sound, princess?"

"Wha..I-"

"Too late" Yoongi cut him off. Jimin feels a sharp pain in his hand and yanks it away from the older's grasp. Blood covered both of the boy's hands and Jimin's eyes grow hide.

"You might want to fix that up" stated the demon.