Sick Of It || BTS Demon AU

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It had already been years and years since Jimin had died. 

He didn't have a sob story about it. He didn't die in a terrible way or a way that might make someone cry. He died peacefully, believing just like every other believer that there would be something beyond his life on earth. He died suddenly, that was for sure. Suddenly, but not terribly. He assumed his family hadn't seen it coming at all. 

He assumed, because he had never had the chance to say goodbye to them, to see them again. 

If it had all been like everyone imagined, he would've been able to go to heaven, a 'better' place. Of course no one knew about the possibilities after death.
Of course no one knew that there was no control over these possibilities; you didn't get to choose. 

There was the most usual option to 'move on'. How Jimin had wished they had chosen that option for him...
He would've been able to rest and never think about his human life again. He would've been able to enjoy the silence whenever he wanted to. He would've been able to find peace. 

There was another option, an option often chosen for the best people in this world. Not the best as in the smartest, strongest or prettiest. The best as in the best at heart. Those people immediately went to the side of The Good. The side where everything was filled with rest, peace and content. Those people would look after the humans that remained alive. Those people would become what humans call 'angels'. 

That is, if The Good chose that option for you quicker than The Bad could choose you for them.

That's where we get to the third option. 

Because if there is a side of The Good, it obviously means there's a side of The Bad. And if there were beings like 'angels' there also had to be beings like 'demons'.
Demons; that's what you get when a good soul has been turned over by The Bad. It's what you get when you fail to escape the dark side. 

Jimin had failed.

Just like all of his friends. 

He had been a good person. He had an outstandingly good soul. If it were up to The Good, he had become one of the 'angels' without a doubt. It's not exactly up to anyone to choose, or rather claim, a soul though. It's more like; who gets there first, takes it. That's what happened to Jimin. The Bad had gotten to his soul first before he had been able to Move On or before The Good had been able to reach him. The choice hadn't been up to him.

Right now, lying on his back in the cold cell after a severe beating, he was contemplating the time he had lived. Both as a human and as a demon. He remembered everything clearly, his memories had gotten even sharper by the years. His life as a human seemed just weeks ago, yet he felt like he had been a demon for too long. Anyone would get sick of it after more than a few centuries, wouldn't they?

Well, they wouldn't.

Much to Jimin's dismay, most of the demons turned cruel after less than one century. They'd either start to like what they were doing or they'd completely give in and don't give a shit anymore. That's what made Jimin and his friends different. They hated their job. They did give a shit. Even those who said they didn't care about the humans they killed felt guilty on the inside. 

"Jimin-ah..." he heard a voice call out softly. 

He looked up to find Taehyung right outside his cell, pure white eyes somehow having the ability to look like puppy dog eyes as the boy pouted while he took in Jimin's appearance. 

"Tae?" Jimin croaked. "No trial?"

"I got out early, along with Hoseok-hyung and Jin-hyung. We've only been late with our kills, we didn't skip any. They only gave us a final warning."