lonely || yoonmin

09

taeyang.

holy shit, holy crap, holy hell that's-

'would you be silent?' yoongi's voice interrupted jimin's thoughts.

right, sorry.

jimin was going absolutely feral. it was really taeyang in the flesh. he was sure to go insane.

"i thought it would be better to arrive early. am i interrupting anything?" taeyang asked.

his voice was so melodic. jimin might've been drooling.

"no, nothing at all. take a seat, taeyang. we have lots to discuss." yoongi was pissed. what did he have to be so pressed for?

taeyang sat down directly in front of jimin. his neck looked so good, and his thighs looked so good in those pants, and he just- he looked so good. jimin was sweating.

"who's this?" taeyang asked, leaning closer to jimin. he furrowed his eyebrows.

jimin audibly gulped.

'stay quiet. he can smell fear.'

really...?

'no, but you are distracting. please quiet your thoughts.'

jimin looked down at his hands. oops, he thought.

"this is my assistant, jimin," yoongi finally answered. why was taeyang still looking at jimin so closely? "why don't you sit here," yoongi gestured to the seat in front of him, "so we can... see each other more efficiently."

"of course, sir," taeyang nodded slowly — almost cautiously — as he took his seat.

"i would like to address some rumors. from an anonymous source. i've been given information that you have been selling the personal info of other idols under my company. i would like to hear what you have to say."

silence.

"well?" yoongi huffed, quirking an eyebrow.

taeyang seemed uneasy. if he's not guilty, then why would he be uneasy? jimin was losing his sanity. he believed in his idol.

say something... please, jimin mentally begged.

suddenly, the room changed. it was as if the three of them were in the pits of hell— everything was on fire and both taeyang and yoongi had fiery horns coming out of their heads.

taeyang was a demon...?

"so what if i have?" taeyang smiled wickedly. "what does it matter to you? it makes the fans happy!"

"so what if it makes the fans happy? they aren't even true fans!" yoongi growled.

"what even defines a true fan, huh? someone that supports their idol no matter what? someone that leaves their idol to live their own personal life?"

"yes! so why are you selling my idols' personal info?" yoongi was exasperated.

jimin, on the other hand, was extremely confused. he had no idea what was going on. it felt like his whole life was a lie. he was surrounded by mythical beings his entire life, and it turned out that those mythical beings were very, very real.

"because! i- i-" taeyang was tongue tied.

"hold on... this isn't the taeyang i know..." jimin muttered.

yoongi seemed to have overheard. he took a deep breath and sunk back down into his seat. maybe jimin has reason, yoongi thought. he took a breather, and then stood back up.

"jihyo?" yoongi scoffed, finally realizing. she was the most meddlesome demon... next to vernon, but that was irrelevant.

"so you finally figured it out? took you long enough," the demon spat.

"what have you done? demons are not to possess humans unless given their consent! did you- did you trick him?"

"what does it matter! he's mine now anyway!"

"jihyo!" yoongi scolded. "you know not to do this! you could anger him!"

him? jimin thought. he was so, very confused. and jihyo? isn't that the girl-group member?

'this isn't the jihyo you're thinking of,' yoongi responded in jimin's thoughts. 'this is... it's hard to explain. this jihyo is the demon version of the jihyo you know. sometimes our creator makes a mistake and creates a duplicate. jihyo is an angel and this is her duplicate.'

that's wild.

"don't make me exorcise you, jihyo!" yoongi hissed.

"like you could, yoongi. or should i say 'suga' since you're all the rage."

jimin felt really weird seeing his idol act like a girl. he didn't know how to feel. kind of hot, though.

yoongi gritted his teeth. he began to mutter something under his breath, slowly getting louder and louder until:

"lucius annaeus seneca daemonium!"

woah... now that's latin. jimin might've seen yoongi worked up once or twice, but this was a completely different side.

jihyo- or taeyang- was screaming. it was horrible. a mesh between low yells and banshee screeches. jimin covered his ears, cowering in fear and pain.

finally, it quieted down and jimin slowly removed his hands from his ears. he looked up to see that he was back in yoongi's office— taeyang sitting in his seat completely knocked out, and yoongi drinking coffee while reading something from a stack of papers.

"better?" yoongi asked.

"what the fuck."

"excuse me? you know better, jimin. swearing is forbidden."

"sorry, but... jesus. what just happened?"

"no need to worry yourself. go get some rest, jimin. you're mentally exhausted."

"right. yes, sir."

and jimin was home. how did yoongi keep doing that?

suddenly, his phone buzzed.

taehyung
hey minnie, i haven't seen you in a while

jimin
u saw me the other day lol

taehyung
but i miss u :((

jimin
ugh fine
come over to my place

taehyung
now...?

jimin
yes, now! dummy

taehyung
see u soon :)

jimin sighed, setting his phone back down. how did he manage to get stuck in the middle of all of this angel-demon stuff? he walked into his living room, past the kitchenette, and plopped down on his couch. he needed some rest, so he closed his eyes for a bit, not minding the fact that his friend would arrive soon.

and soon enough, he was fast asleep.