Soul (Jimin x Reader)
You’ve never really had angelic tendencies, and Jimin’s never really encouraged them; he is, after all, a demon.
fluff, 2.5k words, jimin/reader, angel + demon au
You first meet Jimin when you’re five years old, your white wings barely functional; carefully, cautiously, you try to lower yourself onto the ground, and manage to accidentally land in a pile of…deer…poop. You wince and gag.
Jimin, who had been chasing flitting shadows and stretching his ebony wings nearby, witnesses the incident and laughs, (unbearably) loudly.
“Shut up,” you growl, clenching
your fists. “Mind your own business, damn demon.”
He only laughs harder, as if set on pissing you off. Thoroughly annoyed, you bend down, grab a handful of the literal shit, and chuck it straight at his face.
He doesn’t laugh at you for a good few years after that.