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Jimin

Jimin found himself getting touched inappropriately.

Kim Taehyung squeezed his ass and kissed both his (face) cheeks before backing off and extending his arms. Not for a hug, no, that'd be too simple; Taehyung wanted a bear hug with ten ass squeezes and affectionate nose rubbing to top it off. Jimin was half-surprised the man didn't ask for head while he was at it.

After going through the "friendship" ritual, Taehyung guided Jimin to the living room of his mansion. The white surfaces were brighter than Jimin's future, and the flat-screen TV had a piano music compilation playing. The delicate reinterpretation of "The Swan" filled the otherwise quiet, echoing space. Every footstep Taehyung's Gucci slippers took reverberated. Jimin couldn't tell if that was thanks to his enhanced incubus senses. Not that he'd know the difference between human and incubi senses, after all. He hadn't been human in centuries—he buried those memories long ago.

"Two years," Taehyung said with a grunt, a sigh, and a kick at the back of the black sofa larger than Y/n's entire house. "You don't visit me for two years, now you show up for... what? More pussy? I can set you up, but it'll cost you-"

"No." Jimin slumped down on the armrest of the couch, inspecting his painted nails and running his hand through his black and red locks when he finished. "Dick."

"Dick?"

Taehyung scrunched up his long, smooth nose. He followed it up with a boxy smile showing off his straight white teeth, and two smile lines appeared and decorated his cheeks with signs of age. Jimin held back the urge to grimace.

"Well," Tae started, holding out both of his veiny hands as if that made his point clearer. "Contrary to popular belief, I am, in fact, not gay, so I can't help you-"

"You have friends, don't you?"

Taehyung shrugged, and his custom-tailored bathrobe with his name in cursive over his right tiddy shrugged with him. "Not particularly."

Jimin stood and brushed his trench coat off. He approached Taehyung, then pushed his long, dark hair out of his face so they could make eye contact. Taehyung's irises held several shades of brown, with hickory being the most prominent. The deepness of the hue matched his voice. Like all rich men, Taehyung had a rich laugh that bellowed several octaves deeper than Jimin's lowest achievable vocal tone. Despite living for centuries, Jimin never had an interest in wealth. He much preferred his dust bunnies and gorgeous views of Hershey's nature.

"Dude," Tae said, placing his hands on Jimin's chest to keep him at bay. "Undressing me with your eyes isn't going to un-straight me. If you're that desperate, go to a club."

"Mm, no. The dick isn't for me. It's for a girl who's obsessed with me. I want her to find someone else."

Seeing as Y/n would prefer to jump off a cliff than commit any sin, Jimin had to think outside the box and do the painless options first. Getting her to do a sin would take time and planning—time and planning he didn't have. But, if he got another attractive man, like Taehyung, to fall in love with her...

Never in demon history had there been a case of soulmates not ending up together, so it was risky, but risks were all he had left. That was where Kim Taehyung came in. Half a decade ago, Jimin had met Taehyung in a club during a rough week. Jimin had forgotten to turn invisible and ended up embarrassing himself in front of everyone. Yes, the Park Jimin embarrassed himself, and it was because he had taken hash browns into the club and ate them without using proper "manners." His "manners" were shoving entire loaves of fried potato down his throat while onlookers took concerned videos and muttered to their friends not to talk to him.

From then on, Kim Taehyung became known as "The Wingman." AKA: Taehyung helped Jimin recover his reputation and get a shit ton of pussy. Taehyung had no "friends" but plenty of women on speed dial. Not all of them fell under the category of committing adultery, which meant they didn't go to Hell, but Jimin didn't mind. Incubi loved sex, so as long as he got his dick wet, he could care less if they went to Heaven or Hell.

"So it isn't 'dick,' it's falling in love?" Taehyung asked with a quirked brow. One strange thing about Taehyung was that he had bushy yet attractive eyebrows along with long, curly lashes. "You came all this way just to ask for a favor?"

"Duh. Why else would I see you? You said it yourself: you don't have friends."

Taehyung clicked his tongue. "Touché. What's in it for me?"

"Pussy," Jimin said without hesitation, and Taehyung glared. Jimin held up his hands in defeat. "Fine: she has a pet guinea pig you can play with."

Taehyung hopped up and giggled like a child. "Guinea pig? I love her already."

That was why Jimin had gone to Taehyung. Over the years, he had gained allies and friends he had kept in contact with if he needed their help with any soulmate issues. None of them knew his real name or his true demon nature, but they knew women problems, and Jimin had spent years building himself up as an independent man who slept around and didn't settle down. The boys would help him out of his messes, and Taehyung was the first friend he'd try, seeing as he was the most attractive, in Jimin's humble opinion.

Taehyung had no lover, no roommates, no pets, no friends—a lonely man with too much money he couldn't spend on anyone but himself. He had no family due to them dying in a car accident when he was in his early twenties. Inheritance money came his way, encouraging him to relax without working for the rest of his life. That meant Taehyung was nothing. Those types of people were the easiest to manipulate.

"I figured you'd like that. Here's the plan." Jimin wrapped an arm around Tae as if they were best buds who saw each other every day. "I'm her roommate, and we'll make the story that we're friends-"

"-cause we are," Taehyung interrupted with puffed out cheeks.

Jimin held back an eye roll. "Yes, yes, we are, and that's the point. You'll come over, then I'll leave you alone with her. Talk to her, sweeten her up, compliment her guinea pig, take care of it, blah, blah, blah. Whatever you have to do to get in her pants and make her fall in love with you. I need to live with her for a while until I get my bearings, but I can't stay with someone obsessed with me, y'know?"

"You could stay with me." Taehyung gestured to the giant open area called his mansion. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling, but it was turned off in favor of the natural light from the countless windows.

"Or." Jimin held up his tiny index finger and smiled. Unlike Tae, he had no wrinkles. "You get pussy, I get a free room. I'm trying to help you out here, man. C'mon, it's to make up for being gone for so long."

"Make up for?"

"Yeah." Jimin lowered his tone to a whisper that flowed out smoother than any voice could. His incubus powers kicked in, and a smell of honey poured off him. Taehyung sniffed it a few times, and his eyelids struggled to maintain a proper blinking schedule. Once satisfied with the results, Jimin hummed and massaged Tae's shoulder for the cherry on top. "You'll forgive me, won't you?"

Taehyung nodded once. Twice. The second one was slurred. "I forgive you."

"You'll help me with my problem?"

"Anything you need, June."

"Good," Jimin said as he backed off and allowed his scent to return to its normal peachy state. He cleared his throat and motioned to the door. "Shall we?"

Taehyung rubbed the side of his head and blinked three times in rapid succession. "Uh... yeah. Let me get dressed first."

"Take your time, buddy."

Jimin watched Taehyung hesitate before walking off to the back of the mansion, where stairs led to the bedrooms. Taehyung disappeared, leaving Jimin alone with his thoughts. He'd have to warn Y/n to call him June and to avoid saying anything about his true self or their soulmate status. But that could wait. For the time being, he celebrated.

Yes, it was risky, but it could free him from Y/n. It could free him from mortality until Lucifer assigned him a new soulmate he'd have to dodge. That was it. Taehyung would seduce her, and everything would get set right.

Jimin would be a happy hash brown-eating demon again.

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A/N: Same vote/comment goal as before!

My birthday is less than a week away! I'll likely update many stories on July 9th as a way of celebration. Remember I'm in EST so updates may come later for you than they do for me.

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