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"What did you say you were majoring in again?"

Jungkook stuck his hands in his pockets as Jimin and him stood in line at a coffee shop on the older's campus, biting back a sigh of annoyance at the situation he had gotten himself stuck in.

Going on dates, was not part of his job.

Not to say that he hated being around Jimin, because he didn't, it was just that he liked to do well and he wanted to impress the devil. He knew that doing things like this, would most likely make her more disappointed than anything else.

Jimin was nice to be around, but he knew that going out with him like this was a stupid decision; he was just going to leave him in the end. It would hurt him, Jungkook knew that to be true just from how attached he already was, but whatever they had just could not form into a relationship.

Maybe Jungkook was growing a bit attached as well. Maybe his own heart fluttered when he called Jimin pet names and held him close until he drifted off to sleep; and maybe that was the entire reason he was going to leave.

He couldn't grow attached. Jimin was such a distraction.

He was beginning to go soft, he knew he was. From the way that he felt pains in his heart to the way that all he wanted to do was hold him close and make sure he was alright; Jungkook knew that whatever this was needed to stop.

He hoped Jimin didn't believe he was the only person Jungkook was seeing, because there were quite a few people at this point that he had gotten with more than once. Quite a few people that he was going to see after his outing with Jimin today, but none of them had grown as attached as Jimin had.

Everyone else just wanted Jungkook for a few hours. Wanted him to make them feel good and then expected him to leave. Jungkook was completely fine with that, because that was exactly what he was supposed to do.

Jimin wanted him in a more romantic fashion, and that was an issue.

Even if Jungkook may have wanted to do romance, he couldn't. He wasn't allowed to. Romance and love were things that he, as a lust demon, could not advocate; therefore Jimin had to go.

"I major in music theory." Jimin answered, blushing softly when Jungkook adjusted his crooked glasses for him. "It's hard." He sighed. "But it's also interesting so I shouldn't be complaining."

"Oh you're a musician?" Jungkook asked, moving up in line and looking down at Jimin.

"Well, singer." He responded. "I can't play any instruments. If I could, it's not like I could remember anyway." He chuckled softly to himself, Jungkook raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, Jimin merely shaking his head softly and smiling.

"That's a story for another day." He answered, Jungkook frowning but nodding nonetheless. He wasn't planning on having many more days with Jimin, so that just didn't work for them.

The small talk fizzled out as they walked out to the front counter, Jungkook pulling out his wallet and ordering before Jimin could.

"One medium americano and one medium caramel latte with a shot of espresso." He ordered quickly, as if he had spoken the order a multitude of times before.

Once he had paid and they walked over to the pick up area, Jimin raised an eyebrow, nudging Jungkook in the ribs gently.

"How'd you know what I order?" He asked, Jungkook furrowing his eyebrows in response.

How did he know?

"I'm a good guesser?" He answered, though Jimin could sense that he didn't seem too sure of himself.

"You must be." He hummed. "Got it exact, right down to my extra shot of espresso. Everyone always forgets that."

Jungkook brought one of his hands up to rub his temple, trying to figure out where he had pulled the information out of. He hadn't ever seen or heard Jimin order before, so it was baffling how he was able to recite his order so effortlessly.

Their orders were served before either of them could question Jungkook's behaviour any further, and although relived he was also still troubled by it.

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"You taste like coffee."

The male who sat on Jungkook's lap commented, Jungkook laughing softly and nodding.

He had only gotten back from his outing with Jimin a mere hour ago, but his current partner had contacted him earlier that day and he couldn't bring himself to say no.

He rolled his lips to a consistent rhythm, the male who he couldn't remember the name of letting out soft whines with each movement. He carded his hand through the other's jet black hair, fingernails pressing into his bare hips.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, lips travelling down his neck and leaving marks in their wake. He sucked and bit a particularly dark one into the junction between the male's neck and shoulder, knowing all too well that marks could get humans in trouble - he liked that though, found it quite amusing. "Can you guess what kind?"

He trailed his kisses back up the male's neck, connecting their lips once more and letting the other lick into his mouth. His right hand slipped down and squeezed the black haired male's bulge, eliciting a soft cry in response.

"Espresso?" The other asked softly, Jungkook shaking his head in response.

"Nope." He responded, popping the 'p'. He smirked softly as he flipped them over and pressed the other into his mattress, listening to the shocked gasp he got in response. "But good try."

His night continued from their like most of his did; sweaty skin sliding against one another, breathless moans and faces painted with expressions of pleasure.

He decided to let the male stay for a little while after as he slipped his clothes back on, wanting to let him sleep for a little while after what he had just done.

Jungkook paused for a moment. How many times had he been with this one now? He asked himself, looking at the other's peaceful resting face. He quickly chalked it up to three different visits, cringing as he realized that was definitely becoming close to being too many.

He found the male's discarded pants on his floor, fishing his phone on it and being pleased when he found that there was no pass code. He quickly went into the contacts and deleted his number before tucking it back into the jeans and walking out of the room.

He sighed, walking to the fridge and grabbing a water bottle.

"Jungkook? You busy?" Jungkook turned around and came face to face with two of the other sins, taking a moment to remember them to be Yoongi and Taehyung; Wrath and Sloth.

"I'm pretty free right now." Jungkook shrugged, buttoning up his flannel fully before making eye for act with the demons once more. "Why?"

"Just want to have a bit of a chat." Yoongi shrugged, nodding his head in the direction of the balcony that extended off of the kitchen. "Step out with us for a bit?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless, setting his water bottle down on the kitchen counter before walking over to the balcony.

Once he had stepped out the door and was out of earshot, Taehyung sent Yoongi a doubtful look.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked softly, looking to Jungkook and wringing his hands.

"It's probably not." Yoongi sighed. "But you've said it yourself, you saw that he still has memories first hand." He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want either of them to hurt anymore, Taehyung. They've both been through enough, and then some."

"What if it harms him somehow?" Taehyung asked, Yoongi hesitating before shaking his head.

"It won't." He mumbled. "Go get started, I'll fetch Seokjin."

The plan that Taehyung, Seokjin and him had formulated was a simple one. Jungkook obviously still had memories of Jimin, and it even seemed possible to be able to trigger them from what Taehyung said. They were going to attempt to draw them out of him, by using their powers on him.

It was risky, because using their powers on another sin was against the rules. They had to though, and all agreed to the consequences.

Simply because they all wanted their favourite human back.

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