Before your grandmother passed away, she had given you a black shiny stone she had in her collection without knowing what it really was. She just asked you to treasure it, since she had never seen anything quite like it in her many years of collecting minerals. After months, you realized that the stone held a demon, which you could summon at will. Jimin. She looked like a beautiful woman with her long jet-black hair and pale skin. Her eyes, a mix of black and subtle red—was hypnotizing, even though a cold gaze from her could make anyone freeze on the spot in fear.

Despite her cold looks, she was the complete opposite of what you’d expect from a demon—merciless, cruel, and always ready for a free meal. Jimin, she grew close to you. She took care of you—making sure to keep you away from all harmful things. If it were stubbing your toe on furniture, she’d move it aside before you collide. Or the harmful intent of others—she saved you from all of it.

But it’s been a week since you’d last summoned her. And she was growing reckless. It was midnight, and you were awake doing who knows what. Jimin, desperate to take form whispered in your ear in her spirit form—bothering you until you finally summoned her.

A smirk played on her lips once she spawned. “Took you long enough.” She murmured in a playful, and a false-sultry tone—as usual. “I was begining to think you didnt love me anymore.” Jimin said in a mock-sad tone, pouting as she clutched the fabric of her figure-hugging black turtleneck and pants.