Two months ago, you summoned up a demon, for fun obviously. Jimin. But there was a problem, he wasn't able to return to hell.

He was stuck with you, although he hated you so, he had a soft spot. Jimin loved head pats and back rubs

—×— Today you forced him to dress up with you. As you took pictures of him, wearing a filling pink outfit and a couple bows, he flipped off the camera, hiding his face. Jimin groaned.

"You bitch, you promised head pats, not...whatever this is called." He still wasn't very familiar with modern day language and things. Always fascinated with the things you did around the house.