#LOL I hope you enjoy this and I haven't lost my touch for DOL

[jimlingss]

Hello dear!! Do you still write drabbles for DOL? I think the girls parents reaction whn meeting jimin for the first time in his human form would be fun n cute, knowing jimin knws them pretty well. N jimin's reaction himself! He'd be so overwhelmed n touched tht they can finally see him right? Btw i love this fic so much idc how long it is im gna keep rereading it until i die lol

oh my god, I thought people would forget about the DOL drabbles ahahahaha. I learnt I’m not a huge, huge fan of writing drabbles, just cause I always have so much to say that the word count gets ridiculous and it’s no longer a drabble and I like leaving my finished stories as is without messing with them further. But I guess since I opened Pandora’s box....why not...

Devil’s Own Luck Drabble #6

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Summary: Jimin finally meets the parents he’s known his entire life....technically they’re not ‘the’ parents, but also ‘his’ parents....they just don’t know that.

{Age: 24}

“Shouldn’t you be a little more nervous?”

Jimin strolls up to the house with his hands in his pockets, whistling like he owns the place or he’s the son of some rich mogul, eyeing the land like he’s going to buy it all. “Why should I be? I know them probably better than you do.”

He throws his arm around your shoulder, laughing at your little pout. “Yeah, but they don’t know you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Didn’t you know? I’m charming.”

“You’re a demon,” you correct and with a sigh, your finger presses on the doorbell. It’s not like you’re feeling particularly anxious either —you just hope he doesn’t burn down the place.

On the other side, the tinkling bell sound echoes throughout the home and then there’s a stampede of footsteps, loud murmurs leaking through the open window. In the next breath, the front door is swinging open and your mom’s standing with a smile, eyes flickering to your face before the male beside you.

“This must be...”

“Jimin!” He grins. The breeze cards through his fluffy brown hair, eyes crinkled into half moons like an angel and he extends his arm, shaking her hand. Aside from when it concerns you, if the demon be emotional, he would feel pretty touched right now. After all, your parents have long been his parents too. This is the mother-figure he’s been around while growing up with you, the closest thing he’s had to a maternal figure, and now she could finally see him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says with a soft smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Her eyes are wide and she clears her throat, shifting the door so it’s open wider. “Come in, come in! You both must be starving. The trip must’ve been tiring.”

“It wasn’t too bad.” You take off your coat, throwing in on the hanger. “Where’s dad?”

“Here.” A man stands at the living room doorway, arms crossed and brows furrowed, expression stern. Yet, Jimin doesn’t feel the slightest bit threatened. If anything, his grin expands and without thinking, the idiot devil runs over, engulfing the man in a hug, making him stagger back with an ‘oof’.

“Jimin!” You gasp, jaw dropping and eyeballs nearly falling out of its sockets.

They’re going to think he’s insane.

But your mother just laughs at your dad’s shock, finding it all too amusing. And all at once, your dad’s strict facade crumbles, and he peels your boyfriend off from his body. “Sorry…” Jimin finally register what he just did, but he’s still too excited to repress his grin. “I just heard a lot about you, that’s all. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Uh..um...no...I-....that’s completely fine.” He clears his throat. “I’m….uh...looking forward to getting to know you better.”

“Y/N, why don’t you show him to the kitchen?” Your mother tells you as she joins your dad’s side with a fond smile.

Okay. You take it back.

You’re getting really nervous.

And it’s not because you’re afraid of your parent’s reactions or of Jimin becoming jittery and accidentally setting fire to the walls of your childhood home. Rather, you’re afraid because he’s too goddamn comfortable!

The man skips happily into the kitchen himself without you having to show him the way and he peers into the pot on the stove. He takes the ladle and swirls the stew. “Oh! I love this!”

Your mother trails behind with a surprised expression. “You do?”

“Yes! I like how soft the potatoes get.” He smiles and then stumbles, nearly slamming into the wall when you harshly nudge him. “I mean…..it looks soft. And I like it because it smells so good!”

He awkwardly laughs and you might get a concussion with how hard you want to facepalm yourself.

The demon skedaddles away into the dining room before your mom can get in another word and he brushes past your dad who’s still setting up the table. Jimin’s nose presses on the window and his palms press against the clean surface as he looks outside into the backyard. “Oh, you repainted the porch? I like the light birch colour.”

Your dad freezes. His neck cranes. “What.”

Jimin’s face pales and he turns his head too, stiff smile pulling on his lips. Fuck. He realizes his mistakes and he wonders if he could just temporarily possess your parents and put them into bed and make it seem like this was all a dream. He could start over again. But you probably would not appreciate that. At all.

“Y/N was telling me about it.”

“She didn’t know I repainted the porch.”

“She told me it was a dark brown before,” the demon counters with a mischievous glint to his eyes, though sweat begins to drip from his forehead.

Your dad lifts a brow in suspicion. “She told you the colour of her old porch?”

“The things we talk about…” Jimin nods and pinches the bridge of his nose. “....it gets very detailed sometimes.”

You barge into the conversation with a piercing scream. Both males turn their heads towards you, flinching from the sound. And you fist pump the air. “I...I am just so, so excited to tell you about what’s been going on lately! We should eat. Right now. So I have time to tell you my stories!”

All your hair is falling out.

All your hair is turning gray.

This was a terrible idea. No matter how much your parents asked about meeting your ‘new’ boyfriend, you should’ve known better. You should’ve known three decades would be shaved off of your life from pure stress.

“You know, you feel very familiar,” your mom interjects in the conversation in the moment you’re caught off guard, taking a rest from chatting and accidentally daydreaming.

Jimin quirks his head to the side, amused smile on his plump lips. “Am I?”

“Like the son I never had.” She laughs and you breathe a sigh of relief. It still surprises you how she’s taken a liking to him already and it’s almost offensive how your parents ignore you.

“You know, now that you mention it, it’s kind of funny,” your dad starts. He swallows his mouthful and looks at the devil beside you who’s innocently batting his lashes, the apples of his reddened cheeks making him ironically look like a cherub and every parent’s dream child. “Didn’t Y/N have an imaginary friend named Jimin?”

“Really?” He props his elbows onto the dinner table, hands threaded together and underneath his chin. He slightly turns towards you. “You did?”

“Y-yeah…” You swallow hard, wondering how the hell he could make you suffer like this in your own home. You were the only one suffering under the burden of his secret and he was having a good old time being chaotic as usual.

“That’s right.” Your mom snaps her fingers and sips her wine. “She loved that imaginary friend so much, couldn’t stop talking about him for years. She ate with him, talked to him, took baths with him, even said she slept next to him. I thought there was something wrong, but thankfully she grew out of it.”

No one notices.

But you’ve been with Jimin for twenty years and you catch the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“What a coincidence.”