I woke up to the sound of metal clicking against metal and someone rummaging around a drawer or something.

I slowly sat up, bleary-eyed and a little disoriented at first.

Where was I?

Why the heck was I sleeping on a couch?

And why the heck was it pitch black outside?

"Up I see, finally Sleeping Beauty," an unknown, musical voice filled the room.

I swiveled my head around in surprise to see a blue-haired young man standing in the doorway of the living room I was in, dressed in a pink frilly apron and glasses. One hand held a spatula.

"It's already 1:32 AM, you've slept half the night away," the blue-hair continued, smoothing his apron briefly.

"Who are you?" the words slipped from my mouth.

"Very funny Human," the blue-hair, pink-apron dude snorted. "Now hurry up. I've gotten off my lazy butt to actually try and make some food for you, might as well help me out."

He turned to go but when he saw me not budging, he paused. "Yo Human, come on, help a babysitter out here."

"Babysitter?" I deadpanned.

Something was tickling in the back of my head.

The pink-apron-dressed-blue-haired man paused and stared at me for a few moments, eyes darting across my face. "Blessed angel feet, you're not joking are you?"

I watched in bewilderment as genuine concern and what looked almost like fear crossed the blue-hair's face and in seconds he had crossed the room and was kneeling right in front of me.

"Y/N, hey, you remember me right?"

The tickling sensation in the back of my mind was growing stronger as I searched the blue-hair's face. The roundish cheeks paired with the sharp jawline made him have the perfect manly, yet gentle face.

Especially since at the moment it was wrinkled in worry and his eerie sapphire eyes were glimmering a little.

"Come on girl, think," the young man pressed, now going as far as grabbing my hands in his. His palms were surprisingly cool unlike my own warm hands.

"Woman? You probably barely qualify as a young lady. You're just a girl."

"The others are going to whoop my ass to heaven if they find out about this," he muttered under his breath, eyes still digging into mine, searching for something.

"Eat my feathers, Jimin!" Jin yelled, not pausing in pounding Jimin with his pillow, feathers flying.

"Jimin," I finally said as finally what seemed like a dam broke in the back of my mind, letting loose a flood of pent up memories. "Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, you, Jungkook and Taehyung."

"Thank goodness," the blue-hair, Jimin, let out a huge breath of relief. "Oh Hellhounds, don't scare me like that again Y/N geez!"

I blinked in surprise as I finally began to remember everything that had happened in the last 48 hours.

Itzborough, demons, breaking into the museum (literally), the group of young 2000+ year old males...

Jimin stood up and rolled his shoulders. "You remember everything now?" He arched a brow at me.

Instead of answering his question I scanned his body very quickly. "Why the heck are you wearing a girly apron?"

Immediately my words brought the infamous scowl to Jimin's face.

"It's Jin hyung's alright?" He grumbled, brushing down the frilly apron. "He has rules in the kitchen and this is one of them."

"Where you wear a pink apron that makes you look like a two-year old girl playing dress up?"

"Screw you Human," Jimin scoffed, turning to walk out. "I'm trying to make some food for your sorry butt. Respect me."

At the mention of food my stomach let loose a loud growl.

Jimin shot me a pointed look over his shoulder at me and jabbed the spatula in hand at me. "Exactly what I mean. In the end you didn't eat the chips I bought. Jungkook and Taehyung ate them instead."

I blushed a little, rubbing my stomach.

"Now get up and help me with the food," Jimin commanded.

If I wasn't so hungry at the moment I would've sassed back, but as it was starting to feel like my own stomach was trying to eat itself I eagerly got up and followed the blue-haired demon to the kitchen.

A flicker of worry passed through my mind. Had I really lost my memories for a few moments back there? Did that mean anything?

Then again, I often forgot things I said right after I said them so maybe it was pretty normal occurrence after all.

When I entered the fairly large kitchen of the house I halted in at the entrance and gaped at the sight before me.

"Did a tornado decide to hit the kitchen?"

Indeed, the counters were covered in chopped lettuce, grated cheese, bread, and what looked like several smashed eggs.

"I went to the store earlier this evening and bought all this," Jimin leaned against the counter.

"Do you even know how to cook?" I ventured farther into the kitchen crisis.

"Still learning," Jimin mumbled, scuffing his shoes against the floor. "Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung are the main cooks of the group. But everyone's gone to work right now, or supposedly 'school' according to Taehyung and Jungkook."

"Aren't you supposed to be in school too?" I nodded at Jimin.

"I called off," Jimin replied dismissively. "I am not bringing a human to school nor am I leaving you here by yourself much less trust another member with you."

"Wow, such faith in me I'm flattered," I huffed. "Well, today is your lucky day because I in fact do know how to cook. First, though, shall we clean this mess up?"

Jimin only nodded and we quietly began to wipe the counters and shove all food scraps into the trash. Part of me found it disgusting on what the heck Jimin thought he could make with raw potatoes, onions, and mayonnaise, and the other part was tempted to almost giggle at his clumsiness.

When the kitchen was clean enough for my satisfaction I began to pull out ingredients from the fridge and grab a bowl.

Not surprisingly, everything was vegetarian. Not a piece of meat in sight.

"Jimin? Why don't demons eat meat?" I asked as I began to crack some eggs into the bowl.

No answer.

I glanced over my shoulder where Jimin was seemingly looking off into the distance a little, lost in thought.

Did he even hear me?

"Because we don't," he finally replied.

I took a deep breath as I began to beat the eggs. "Is it really that bad you can't tell me?" I arched a brow. "Or are you just being dramatic for the sake of it?"

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Does it have something to do with the Mad King's War?" I suggested.

At the mention of the war Jimin's shoulders stiffened. "You and your outlandish thoughts," I barely heard him mutter.

I frowned a little and turned on the stove, pouring the eggs into a pan I'd cleaned and placed.

Maybe he was keeping the truth of meat and demons to himself for a dramatic flare. Yet, I found it interesting how he seemed to tense up at the very mention of the war and any involvement he might have.

If he really had been born during it, perhaps what horrors had he seen? Had experienced? Maybe that's why demons didn't eat meat.

Because if the majority of current demons were spawned due to the Mad King's War, who knew what horrors and blood gore they might've seen and now demons were just avoiding any hint of violence anymore.

The rest of food preparation passed in quiet as I finished scrambled eggs mixed with chopped veggies. The end golden result made me place my hand on my hips in victory as Jimin investigated the food I'd poured into a final bowl.

"Looks good," Jimin admitted almost grudgingly. "Nice job."

"You want some?" I gestured, recalling how demons only ate once a month.

A grin tugged at my lips on how Jimin looked up at me with round eyes.

"Good grief you can just tell me if you want some," I laughed. "You look like a little puppy."

"Shut up," Jimin sulked away out of the kitchen.

I didn't miss the light pink hue on his cheeks.

I chuckled again as I began to shove the fluffy eggs into my mouth, finally sating my hollow hunger.

My eyes threatened to roll in pleasure as food began to enter my body. I'd eaten almost half of the bowl of eggs, forgetting where I was momentarily, when Jimin's voice brought be back to reality.

"When you're done having an orgasm over eating the eggs, Human, come over here," the babysitter called at me.

I halted and met the sapphire eyes across the room, debating whether to be pissed or embarrassed. I certainly was not even close to 'having an orgasm' over eggs.

"Why should I?" I finally called back to Jimin.

I noticed he now had some cute glasses on and was carrying a textbook with several papers now.

Imagine those ridiculously hot f-boys you see in movies, then imagine those genuinely cute nerds you see at school with glasses. Now mash the two together, dye their hair blue and color their eyes azul, and boom, you had the Jimin who was standing in front of me.

"I'm working on my Unit Final Project overhumans for school," he replied, dropping the textbook on the small table in themiddle of the living room. "And you're going to help me on the Reproduction part of the report."

I wheezed on the eggs.

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