Jimin stood in the center of the room, nerves on edge and palms sweaty with anxiety.  God, he can't beileve what he was about to do.  

  'For Jungkook.'  Jimin told himsef.  The short brunette bit his thick lips out of sheer habit.  

  He needed to do this.  He simply needed too.  There was no other way around it.  Jimin clenched his eyes closed and breathed in three deep breaths.  

  'This is for Jungkook.'  Jimin reminded himself once more before cracking open the nearly acient old book in his hands.  With shaky hands, the male flipped through the thick, old and rough pages until he finally stopped at a particular one towards the middle of the book.  

  Jimin cleared his thoat.  

  'For Jungkook.'  

  The silent room now filled up with the sound of Jimin's broken stutters through the struggle to pronounce the foreign syllables that were written neatly within the book that Jimin now read.

  Jimin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and irritation.  What the heck language was this?  And why was it so difficult to say?  If Jimin had to guess it was most likely ancient latin or some language very old and out-dated.  

  Jimin continued to call out in broken syllables.  

 Jimin felt the room get colder.  

 His tiny body shivered in response to the sudden drop of temperature.  

 Jimin's voice became louder as his determination to make this work grew.  

 The candles that Jimin placed around him in a perfect circle, began to flicker.  Almost completley blowing out.  

 "Ahem."  

  Jimin continued, telling himself that noise was just a figment of his imagination and he shouldn't let it get in the way of reaching his goal.  

  "Okay!  You can stop now!"  

  A gasp seeped out of Jimin's mouth.  Shocked, he looked behind him.  And what he saw made him drop the book due to his shaky hands.  

  "God, your tounges is awful.  Anyway, my name is Suga and you are....?"  

  The demon reached his hand out to the terrified Jimin.