I'm not a bad person, I never have been. Like my parents taught me, I fear the wrath of God. It shows in my everyday life, my modesty, the cross hanging from my neck at all times, my refusal to go out and party.

I've never even kissed a man, or a woman, for that matter. I am in every sense, pure. I went to a Catholic school growing up, and I learned of all the soul-crushing consequences of sin. I saw how sin broke my family apart, and I allowed that to push me even further into my piety.

"Y/N?" I spun around when my name was called, I scarcely heard it over the loud noises of the office.

"Oh, yes?" I replied, giving my co-worker as polite a smile as I could muster.

"We've got this work party next Friday! We're celebrating Jamie's promotion. Since he came all the way down here from America, he's finally learned enough Korean to work with the CEO. He was a guppy like us, Y/N. This is a chance for us to see our possible future if we can kick it into high gear!"

"Actually, I can't attend. I have to babysit some kids from my church while their parents take a trip to see some family. . . also, I don't do parties." I sighed.

She shook her head with a frown.

"Alright. I'll let them know you won't be attending. As always."

"Thank you." I gave her another polite little smile

I could've just told her I wasn't comfortable with parties, but I was afraid she'd ask more questions. I needed to ask for forgiveness later for lying to my poor coworker. This was a path I knew would lead to nothing but sin, but my anxiety outweighed my honesty in the spur of the moment. I signed the cross, kissing my rosary gently.

Truth be told, the only parties I ever attended were church ones, one of which I would be attending soon to meet the new transfers from Seoul. It wasn't often we had people move to our remote little town, but now, seven gentlemen were moving here all at once.

Perhaps this was God's way of saying I should put myself out there, or perhaps I was reading into it too far.

As soon as my work day ended, I had to get ready. I chose a lengthy maxi skirt and a petite and practical blouse. My sister, Minji, would scold me for my poor taste in fashion, but she had a child at 15 and thought thigh highs with short skirts were appropriate, so I never much took her words to heart.

I had expected these seven gentlemen to be just as common and dull as everyone else, but what I found instead was several well-dressed men with different shades of hair than I was accustomed to.

Strikingly beautiful.

"Come on in Y/N, don't be shy." The pastor of my church gestured me in.

My church wasn't necessarily catholic, but it wasn't completely nondenominational either. It was a strange set up compared to the stuffy cathedrals I had become accustomed to as a child.

As I stepped further into the room, I saw the men in clearer detail. They were even more handsome up close.

My eyes wandered to a relatively short male with bright green hair that reminded me somewhat of mint icecream. His sleepy eyes glanced my way and I gave him a small smile. He returned it, but it seemed he was dozing off even now.

Beside him was a male of similar height, who looked like he didn't necessarily want to be here. His bubblegum pink hair seemed very toned down despite being such an eccentric color, but perhaps it was because of his gloomy demeanor. Despite this, when I gave him a wave, his cheeks burst into a blush which made my heart warm.

Towering above them was a man oozing sex appeal. It felt weird to think such a thing, but if ever such a man could make me think such sinful, awful things, it was him. His silvery hair just served to make him even more captivating. He smirked at me, and this time, I felt MY cheeks getting red.

I cleared my throat before looking to the next one, just a bit shorter than the silver-haired man. I could feel his suffocating arrogant aura from across the room. Though, his looks gave him plenty of reason to have such an air about him. His shoulders, while a bit more wide than his companions, only made him seem more dominating, I couldn't help but feel both intimidated, and in awe of his presence.

There was also a man in a very expensive looking suit next to them all, he had a bright air about him and a contagious smile. His long face, while not too common, was beautiful. His red hair was just as equally so.

Another male with black hair stared me down, looking pissed. I had no idea what I had done to provoke such a reaction, but it made me shiver. Despite his charming looks, his aura was encroaching upon my happy little bubble and I too could begin to feel just a bit irritated.

Weren't there supposed to be seven? Where was the last one?

As my eyes scanned the room once more, I found an unfamiliar boy at a table covered in h'orderves. He was stuffing his face with food and I couldn't help but find myself chuckling. It seems my laughter caught his attention, because he ended up turning around to look at me. He gave me a grin that very much reminded me of a bunny rabbit, his face still stuffed full, which only served to make me giggle more.

It wasn't until I had finished looking around that I realized I had missed the whole speaking part of the party and the introductions of the men. Apparently, I was so out of it, the tall silver-haired man from before had made his way over to me. He had a polite air, despite a hidden look of desire that one would not expect from such a refined man.

"You look lost little dove." His voice was rather deep and it shook me to my core.

No, what was I thinking? He was likely as respectable and chaste as any good Christian. To be fantasizing in such a way about a complete stranger was unthinkable!

"Ah... no, sorry. I suppose I zoned out a bit, so I'm afraid I missed the introductions." I felt another blush rise to my cheeks.

Why did my body react to him so much? I promise that this wasn't normal for me! I must stress to you the multitude at which he intrigued and tickled my fancy, and when he smiled, he had the most irresistible dimples I have ever seen on another human being.

"I suppose it'd be better for me to introduce myself anyways." The man smiled that cute dimple smile. "I'm Kim Namjoon, allow me to also introduce the rest of my companions." He took my wrist gently, giving me room to break the grasp if I was uncomfortable - a gesture which made me feel reassured of his good intentions - before walking me over to the rest of his group.

He introduced the boys one by one.

"This is Min Yoongi. He knows better than to stay up late or nap later in the afternoon before events like this, but it seems he never learns." Namjoon gestured to the mint-haired boy who gave a yawn in reply.

"Park Jimin." Now he pointed to the pink-haired one, who seemed in awe of Namjoon just as I had been.

"Kim Seokjin." The broad-shouldered male cut in before Namjoon could speak.

"Yes yes, I do look familiar. You probably saw me on TV or in a magazine. Fear not, I shall humble myself to the likes of the rest of you." He dusted his clean-pressed suit before gesturing to the next male.

"Hey, name's Jung Hoseok! I hope we can become really good friends! Also, I love your necklace, where'd you get it?"

He was interrupted by the black-haired male. "Not that I care to tell you my name, but since I have to, It's Kim Taehyung." I could FEEL the danger in his presence, like he was a loose cannon ready to blow at the drop of a hat.

"Don't mind him." The boy who was previously at the appetizer table was now filling his face again, but with a Poptart from his suit pocket.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, but you can call me Kookie. I have a feeling we'll be good friends, Noona."

Being called Noona made me feel a bit old, but the boy with his chipmunk, food-filled cheeks made it feel warranted.

"Nice to meet you all, I'm L/N F/N." I gave them all my biggest smile, bowing my head at each of them.

"Well, Miss L/N shall we escort you to your car? It's getting rather late." Namjoon offered politely.

I felt inclined to accept the offer, after all he was nothing but kind to me.

He linked my arm with his after we both said our goodbyes to the other partygoers and lead me to the parking lot where the vehicles were. Everyone had either left already or was set to stay here for clean-up, so it felt empty despite being surrounded by the seven boys. I could feel some kind of presence warning me of my imminent doom, but another, stronger and more tantalizing feeling overwhelmed my senses.

Then, before we made it all the way to my car we stopped in front of a large SUV. Yoongi stepped in front of me before his eyes glowed a calming deep blue of which I had never seen before, suddenly my own eyes began to feel heavy.

"Sorry little dove." Namjoon's gentle voice was the last thing I heard before I slipped out of conciousness.

"Find the girl with the purest soul, corrupt it and you shall regain control."