"Sorry little dove."

I don't recall much of what happened afterwards, just that I could feel the presence of others around me, watching me when I awoke.

The bed I was laying in was comfortable, my side being warmed by what could've been another person's body heat. I wasn't quite sure, because my eyes were covered. I reached up to remove the covering over my eyes, revealing my breathtaking surroundings. The room was a beautiful shade of red, the bed I was in draped in elegant silks and large comforters.

Beside me, a male with a pretty face and mint colored hair. The sleepy one I had met before, why was he in the same bed? I looked around the rest of the room before deciding to get up from the bed.

"Good morning, little dove." A sultry voice greeted. I knew I had felt someone's presence other than the boy who was sleeping in the bed, but until that moment I couldn't pinpoint it.

"Where am I? Did something happen?" I checked myself, my clothes were still as plain as I had remembered, frumpy and modest.

I tried to connect the pieces of my concious to remember what happened to bring me here, but I couldn't help but draw blanks.

"We brought you here after you fell asleep in the parking lot, you must've been exhausted." The male - who earlier at that party had introduced himself as Namjoon - seemed to be subconsciously petting my hair.

As comforting as the gesture was, it sent tingles down my spine and I flinched away.

"Sorry little dove, force of habit." He smiled softly, looking away from me to the mint haired boy in the bed.

"Yoongi, get your ass out of bed. You know we have plenty of other rooms for you to use." He scolded Yoongi.

Yoongi's tired grumble arose from under the thick layers of comforter.

"It was my bed first."

I felt bad, burdening them by falling asleep. Had I been overworking myself so much that I really just passed out? I had a sneaking suspicion that it was more than Namjoon said it was, but I couldn't prove anything with my memory so botched.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs, little dove, you've slept for a while so it's likely you're going to be hungry soon."  He explained.

"Oh. That's so sweet of you guys." I blushed lightly, subconsciously checking the clock on the wall behind Namjoon. 

"But unfortunately, I can't stay long. I've got work in about an hour." I stated, walking to the door to leave the room.

"Right, of course." Namjoon smiled innocently, opening the door for me and leading me downstairs to the kitchen.

"You're free to leave AFTER you eat. An empty stomach is awful to work on, and clearly you're already sleep-deprived if that little spill of yours was any indication."

I nodded, grateful that I had managed to meet such a kind person. I made my way to the kitchen with Namjoon, eating to my heart's content.

"Oh wow, this is fantastic." I hummed. This was easily some of the best food I'd ever eaten.

"You flatter me dear, but I'm well aware my food is fantastic. Even the likes of Gordon Ramsay couldn't hold a candle to my expertise in the fine arts of cuisine." The broad-shouldered male I had met yesterday made a reappearance. His blonde locks fell lazily over his face like he had just woken up not long ago, but it was charming.

"I'm glad you can be confident in your talents, Seokjin," Namjoon butted in. "but let the poor girl finish her food."

Seokjin frowned at Namjoon's demand, going back to his own seat across the vast dining room. I politely wiped my mouth with a napkin before standing up and setting my plate and utensils in the sink.

"Thank you for having me, you guys. I appreciate your help." I gave them my best smile before walking to the door to leave. Once I tried the handle, however, it didn't work.

"Huh?" I asked audibly.

"Namjoon? The door won't open." I called out to him. There was no response, no friendly chatter echoed through the corridors, or bounced off the walls into my ears. The color of the entrance room had changed completely.

I tried the door again, feeling my pulse quicken and my breath become shallow.  "Please, please let me out I can't get fired!" I struggled with the doorknob.

As soon as my hand left the cold metal of the doorknob, the door swung open, hitting me right in the face.

"Owww..." I felt blood running from my nose and I looked up to the person who budged the door.

"Jeez, look where you're going dipshit." A boy I remember meeting before with the others said to me harshly.

I held my poor nose, tipping my head back so the crimson liquid wouldn't drip.

"You hit me with the door, not the other way around!" I exclaimed, clearly peeved by his awful behavior.

"The least you could do is apologize." I frowned.

"You're the idiot who wouldn't let go of the handle, how couldn't you figure out that someone else was twisting it from the other side?" He smirked deviously at me, flicking my forehead.

"Dumbass." He murmured.

I looked away from him, embarrassed and a bit angry. I noticed the walls had gone back to the way they were moments before, white and pristine.

"Look. I'm sorry if I offended you, but I was just trying to get out of here to get to work on time." I sighed.

"Since you wasted my time, how about I waste yours?" He said, before scooping me up over his shoulder and walking away from the entrance.

"Wait, wait! Put me down!" I shrieked, taken completely by surprise. I kicked at him the further he walked.

"You're annoying me, stop that." He warned.

I wasn't going to go easy on him. How dare he act like I'm nothing more than a sack of potatoes?!

I continued kicking and punching him until finally I was thrown down against cold marble flooring.

"Ouch." I squeaked.

His red eyes looked down at me, disappointment and rage swimming in his orbs. My body ran cold with fear, but also, a hatred I had never felt before.

"Listen. I'm not at all like the others. I'll tell you now, I won't play nice to get you. You will become mine, and I will take that damn throne. My brothers won't be able to boss me around anymore, and you sure as hell won't be able to either." He snarled, glaring at me.

Before I knew what was happening, I was swooped off of the ground and pushed against a wall nearby. My body protested in pain, I'd already been tossed around enough by this guy I hardly even knew. He grabbed my chin roughly, yanking it closer to him before our lips connected. My face turned bright red and I smacked him as hard as I could.

"W-what the heck?! What are you even talking about? You can't just go around kissing strangers without asking!" I huffed.

"Fine. Then can I kiss you?" He asked.

"No! Of course you can't!" I stomped my foot on the ground.

"This is ridiculous. . ." I shook my head in disbelief.

Footsteps echoed throughout the room and I turned to look. It was the short one I had met before, with his cute bubblegum pink hair and that beautiful little smile of his.

"Taehyungie, Jiminie wants a turn too.  Where's my hugs and kisses?" He pouted lightly at the brunette.

I felt more confused by the second.

"You make it sound all weird Jimin, but of course I can give you hugs and kisses." Taehyung immediately seemed to soften up, letting me go and moving away to pull Jimin into a hug.

"Why does she get your love Taehyungie? I thought you loved me." He frowned.

"Of course I do, but if I'm going to get that throne. You know what has to happen." He pet Jimin's head.

I felt out of place here.

"I'm just gonna. . . go." I muttered, dusting myself off and heading for the door to the room.

"Wait." Jimin caught me by the arm.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"You're going to be someone else's?" He seemed sad at the thought.

I was thoroughly confused. I was my own, not someone else's. I belonged to no one and the things he was saying made no sense.

"I'm not sure what you mean. . ." I chuckled awkwardly.

"I know they're all more handsome, and they have better personalities, and they all have better abilities. . .  But I hope you choose me." He smiled gently at me. I didn't know what he meant, but my heart felt the meaning behind his words.

It longed to tell him he was his own unique person, how he was beautiful, and kind, and deserved the world. However, I didn't tell him that.

"I-" I sputtered out. "Y-yeah, ok. I'll um think about it." I scurried out the door quickly afterwards.

"Going somewhere beautiful?" A tall man scooped me up and dipped me down, spinning me dramatically like a  dance.

"Oh goodness. Namjoon, you scared me." I put my hand to my heart.

"Sorry little dove, that was never the intention." He pet my hair comfortingly.

How were these men so comfortable with skinship? I could barely even shake somebody's hand without freaking out about it for an hour.

"I was trying to leave, but I ran into Taehyung." I explained to him.

"About that. . . I should warn you. We are no longer in your world, y/n." He stated as if that were the most casual thing to ever mention to somebody.

"What?" My mouth gaped open. What was he on about? He walked me all the way back to the front of the house, opening the door. I tried to walk out, but something pushed me back.

"Anti-human and angel barrier. Keeps humans and angels out, and it'll keep you in. This is for your own safety little dove." He cooed softly.

This is insane.

I was officially going insane.

"I'm sorry, explain please?" I huffed.

"You're in the Lilith plane now, Y/N. Soon, you will become queen."

This was all some kind of sick joke, right? Surely the door was just a fake or something, there had to be a reasonable explanation. Right?

His hand gently traced my cheek, leaving tingles as it moved.

"I should further introduce myself. I am Kim Namjoon, and I am the 4th prince of the Lilith. Also, I'm an incubus." He whispered the last part into my ear.

Suddenly, my world was spinning and I fainted. This was going to be one HELL of a nightmare.