These last few days, I've been getting closer to the boys and seeing their real selves, which range from scary to gentle. The one who I originally deemed the most innocent, Jimin, now proved to me he wasn't going to play nice to get what he wanted. Taehyung barely spoke to me when we passed each other in the hall, which didn't bother me all that much.

A knock sounded at my door, so I went to open it. Standing outside my door was none other than Namjoon who stared at me wordlessly.

"Yes?" I asked him, blinking.

"I've heard about your run-ins with the boys. Hoseok is the only one who actually took you out on a real date, huh?" He chuckled, pushing past me to walk into my room and sit on the side of my bed.

"You need something?" I spun to look at him.

"It's more about what I want than what I need." He shrugged, gesturing me to sit beside him.

I shook my head, if I learned anything from these guys, it was that they turned things from nothing to something real quick. I kept my distance, glancing at Namjoon.

"Jungkook is the most sane of all of you." I said out of the blue.

"He's been nothing but considerate of me, which can not be said for most of you. Seokjin is kind, but he's moody. I thought Jimin was fine, but it turns out he's actually crazier than the rest of you, and Taehyung is an ass. Hoseok seemed a little disinterested in me. (This applies regardless of if you picked Hoseok or not.), and then."

Namjoon cut me off. "And then there's me." He smirked, standing from the bed to walk towards me.

"Little dove, it should be clear by now my intentions." Namjoon boxed me in against the wall.

"It's my nature to desire you, but I've lived my entire life trying to avoid what I am. I know Jimin used to do the same. My brothers think I really, truly, want to rule this hell hole but that's their dream, not mine. I want to support them no matter what, but I don't want to watch someone get hurt. Especially someone like you."

I blushed lightly. I realized how levelheaded Namjoon really was.

"You still want to sleep with me though?" I questioned him, considering his body was pressed against mine.

"Absolutely." He leaned down to me, pressing his lips to mine. I was a bit taken aback, but I allowed the kiss to happen.

"You're beautiful, little dove. That heart of yours should've found someone who wouldn't treat it the way we do." He caressed my cheek lightly.

"If you really want that for me, help me leave." I looked at him, dead serious.

He nodded.

"The others just can't find out." He agreed. "Not until you're back home safely."

I smiled at him.

"Thank you Namjoon."

He pat my head lightly.

"It's no problem, little dove. You deserve it."

He walked out of the room, leaving me there to go think of a plan. In the meantime, I decided I'd get myself some breakfast.

On my way downstairs, I began to feel a bit woozy. I shook it off, pouring myself a bowl of cereal. Before I could pour milk in, I felt the dizziness get worse, then eventually, I fell unconscious.

When I woke up, it was mid-afternoon. A cool, damp cloth was draped over my forehead, the presence of someone else could be felt too. That person noticed me waking, giving me a small smile.

"Feeling any better?" He asked, wiping my forehead and neck with the damp cloth. I wondered for a moment if this was some kind of strange hallucination, because the male before me was notorious for being an absolute ass.

I nodded lightly. He helped sit me up, handing me a glass of water.

"Uhm, thank you, Taehyung." I smiled at him after taking a few sips.

He shook his head at me, taking the cup and setting it on the bedside table.

"The rest of the boys had gone out to run some errands, the only reason I'm here is because I came back to grab something and found you unconcious on the kitchen floor." He sighed, his hand moving to rest against my forehead.

"You were burning up, Y/N. You still are. I wasn't going to do anything about it to be honest, but then I remembered how our mother used to take care of me when I got sick. We're all half human because of her, at least Namjoon, Seokjin, and I. So sickness was and still is a possibility." He explained to me with a melancholy smile. 

"I knew she'd want me to do the same if someone else were sick. Until of course the angels KILLED my parents. That's actually why you're here as part of this prophecy." He ran his hand down my cheek.

It was strange to see Taehyung in such a different light, the anger began to make sense.

"Who mothered the others?" I asked curiously.

"Our father's mistresses, of course. He swore my mother was the only woman he ever loved, but when she got to a certain age, he knew he had to find others to keep him company."

"I may be the second youngest, but my mother was in her mid to late forties when she gave birth to me. It was some kind of miracle to us all." He kissed my forehead which was still burning up.

"Don't hate me for the way I treated you, please. You remind me of her, you're far too kind, far too forgiving, but also so stubborn and headstrong, just like she was. I couldn't bear to imagine you replacing the role my mom once held, but it's inevitable if we truly want our kingdom back. If anyone should rule beside one of my brothers, it should be you."

I reached out for his hand, holding it in mine.

"Thank you, Taehyung. I forgive you for treating me like that, so please don't worry about it anymore, alright?"

He nodded, staring at me.

"For once, since we were cursed and our home was taken away from us, I feel like I'm not angry." He murmured, moving in to lean his forehead against mine.

"I'll take care of you, y/n. No matter what happens to us in the end." He kissed my lips lightly, which made my face become even hotter than it was from my fever.

He pulled back, petting my head gently.

"Get some rest, dummy."