"I want you all to myself
You are mine
No one can touch you
But me."

— K.SJ

There are people in this, corrupt and broken world. That although they give you continuous pain, play with your heart and possible leave you once and come back again—you still can't let them go.

This person will always stay far too deep in your heart, and although you get the urge to want them out, there's that stronger force keeping them in, keeping you from loosing although your love, your destroyer.

Usually, there's only one cruel person you'll meet that'll ever have the want to destroy you in such maliciousness and enthusiastic manner, someone with the guts to leave, lie, fake and cheat on you, and your wasted affection.

Sadly, you didn't realise it.

They didn't even realise it.

But Seven men had you in their grasp.

Hearing the discreet sound of heavy petals of water hitting the outside of the manor, echoing heavily through the dim halls, the chills were seeping into your thin shirt and jeans. Shivering, you rubbed your bare hand under your top and against your skin for warmth.

You couldn't quite hear so well over the thundering above you and through the roof. Which also baffled you, after you realised you were in the underworld. Maybe it wasn't water and thunder.

Nonetheless, you brushed it off, continuing to walk through the halls, calmly thinking over everything which had happened so recently. To the information you've received, to the sorrow you felt.

You didn't even understand, why you felt so bothered, maybe guilty, possibly regrettably mourning over something you didn't even understand. But it nevertheless perked your interest, there was so many possible reasons to why you were feeling so oppressed.

One reason; you felt guilty for pushing into all these victimised men, surely they were innocent once, surely they had a life before. Maybe you were just far too deep thinking about how innocent they once possibly were to realise they were evil and vile people now, past had no say.

You couldn't really put another finger on it as you observed the paintings hanging from the rusty and black walls, you couldn't help but try to think positively as the painting had shown aggressive blotches of reds and burgundy, while hidden behind the feisty colours of a person, although you couldn't see well enough to describe, the pink painted lips were thin and the brown eyes were wide, it was still very beautiful although having the colour covering certain parts of the painting.

Stalking through the deadly silent and awfully terrifying manor, you couldn't help but complain in your head when you smelt the sudden tinge of iron blood in the air.

You pondered to yourself as you stealthily stalked down the dark and hidden passage towards the over powering scent. It couldn't be Jungkook, that's for sure, nor could it be Taehyung, Jimin or Namjoon, they're rooms were on the other side of the Manor.

It was surely clear, who was the greediest and neediest of them all?

Kim Seokjin.

Before you could turn the corner, into the room that clearly had the overdose of blood sustaining the carpets, the walls, maybe the males clothes and possibly his bed—A hand clasped over your mouth, the firm skin stopped the scent of victimised blood dosing into your senses, which was the only positive side to everything.

The depressing downfall; his hands effortlessly wrapped around your neck, before the person you were sure to be as Seokjin had rapidly pulled you into the room as if you were a weightless doll.

You could feel the crimson blood against your bare feet, as he dragged you across the floor and had you thrown onto his silk and faint pink covered bed.

You covered your eyes, your hands moving to hide the foul scene you were soon sure to witness. There wasn't much sound, wasn't any breathing apart from the person standing above you.

A strong hold had forced you to pull your hand away from your eyes being concealed from a horrible sight, you couldn't even trying closing your eyes in time. You had finally witnessed this mans strength, power and uphold on you.

"It's fine." The husky voice of Seokjin drawled. "I disposed the body already."

Sighing, you pried your eyes slowly around the room, firstly towards your feet, which were already covered in the blood, along with the cuffs of your black jeans, which surely made you uncomfortable.

You then, moved your eyes towards the floors, the walls, and the silk pink bed you were sitting tensed on. Luckily enough, the only thing not drowned in crimson, burgundy, dark tinges of blood was the bed you were lying on. The walls had blotches of it but nonetheless didn't seem as bad as the floors, which were covered and looked like a lake of death.

The paintings, Greed clearly steered clear of, possibly the only thing he made sure wasn't stained in his feed, or possible torture.

Having enough, feeling your stomach twist in an uncomfortable manner, making you feel as if you were gonna hurl at the sight of everything in front of you, you rapidly turned towards the only person other then you in the room.

He didn't have either an enthusiastic expression nor a mocking one, he stood above, watching over me with his darkened hawk eyes, you watched closely as he looked over your features, to your plump and light lips which scrunched into a disgusted scowl, to your hair–lossy brushed down your back but now looked slightly out of place as you had been dragged in, to your unique, brown mixed with white, wide eyes.

"You look pretty today." The male plastered a smile after the evident stoic expression left his attractive face. Although he seemed to be smiling, you were very unhappy with all his actions.

Despite the contrary, you still had the evident urge to leave the room. Notwithstanding you tried to leave the room as quickly as you had been pulled in, jumping up from the bed, your dreams of running away had an abrupt stop when he had effortlessly pushed you back onto the plush bedding.

" You can't leave so quickly angel, you just got here.  "

" If you can keep me interested, then sure...I'll stay. "

The little tighten and outstretch of Greed's plump lips told you he was up to something, watching over his expression as it morphed into something of not only curiosity but knowing, he had an idea. Which wasn't a very good thing, especially when we were talking about Jin. He was far too malicious and peculiar to control.

"Come on then, I'll take you on a walk. "

12 am

You cautiously followed him through the halls you had priory walked through before, although this time while walking through the halls you felt the wave of safely while beside the man, even when you knew you shouldn't have felt like that.

You nervously swallowed the lump in your throat, you were thinking of something to start the conversation, because you both had been walking for at least two minutes in silence, Jin walking beside you.

As you moved your plump lips to speak, Jin's voice cut you off, a mischievous tinge in his words as his lips curled up into a small smirk.

"Are you liking us yet?" His voice was clearly clouded with curiosity as he peered down to meet your gaze, as you gave him a questioning look, why was he asking this? He continued.

"Sorry for the confusion Angel— the only reason I asked is because you seemed to have already personally met a few of us."

"Oh." Realisation was purely seen on your facade, your eyes had widened as he spoke, and although he seemed calm and uncaring, you were sure he was far more snoopy and inquisitive then he looked.

"Well...yes, the boys are kind."

"Is that all? You're not going to tell me anymore?"

"There's nothing to tell." You sighed, watching cautiously as Jin spoke, his eyes gleamed a magnificent green, or maybe an emerald or olive. There was really no telling.

"There's a lot to tell my little angel." Light laughter left his lips and littered the dim hall as he lifted his hands to push you forwards, possibly into a faster walk, as you had noticed his stroll was faster then his usual strut.

"Wh–"

" You'd have to have some interest in them, I mean..they are gods." The raise of his right eye told you he was up to no good, as his lips turned into a bigger mischievous smile.

" They're sinning gods, you're a sinning God. "

"Like you haven't sinned before?"

You rolled your eyes, although made sure he didn't catch you. You had to admit, he was intimating, you had seen him put the younger ones in their places, and it was very horrifying.

" I'm a contrary virtue, if I sinned I'd be dead. "

You were stating the obvious, but the more you looked at his face, the more you believed to be a lie, coming from your tongue.  " Being here is a sin. "

You whispered, finally realising what the male in front of you was trying to make you understand, the realisation had finally hit, you were already worrying for your future. Why didn't your brothers tell you?

" You'd be taken away, there's a difference. " Another chuckle left his plumped lips, as he continued to speak in a monotone and deep octave. " The people who'll take you away can't get you here, they're whimsy, they won't bother. "

"Then what are you trying to get to? Are you just trying to scare me? Do you think I'll leave? "

"All I asked, was if you were interested in anyone. Sadly, the conversation escalated. " He sighed, ignoring your gaze as his eyes moved over the paintings on the walls.

"But you were trying to get to something! "

"No I wasn't."

He declined, but you knew. So you spoke out.

"If they won't kill me, then you will. Won't you?"

His body vividly stiffened under your threatening gaze, which you were sure to frighten yourself if you looked into the mirror, but you ignored the idea and watched as Jin thought, before turning to you, an evident sigh leaving his pretty pink lips.

"I won't kill you, but I'm not sure about the others. I'm being totally honest, you need to believe me when I say this–" Jin had moved, grabbing your shoulders in his tight hold and pulls you forwards to meet his intense glare.

"Some of the men here have no remorse, they've been like that for a very long time, Hope couldn't even change them, it just made them believe she tricked them, leave when you can. I don't care if I don't see you ever again, I'd rather you be alive then dead. "

Words of your own displayed in your mind, his words linked up to others, which gave you the inch of realisation and thought.

His words were hitting your nerves, making you believe terrible things.

One of them did it.

One of them would of had to have done something, that's why she's gone. His words are making sense, he's been through this before, he's dealt with it, he's had to at least stop them before.

You scoff, displaying your disbelieve, before pushing the tall and defined male away, and watching as his face hardened in obvious annoyance, his eyes giving you a deep glower.

"Stop acting Seokjin, I've met enough of you to know that's all you do."

"Before you leave!" He had snarled, grabbing you by the wrist before you could take your exit. "Stop snooping, we've been watching you."

"One of you did it." Your own voice lowered octaves, your body moving closer to seem more intimidating then your real body could seem to be. "I will find out why."

You ran, missing his strong hands and bulky build, although still listening to the booming of his voice as she sprinted through the halls and away from his furious demeanour.

" you'll die trying to Von, just like she did! "

— I'm so sorry, that was a terrible update, I've been so busy I hope you can forgive me. :(