"You are attracting
Far too much attention
I'll have to finish you
Now..."

— P.JM jealous

"What do you mean she knows?" Greed had sneered in utter disbelief as he stomped his way towards the furious Wrath.

"I said— She knows everything."

A ticking time bomb was present in the room, All Seven of the Deadly Sins stood in a room together. Prides room.

It was spotless, wide and spacious. If a fight would break out, Jimin's room would be perfect for it. Although he wasn't very joyous about any of them actually in here, he just wanted to get out of here, he hated being around them when they fought.

"You think we can just hide all of it from her?!" Wrath barked pushing the oldest back and into the desk, which soon made the room rattle, and glasses and books soon fell from the desk and shelves in the room.

"Stop fighting in my room!"

Pride withered in pure anger when his sculpture had smashed into oblivion on his marble floor.

A ghostly white hue swarmed his body, his eyes burning white and his skin paling.

"Did you just break my sculpture?"

"For fuck SAKE, Jimin just get another!"  Yoongi, Wrath screamed, his eyes swarming a heavy and disorientated red hue. His razor sharp fangs had slowly started to stick from his gums as he growled.

Jungkook slowly grabbed Lusts hand, and pried out of the room when he heard Jimin scream like a banshee.

Jungkook promptly closed door behind the two. He tensely turned towards the flirt of the family. Who was only just lazily playing with his nails and looking far too unbothered over the situation.

"You tell her everything and then you have the nerve to BREAK MY SCULPTURE?"

"YOU HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR FUCK SAKE!"

"THAT WAS MY FAVOURITE"

"JUST LOOK IN THE MIRROR!"

Jin tried to break through the fight, baring his fangs as his eyes shone a bold hue of colours. "Don't change the conversation! If she tells anyone we'll be back on earth as fucked up fallen angels! OR WORSE... DEAD!"

Jimin never got angry with Yoongi. Everyone knew that, even earthling, even the gods. Even Sloth looked utterly terrified.

"How are you not disorientated?" Jungkook scoffed towards his elder, Taehyung only rolled his eyes and met the others puzzled green and brown eyes.

"Disorientated? This is exactly what happens when an angels living with us. It happened with Hope, that's why she's gone, Angels are sworn enemies and whether we like it or not they un-knowingly play with our minds."

"Don't speak about hope." Jungkook sneered. "We need to g—"

Loud smashing came from behind the door, screams as well. If he could pale anymore he would've when he heard Namjoon worriedly barked at them to stop.

Jungkook could imagine Hoseok trying to get the door open when he heard the rattling and heavy breathing from he other side of the door. But he couldn't open it.

Also imagining his three Hyungs— Jimin, Jin and Yoongi all fist fighting, clawing at each other and in the shape of demons didn't really sit well in his stomach.

"You should really open the door Jungkook. We don't wanna see a furious Hoseok as—"

As soon as the words left his lips. A furious red head had broke down the door. Envy stood in pure enragement.

Jungkook and Taehyung had both abruptly stood back when the red head was then flown across the room when the other three fighting demons had knocked him over.

Yoongi had then slammed Jin into the wall across from the room they were just prior in, and Jungkook watched in pure horror when SeokJin went right through the wall and into the next room.

Yoongi didn't even seem bothered when they found Von on the other side of the room.

"What the..."

Jimin was almost going to then grab Yoongi's large black wings and swing him through the room too, where Jin was now lying in a heap of rubble on Von's bed, and she beside the bed.

But he stopped when he saw Von.

He took a deep breath of air, calming down. But was stopped overall when Yoongi's fist came and swung straight into his face.

"YOONGI—" Jimin heard Sloth bark in pure annoyance towards his elder.

Jimin fell to the ground in overall pain as it rained through his face and his now split lip. He watched through hooded eyes as Jungkook helped Von through the hole in the wall.

Anger and engagement bubbles in his throat. But he swallowed it down and stayed lying on the floor as Yoongi walked over him.

"We can make you another fucking sculpture, calm down."

Jimin initially gritted his teeth when Yoongi moved over to Von, and Namjoon moved to help Pride off of the floor, and Taehyung helped Envy as well.

"I don't care about my sculpture." Jimin growled. "I care about what this family is and once was. I can't even call us a family anymore, all I see is Monsters."

Jimin wiped his mouth of blood and stood to survey the room. Before his eyes burned towards Wrath, and he left down the hall.

Von looked towards everyone, before his eyes met Yoongi as he spoke. "He's been in a bad mood. It's nothing."

Jin only narrowed his eyes as he slowly stood from the bed, and sauntered through the hole of the wall.

"Nothing." He scoffed. "You call that nothing?"

"He's right." Sloth sighed. His eyes tiredly met the only females in the room. "We think your the one that can help us."

Von sighed and looked away from everyone's hard gaze. "I'm just a newborn—"

"Angel." Hoseok cut off. "Your still an angel. You're like what Hope was."

"So help us, or you'll be stuck here with us forever." Taehyung scowled. "Start with Jimin would you? His auras been overly cold lately and it's frustrating."

"Fine." You sighed.

"Jimin?" You called, walking into the room clear of any living or warmth, unless you count the demon sitting on the couch. With a wine glass in his hands, but you knew it wasn't wine that was in that glass.

"What?" He sneered. His dark and callous eyes roamed over your body as you quietly took a seat beside his lounged body.

His eyes faltered when they met your warm white mingled with brown eyes. He moved his orbs towards the painting across from us.

"I was worried about you. Are you okay?" You spoke right from the heart, you were afraid for him, also extremely worried and anxious. You had been curious about Pride ever since you first met him.

"Worried about me? I know, everyone worries about me."

You gasped a little at his pleasure and ego on himself, but you had forgotten his name was Pride for a reason?

When you came unanswered. He moved his eyes away from the family portrait of seven and down at your eyes.

"Why are you worried?"

Something seemed stuck in your throat. "Y-you often seem lonely, unloved..."

Jimin scoffed half heartedly at your words, they didn't seem to hurt him as much as other things had before. It was the truth, he knew that.

"Yes, I am lonely, and maybe... Unloved." He sighed, his eyes straying into your own. "But I know anyone would love me, I just need to find the right person."

"I am Pride after all." He sighed. A weak smile fell onto his lips as his eyes snapped away from your own. He took a tender sip from the wine bottle, and you watched his Adams spoke bob as he drank.

He moved his lips away from the bottle, and a red tinge of human blood stayed stained onto his plump lips.

"Would you do me a favour?" He purred, moving his callous and pale left hand to play with your strands of blonde hair.

You slowly nodded at his words, and watched as a small drip of blood from his mouth dropped down his lips.

"I haven't touched anyone in a very long time...." he whimpers, a small whimper vivid in his throat.

"Can you kiss me?"

You didn't know what was taking over you, but you tenderly nodded your head and moved forwards, placing a hand on his thigh, while the other moved to clasp lip on lip.

You had no clue why you wanted more and more of Park Jimin, but you took him over. Kissing him deeper and tasting the metallic of his lips. A small whimper left his plump lips, you couldn't help but hold his thigh harder when his hands moved to pull you on top of him.

A small growl left someone's lips, but it was from neither of you.

It was from Lust, Taehyung.