Hana:

I sit at the kitchen bench, flustered as I look down at the food in front of me. I've made myself some cereal and coffee to start the day, sitting beside Namjoon as he eats his breakfast comfortably. I'm still tense, uncomfortably aware of the thoughts and experiences I had the last time I slept here.

The shower incident... the misunderstanding... everything that had happened was embarrassing. Now, I am mad at him, sitting at his counter once again, awkwardly trying to eat breakfast. Why do I keep getting into situations like this around him?

"Yoongi went to a jeweller this morning for the pendants," Namjoon says quietly, "They will be available to pick up tomorrow morning,"

"Really?" I frown, "But Jimin said it would take a week,"

Namjoon turns to look at me, laughter dancing in his eyes as he tries to keep a serious expression.

"Do you want to stay here for a week?" He asks. I blush again, looking down at my breakfast as I continue eating it, refusing to respond. He chuckles, turning back to his food.

He finishes up quickly, standing to go wash his bowl. Not long after, I am finished. I follow him into the kitchen, standing nearby so I can wash my own bowl. He holds his hand out, the sponge still in his hand.

"What?" I ask. He gestures to the bowl in my hand, as if asking me to give it to him.

"No," I chuckle, "I'll clean up after myself, thank you,"

He rolls his eyes, stepping towards me to grab the bowl. I move out of his reach, my eyebrows shooting up.

"No! I'll clean my own bowl!" I snap. Namjoon turns to face me, placing his damp hands on his hips as he tilts his head. He looks like he's about to scold me.

"Listen, I'm good at dishes... I'm not good at cooking," Namjoon explains, "If I clean, you can cook tonight,"

"What makes you think I can cook?" I ask seriously. Namjoon frowns, putting his arms down as he looks at me.

"You don't know how to cook either?" He asks seriously.

"No..." I mutter, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He chuckles, taking this opportunity to grab the bowl from my hands.

"Hey!" I shout indignantly.

"That's okay, we'll get takeaway," Namjoon replies, washing my bowl quickly. I pout, spinning around and heading upstairs. I will not give him the satisfaction of knowing he has affected me.

I pull some comfortable clothes out of my bag. I am not going out anywhere, so why bother worrying about dressing up? I choose a pair of sweatpants and a baggy plain T-shirt. Once I am finished, I open the bedroom door to use the shower. I gasp, spotting Namjoon looming nearby. He's leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door, his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry... I was going to knock... are you showering?" He asks. I nod in response, scuttling quickly into the bathroom.

I know this guy has hurt me and I am mad at him. But he gives me butterflies. The delusional part of me just wants to get excited because he likes me back. But the realistic part of me is simply confused. Now that the god is a problem, I don't have time to be thinking about my little crush on him, or his confusing feelings.

I need to worry about staying alive.

I shower quickly, dry myself, and finish tidying myself up. My hair is up in a messy bun, and I look tired. But at least I don't smell, right?

I leave the bathroom to find Namjoon waiting in the hallway again. I bow towards him before shuffling past to head downstairs. I hear him chuckle to himself, so I turn to look at him, my hands on my hips.

"What are you laughing at?" I mutter as he leaves his bedroom holding his clothes. He looks at me, grinning secretively.

"No reason," He replies, "Just reminded me of something,"

"What? What did it remind you of?" I demand, folding my arms. I can't let him fluster me so much, he's enjoying it too much.

"Do you really want to know?" He asks quietly, taking a few steps towards me. My eyes go wide, and I swallow, but I nod anyway. He cocks his eyebrow, that smirk still plastered to his face.

"That day I peaked out of the bathroom," He nods his head in the direction of the bathroom door, "You were so embarrassed,"

"I-I-I... you were naked!" I respond shrilly. He starts laughing, shaking his head as he moves towards the bathroom again.

"You need to be more confident if you're going to be stubborn," he adds as he starts closing the bathroom door, "You blush too easily. It's fun,"

"YAH!" I yell as he closes the door. I can hear him laughing behind the door, so I decide to just continue downstairs, fuming at his comment.

I can be confident... I'll show him! I won't let him affect me!

I set up my laptop on the dining table, opening an assessment I have been working on recently. Soon, Namjoon is sitting beside me, opening his laptop. I look at him, my eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Why are you down here? You have an office desk, right?" I ask.

"Yeah," Namjoon shrugs as he turns to look at me, "But this way I can spend time with you,"

I stare at him as his grin becomes wider. I must be blushing deeply for him to be laughing at me like this. I... I can be confident!

"I...I... Yah!" I frown. He shakes his head, turning back to his work.

"Are you working on an assessment?" He asks, changing the subject suddenly.

"Yeah... why?" I mutter.

"Just asking," He smiles kindly, "I'm looking into Xedysus,"

"Why? I thought you've tried that?" I ask curiously, looking at his screen.

"I have, but I wasn't looking for a way to stop him last time," Namjoon explains. He opens a few tabs, one with a pdf of an old book, a website about mythology, and a website created by that cult. As he begins reading one, I turn back to my work.

After a few hours of working, Namjoon asks if I am ready for lunch. He has a variety of notes scattered across the dining table, mostly sigils. A few of them he has sent to Yoongi. I agree to a break, my arms and eyes hurting from working at my computer for so long.

As he puts in the order for some food to be delivered, I receive a message from Taehyung.

TAE: Hey! How are you? Jimin said you're sick.

Smiling, I begin responding.

HANA: Yeah, just a little sick. What's up?

TAE: I'm out the front of your house. Jimin said you're here?

HANA: Ah, I'm at Namjoon's house right now. Come over?

TAE: Awe, no thanks. I have a gift though. Want to meet me downstairs?

HANA: Sure, I'll be out soon.

I put my phone down, smiling at the opportunity to see Taehyung. He always knows how to brighten my day.

"What's up?" I turn to find Namjoon watching me, his head tilted, and his arms folded. He has this strange look in his eye, like something is running through his mind. I act casual, ensuring Namjoon can't tell he is affecting me.

New goal: Don't blush because of Namjoon for the rest of the day.

"Taehyung texted," I respond, standing up, "He's going to meet me downstairs,"

"Why?" Namjoon frowns, "He can come up if he likes,"

I shrug.

"He doesn't want to, I guess. He just wants to drop something off," I explain. Namjoon narrows his eyes, but he doesn't elaborate on his concerns.

"All right, don't stray too far from the building, okay?" He replies.

"Okay," I respond, heading out of the apartment.

As soon as I'm downstairs, I spot Taehyung walking towards the building. He stops a fair distance away, smiling at me. I smile back, moving towards him. I give him a big hug, squeezing him tightly. He hugs me back, his warmth relaxing me.

"Let's sit over here," Taehyung leads me to a bench across the road and we sit down.

"What's up?" I ask. He is staring up at the complex, a strange look in his eye.

"I just wanted to see you," Taehyung replies, "You weren't at school today,"

"I know, but it's not the first time I've been sick," I chuckle awkwardly.

I don't know why, but as soon as we sat down, I wanted to run. There is something wrong, but I can't put my finger on it. Is Z nearby, watching us talk? Maybe I should have told Taehyung to come up.

"Maybe we should head up to the apartment," I mutter, looking around. He's gone silent and I don't know what else to do.

"What's wrong, Hana?" He asks. Something about his tone makes me look at him. His eyes flash, those damn eyes. I'd recognise them anywhere. Even if he is wearing Taehyung like a suit, I know those eyes.

"Z?" I mutter, my smile slipping from my face as he turns his body to face me.

"Hello, Hana," He smiles, still using Taehyung's voice, "Have you thought about what I said?"

I shake my head, staring at him. Soon, anger comes to my defence. How dare he possess Taehyung like this. Does Tae know? Is he in there? Why is Z in control unlike when he was possessing Namjoon?

"Get out of him," I demand, "Now,"

"Calm down," Z smirks, holding his hands up in defence as if he is mocking me.

"No, you need to leave. You need to leave Taehyung, you need to leave me alone, and you need to leave this... this plane of existence!" I snap, standing up.

Z sighs, standing as well.

"Don't do this, Hana," Z sighs, "Is it really that horrible to be with me?"

I feel a twinge of guilt, watching Taehyung's face contort with sadness. But he isn't Taehyung.

"I thought you said you wouldn't force me?" I reply sarcastically, "Leave,"

I spin around, moving towards the apartment complex to get away from him. Before I get too far, I feel him grip my wrist tightly. The warmth of his hand doesn't match his aura as I turn to look at him. His red eyes shine through Taehyung's, burning through me.

"Hana... I can't let you go back in there," Z mutters.

"Why? Because you can't enter?" I retort, trying to pull from his grip. But it doesn't work. He pulls me towards him, so I am only an inch away from his chest. His energy gives me chills, causing me to shiver as he smiles down at me. His face makes Taehyung look inhuman, demented. Demonic.

"Because then I can't see you, baby," He murmurs darkly, glancing down towards my lips. I tug harder, fearing for the worst.

Suddenly, someone appears behind him, stamping his forearm with a strange sigil. He frowns down at it as he lets go of my wrist, turning to look at the person who did it. I take a step away, looking behind him. Standing there are Yoongi and Jimin. Yoongi is holding a small ink pad and a piece of paper. Jimin is standing next to him, smirking at Z. They are both wearing a pendant with the protection sigil engraved onto it. The sigil they marked on Taehyung's skin is different from the protection sigil. It's a circle with more intricate details around and inside it.

Z rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Do you know what you just did?" Z asks, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Yep," Yoongi says cheerfully.

"You're trapped in there," Jimin continues, still smirking. Z looks between them, frowning.

"So... I am stuck in your friend," Z expresses, "And you are okay with that?"

"Not for long," Jimin says.

"Why?" Z asks.

THUNK.

I scream as Namjoon quickly moves past me, hitting Z over the head. Z falls to the ground, completely knocked out by the sudden impact.

"So we can take you inside and exorcise you," Namjoon says simply, looking down at Taehyung's body, "Idiot," 

(A/N) 🫰🫰🫰 

Poor V, needing an exorcism and shit. Just not his day, huh?