TW WARNING: Torture - Sections marked

He smirks, watching the young people come in and out of the apartment complex. From what he has heard, they are starting to become disheartened and worried about this meat suit.

Xedysus has never truly understood the human experience, especially when it comes to caring for someone.

He has watched Namjoon do such kind things for strangers. Like encouraging Jungkook and Taehyung to follow their dreams. Did he need to do that? No. He did it because he can. He has access to Xedysus' plethora of knowledge, everything in existence. Sure, Xedysus couldn't access a lot of it while he was inside Namjoon, but he never even asked.

Namjoon could have asked for the key to success. He could've asked how to talk his way in and out of anything. But Namjoon never asked for these things. Xedysus told him anything he thought would be important, and Namjoon would do whatever he wanted with that information.

Sure, Xedysus would give Namjoon orders, and he followed them obediently. And sure, Namjoon had his teenage angst moments where he hated Xedysus. But overall, Xedysus loved watching Namjoon grow.

Maybe he only loves the girl because he was inside Namjoon for too long. Never in his entire existence did Xedysus ever feel anything. Maybe he's been influenced by Namjoon's complex human mind? He's never possessed someone for so long before.

As these thoughts rush through Xedysus' mind, he starts to become aware of his favourite presence.

Hana.

"Xedysus? Z? Are you out here?" She asks, moving across the street as she looks up towards the sky.

He watches her for a moment, smiling happily to himself. She is a beautiful woman, but more specifically, she has a beautiful soul. He has never been so affected by someone's energy before.

"Please, I want to talk," He hears her sigh as she turns away from him.

He knows he can't let her wait for too long.

He uncloaks, moving out of his hiding spot where he was been observing them for the past few days.

"Hello, Bae Hana," He murmurs.

. . . . . 

Hana:

I gasp, spinning around to face Seokjin. More specifically, Z in Seokjin's body. He looks exactly like Seokjin, other than his eyes. The redness of his eyes always startles me. They swirl around like blood pooling down a drain.

I cling to the protection necklace I am wearing, trembling slightly in his presence. Namjoon said if I wear it, Seokjin – I mean Xedysus – will assume it is the reason he can't read me.

I know I said I was happy with this plan, but now that I am here, I am not so sure. He is a lot more terrifying in person.

"How are you?" He asks, his natural growl escaping his lips. I shiver before trying to pull myself together.

You can do this, Hana... you can do this!

"Tired... I am tired of all this fighting," I sigh deeply, "Please... please leave Seokjin out of this,"

Xedysus tilts his head, as if contemplating this request. After a brief moment, he smirks, returning his gaze to mine.

"You know what I want," Xedysus says simply, "If you comply with my request, I'll leave,"

I consider this suggestion. They would all be much happier, much safer, if I just do as he says. But could I really leave my entire life behind for a God? A God I fear?

"How... how does it work?" I mumble. Xedysus grins widely, almost splitting Seokjin's face apart. I don't understand how he can force Seokjin's face to move like that.

"That's my girl," He says, "All you have to do is follow me,"

"Follow you?" I ask.

"Yes, you take my hand, and you follow me," Xedysus moves forward, holding his hand out for me to take.

"What about Seokjin?" I ask.

"As soon as you take my hand, we will both leave this earth," Xedysus explains, "Your body will fall to the ground, lifeless. Seokjin will collapse beside you, but he will be fine,"

I look down at his hand, unsure if this will really work. Can I do this correctly?

I bring my eyes back up to his and beam, a huge happy smile that is easy to fake in this situation. He smiles back, holding his hand up higher as a gesture of encouragement. I rush forward and wrap my arms around his middle. I feel the mark on my back burn as he places his hands on my back.

"Wait..."

Before he can pull away, I place the stamp on his skin, just under his shirt. I pull away, watching him warily. He runs his hand over his back and sighs. An evil grin spreads across his face as his eyes light up.

"You really thought you could drag me in there using the same methods?" Xedysus growls, stepping forward, "Not this time,"

He lifts his arms, ready to push me away with some magical force. I scream, but nothing happens. I peek at him, only to find he is no longer standing in front of me. He is on his back, quite a fair distance away, groaning in pain. Quickly, Namjoon and Jungkook rush forward to drag him upstairs.

. . . . . 

Namjoon:

Jungkook and Namjoon drag him into the lounge room, onto the same chair, with the same binds, just like last time. But this time will be different.

"Seriously?" Z mutters, sounding exhausted, "Repelling? You got me with that one,"

"We sure did," Yoongi chimes in, grinning from ear to ear, "Welcome back old man,"

Jungkook scuttles away, already feeling the anger radiating from Z, directed at Yoongi. It has never been a secret that Z doesn't like Yoongi. He said it that day they started the English assessment, and he has maintained that grudge. Yoongi does like to provoke Z, but that's how he is.

Z attempts to tug from the binds but stops as he remembers what they do. He relaxes, leaning back on the chair comfortably.

"Now what?" Z asks, directing his questions at Yoongi, "Exorcise me again?"

"No," Yoongi smirks. He holds up a necklace so Z can see it.

It's just like the protection pendant, but more intricate. The pendant has the protection sigil on one side and a binding sigil on the other side. It is wrapped up in a braided copper, twisting around the sigils. The chain holding the pendant is made of silver, also braided in a very specific way. Even from a distance, Z should be able to tell that this piece of jewellery is going to be his home.

"You're going to contain me... to that?" He spits bitterly, "It's not even pretty,"

"Well, if you stopped hiding from us like a little bitch," Yoongi sneers, "We would have asked you for your preferences,"

"You think I was hiding?" Z scoffs, "Why would I hide from a child like you?"

"I don't know, you tell me," Yoongi replies, "You were right out there, watching us look for you, like a scared little baby god,"

"Once I am out of this, I will drag your soul downstairs," Z grins, "And I will slowly flay you,"

"Yeah, right," Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"And even when you beg for me to stop, I will heal you and start again... over and over for eternity,"

"Namjoon, just start the ritual," Yoongi mutters, "I'm done provoking the kid,"

"Kid?"

Yoongi turns his back on Z, moving away from the angry god. The others, who are watching on from a distance, are staring at Yoongi as if he has gone crazy.

"Should you be talking to him like that?" Taehyung mutters fearfully.

"Nah, but who cares," Yoongi shrugs.

Namjoon begins the ritual, reading a section from an incredibly old book they downloaded from the internet. The book is a grimoire that was written by an old Slavic witch hundreds of years ago. Luckily Yoongi had found it when he did. It has everything they need to deal with Z.

Z appears to recognise the language and words Namjoon is reading. He starts chuckling, before slowly starting to laugh. During this, Hoseok and Jungkook do their part in this ritual. They place the decorated piece of cloth on the ground at Z's feet before placing the necklace in the centre. Hana watches on fearfully, standing near Namjoon.

Z's laughter gets louder and louder before Namjoon finally stops.

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. . . . . 

"What's so funny?" Namjoon asks.

Z slowly calms down, before grinning at Namjoon.

"It's just funny... you've done everything right... but you forgot one important thing," Z sneers, looking at all of them.

"What?" Hoseok asks, standing tall and angry. Z turns his eyes to him, narrowing them as if he has found his new victim.

"I don't feel pain," Z snickers.

"What? I don't understand..." Before Hoseok can continue, Z snaps Seokjin's wrist easily, twisting it to the side.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Jimin yells.

"What are you doing?!" Taehyung screams. Hana covers her mouth, shocked and disgusted by the sight. Jungkook holds Hoseok back as he tries to move towards him, yelling incoherently. Yoongi and Namjoon step forward, looking from the wrist to each other. Z continues chuckling, his eyes rolling around.

"Ahhh, I don't think Seokjin liked that,"

"Why are you doing this?!" Hana screams, stepping forward, "Just stop it!"

"Not until I get what I want," Z replies.

"Namjoon," Yoongi moves towards Namjoon, whispering urgently, "He's going to slowly break everything in his body. Just hurry up and finish the ritual,"

"What?" Hoseok demands, "He'll kill him!"

"He'll kill us all if we don't hurry up!" Yoongi yells angrily, "Finish it... quickly!"

Namjoon continues reading from the piece of paper in his hand. He only needs a few minutes to finish it.

SNAP!

Jimin and Taehyung look away as Z breaks Seokjin's other wrist.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Slowly, one by one, Z breaks each of Seokjin's fingers, laughing maniacally as he does. He stares Hoseok down, watching as Jungkook barely holds Hoseok back. Hana has fallen to her knees, crying as the sound of breaking bones echoes in her ears.

"Maybe I should let him talk?" Z chuckles. He slumps forward, as if he has left the body. Namjoon continues as the most guttural, animalistic scream comes from Seokjin's mouth. He leans back, staring down at his hands in a panic. His eyes are no longer red.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Seokjin cries out, breathing rapidly as he looks around the room. He spots Namjoon reading the text.

"Namjoon, kill me... please just kill me," Seokjin sobs, "Please, just end me,"

Before anyone can respond or comfort Seokjin, his eyes begin swirling, slowly turning red again.

"Ahh, that was refreshing," Z smirks, "Do you think humans still need kneecaps?"

"NO!!" Yoongi yells, but it's too late. He watches as Seokjin's leg caves in, moving in a direction it shouldn't.

"What is wrong with you?" Hoseok screams, clawing at the air as Jungkook continues to push him away. Taehyung steps forward to help Jungkook, hugging Hoseok tightly as he sobs.

"It's almost finished," Yoongi directs at them before looking back at Seokjin, "Hang in there Seokjin,"

"Oh? You think you're going to win this?" Z laughs darkly, "This is how this is going to go: You either let me go, or Seokjin will be dead before Namjoon is finished reading,"

"We need to let him go!" Jimin begs, pleading with Yoongi as Namjoon continues reading, "He's going to kill him!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Yoongi reassures Jimin. But they can't tell if he's reassuring Jimin, or himself.

"No? You're okay with this kid dying?" Z cocks his eyebrow, "All right... what about ribs?"

"DON'T!" Jimin screams as Jin's body twists in a way it shouldn't, followed by a muffled snap in his chest.

"Namjoon hurry!" Yoongi snaps, starting to panic.

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. . . . . 

"Done!" Namjoon declares, throwing the paper away as he pulls a bag of herbs from his pocket. Z's expression falls as he smells the natural aroma coming from it.

"You throw that shit at me, and I'll snap his neck before those herbs leave your hand!" Z cries out. Namjoon can see the fear in his own eyes, watching Namjoon warily.

"Jimin, help me," Yoongi says sternly, moving towards Z, "Hold him down,"

"You think you can stop me?" Z chuckles nervously as Yoongi pins Seokjin's shoulders while Jimin holds his head in place, "I can still kill him!"

Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok rush forward, holding down various limbs to keep Z from breaking anything else. They try to ignore the blood and bruising spreading across Seokjin's skin.

"NAMJOON DO IT! QUICK!" Yoongi bellows, struggling to keep Z in place.

Namjoon steps forward, pouring the herbs from the bag into his palm. He passes Hana the marker so she can cross off the sigil binding Z to Seokjin's body once Namjoon is ready. She shuffles behind the chair, easily finding the sigil from a gap in the back of the chair.

"Ready?" Namjoon asks, holding the herbs firmly.

"DO IT!" Yoongi snaps.

"GO!" Hana yells, crossing out the sigil.

Namjoon quickly sprinkles the herbs over Seokjin's body, watching as they begin to seep into his skin.

Everyone stumbles back as Z begins to scream. They watch as what appears to be Z's essence or energy leaches out of Seokjin's body in the form of a black smoke, being sucked into the necklace at his feet. The room begins to feel dense and palpable, the fear of it being unsuccessful hanging over them. Once the smoke has finished pouring into the necklace, they rush forward to check on Seokjin.

"Jin? Seokjin!" Hoseok begs, shakily trying to check his pulse.

"He's alive," Yoongi says firmly, "Someone call an ambulance!"

He looks around to find Hana is already on the phone to them, stuttering as she answers their questions. They unbuckle Seokjin from the chair, gently laying him on the ground.

"Jungkook, hide the chair," Yoongi says quickly, "Hoseok, grab a broom and two of the belts. Taehyung, I need you to support Seokjin's head, just in case,"

They do as they are told, rushing around the small apartment for the things he has requested.

Yoongi ties the broom around Seokjin's leg, ensuring it is completely supported and straight.

"Jimin, I need something flat and a bandage," Yoongi demands, "Or a wooden spoon,"

As Yoongi continues to apply basic first aid, Namjoon kneels down in front of the pendant. He can tell Z is in there, screaming his heart out as he tries to break free from the metal. But the more he tries, the stronger the copper gets.

Namjoon reaches his hand out, picking up the cold metal jewellery. No one notices or stops him as he places it over his head.

"Z?" Namjoon asks quietly.

If you don't let me out, I will kill you all in the most brutal way, Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon smirks. Just like before, he can hear Z in his mind. However, this time he sounds quieter, or maybe further away? Namjoon can't tell. What he can tell though is Z is trying to find a way out of the jewellery and into Namjoon's mind. However, the protection pendant is doing its job, so all Namjoon can hear is Z's futile attempts at breaking from his prison.

"You will stay in there until you say what I want to hear, Z," Namjoon smirks.

Z continues to curse Namjoon's existence, but he begins ignoring it, silencing his voice easily.

The ambulance arrives and takes Seokjin away. As they tentatively move him onto the stretcher and out of the apartment, Namjoon realises just how injured Seokjin is.

"Is he going to be okay?" Namjoon asks as the paramedic wheels him away. She looks back at him, a sad smile on her face.

"We are going to do everything we can, okay?" She reassures him. Namjoon knows exactly what that means: Be prepared, you might have to bury your friend. 

(A/N) 🫰🫰🫰

Uh oh, Jin better not die *I say as if I'm not writing this shit*