Seven Monsters (BTS x Reader)

Five: Questions

"Care for a drink?"

God you have no idea why they decided to bring you and Nathan out of the prison you two were in. To make it worse you are alone with one of your kidnappers in a study room. Jimin is standing beside a glass table with two drinks. A glass bottle on the side that reads white wine, but his cup might be red wine. He grabs the red wine glass, leaving you the white wine.

"Uh no thanks I don't drink," you grumble, crossing your arms.

"Is it because you don't like alcohol or the fact that you don't trust me?" he asked, smiling. He thinks this is so fucking funny does he? 

"Both, I hate alcohol and I will never trust you."

"Probably the first person I met that hates alcohol," he hums, amused.

"There are a handful of us out there, people who don't like the hangovers or making mistakes while intoxicated," you hum, crossing your arms against your chest. 

He suddenly walks over to you and you couldn't help but feel fear for a split second. There's something off about this guy that has your gut screaming at you to get away as fast as possible. However you stood your ground, even though you did coward a bit.

"But isn't that the beauty of life? Making mistakes and growing from them?"

"I make enough mistakes as is, why would I add more from drinking?"

Jimin grins and walks back over to the table and sits down in a big black cushion chair. "Please take a seat, we'll have to discuss some things and clear some stuff up." Maybe this is a way to get some information out of him. Your brain refuses to acknowledge that all these seven men want is just you. No there has to be something bigger.

Seven men don't just randomly agree to kidnap one girl without something sinister planed.

You sit down on the seat, but scooted a bit from him. You feel like the chairs were pushed a bit closer on purpose for this. "So, any question you have in the next thirty seconds I will answer honestly, so choose carefully I will not answer them again." Your eyes widen and you immediately try to think what questions are good to ask.

"What do you mean you just want me? That doesn't make any sense."

"It makes perfect sense; we just want you."

"No, no there has to be more to this sentence than just that. Do you want me because I'm the perfect hostage? Am I a citizen who is easily forgettable and no one will go looking for her?"

"We want you...as our mate."

Your eyes widen at this word, mate. "Mate? What does that mean? As in-"

"As in the one we want to love and take care of."

"All seven of you?"

"All seven of us."

That's....not possible. No way that is possible. You've heard of poly relationships failing more than they succeed. It's a rare occurrence that you're glad it worked out for some people, but it's pretty much rare. It's in human nature to get jealous, be selfish over the things and people they love. But most poly ships deal with three people, he's talking about an eight-person relationship.

"T-That's not possible, no way is this the real answers. You cannot be serious, are you serious right now?"

"Serious as a dead heart."

"B-But if that's the case why did you kidnap me? W-Why not just-?"

"Time's up darling," he spoke softly, while standing. Now you are just left with more questions than answers. There are plenty of women in the world, who they do not need to kidnap, to pick from. Why you? Why did they pick you out of billions of people? And if you didn't give them what they want, expecting a relationship from you, are they going to force themselves onto you?