Seven | BTS ✓

7

"One more run through please," Yoongi says through the microphone.

The man in the recording booth gives a thumbs up as Yoongi starts the track over from the beginning and the musician begins to sing over the background music that he created.

Yoongi leans back in his chair and takes his headphones off as the man continues to sing. He sighs, rubbing his temples in annoyance at how tired he is. He rolls his eyes and stares at the ceiling.

He's always tired, but it's still frustrating knowing that he has so much work to do. But he's rather just sit in his chair and continue to stare at the ceiling. It's like every inch he moves is making his energy bleed from him.

The door to the soundproof room opens and the singer comes out.

"Can I go? I have a date," he says.

Yoongi waves his hand dismissively. "Go."

He grins at him before grabbing his jacket from the couch next to the door.

"Get some rest. All you do is work, Yoongi," he says before leaving, closing the studio door behind him.

Yoongi sighs and stretches his arms above his head.

He knows he needs to finalize this mix so he can send it out, but he can't find the motivation. Sometimes he can push himself, force himself to do his work.

But sometimes, like right now, he just can't do it. With a groan, he stands from his chair and lays down on the couch, letting out a relieved sigh when he lets his body relax.

Humans would call him lazy. They would call him depressed. But it's so much worse than that. The darkness in his head, telling him not to move. Not to think. Not to do anything.

He can ignore the darkness sometimes. Force himself to get out of bed. Come to work. Sometimes, he almost forgets that he's the physical representation of Sloth because he feels so normal when he's doing what he loves.

But then it hits him again. It hits him like a punch to the gut and he can't do anything. He feels completely dead inside, like something's stolen his energy. Stolen his will to fight the nature of his sin. So he sleeps. He gives in to it. Because it makes the pain numb.

He wishes it was just that he's lazy. But Sloth is a deadly sin for a reason. And when it's what his core is made of, it's hard to ignore the monstrous darkness inside that tells him to just sleep forever.

Yoongi's phone begins to ring in his pocket and he groans, not bothering to open his eyes. He's too tired to move. The energy's gone again.

It keeps ringing and he tries to ignore it, but the shrill ringtone is giving him a headache.

Without opening his eyes, he pulls his phone out and answers it, pressing it to his ear.

"Hmm?" he says, too tired to speak.

"I just saw... I-I mean I think I saw... it looked like... but she... She... My real name... sh-she..." the voice sputters out, obviously in a panic.

"Are you on drugs?" Yoongi asks, scowling.

"Yoongi, it was-"

Someone knocks on the door to his studio and he slowly sits up, rolling his eyes again.

"Um, I have to go. Someone's here," Yoongi says dismissively and he hangs up.

The person at the door knocks again.

Yoongi slowly walks over to the door as much as he doesn't want to. They won't stop knocking and it's annoying.

"What??" he scowls as he opens the door.

"Manners, love," the woman scolds and lets herself in. "Nice place. Do you own it?"

"Who are you?" he asks, still standing in the now empty doorway.

"Close the door, silly," she smiles gently at him and he frowns, but he does as she tells him. He looks at her and frowns even deeper.

"Who are you?" he repeats. "Why do you look familiar?"

"My name is Lucy," she says, grinning wider as she sees the shock register on his face.

"Lucy?" he repeats, dumbstruck. He sits back down on the couch and continues to stare at her. "No you're not."

She laughs, pushing the burgundy hair from her face. "My eyes look different, I know. But I needed to look human. Did I do okay? I wanted to look pretty for you."

"What?" he asks, his mouth hanging open in confusion as he furrows his brows. "You... No. You're not her. She's been gone for almost a fucking century. Who are you?"

Yoongi starts to feel defensive. No demons have ever found them on Earth since they've been here, but he can definitely tell the woman in front of him isn't human. But she can't be her. She's been gone this long. This isn't her. There's no way she would be here after abandoning them for a hundred years by themselves.

"I can prove it," she says, smiling kindly at his angry and confused expression.

She rolls her left sleeve up on her blouse and shows him her arm. He sees it. Their symbols. All seven of them etched into her arm. Just like he remembers.

"I'm sorry, love. Don't be angry with me. I can sense how betrayed you feel."

He ignores her and focuses his gaze onto the floor. He does feel betrayed. But why? It's all so confusing and he feels the anger returning to him. He wants answers. Why did she free them? He hasn't ever believed that she did it to piss off her brother. They were obviously important to him or else he would've killed them. So why did she really free them?

He looks up to try to ask her, but she's gone.