Seven | BTS ✓

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"Just like that! Yes!" she yells out loud.

Jungkook smirks to himself and keeps doing what he does best.

The camera flashes over and over and he continues to pose, moving around ever so slightly on the set, abs glistening with oil under the lights.

"Okay, let's change into the next outfit please!" the photographer yells to the wardrobe team as Jungkook makes his way over to them.

They strip him of the black leather jeans and push him into ripped white skinny jeans and a white button up shirt, left unbuttoned. Of course. They want to show off his incredible body. He doesn't blame them.

"Sexy! Okay, hop on the couch!" the photographer says, nearly fidgeting in excitement over getting to photograph someone like him.

He smirks again. The attention he gets never gets old.

After an hour of poses and outfit changes, he's finally free to leave.

"Thank you so much for your time, Jungkook. You are truly a phenomenal model," the photographer gushes.

"I know," he smirks. "My agent will get in touch with you about any questions he needs answered."

He winks at her and she immediately blushes.

"O-okay," she stammers out as he walks away.

Jungkook gets in his limousine and when his driver asks him where he wants to go, he tells him to take him to the nearest café. He doesn't need food to survive, but he loves going into public places. He never fails to get showered in compliments. And that adds fuel to his fire.

His name is Pride, after all.

He doesn't say please. He doesn't say thank you. He doesn't admit defeat. He doesn't lose. He doesn't fail. He's not weak. He's not ugly.

He's perfect.

And those are facts, not opinions.

His brothers struggle with their sins. They feel inferior, depressed, broken, psychotic even.

But he doesn't feel that way. He never has.

He only feels Prideful. He's the best, and everyone knows it.

His driver parks in front of the café and jumps out of the driver's seat to open his door.

Jungkook steps out into the cool autumn air and winks at the group of people standing nearby. They all immediately fall into a fit of giggles and he smirks as he struts over to the door of the café.

After walking inside and finding a table, he sees two waitresses arguing over which one will serve him. He sighs in content. It really never gets old.

After an immature game of "rock, paper, scissors," the rose gold-haired girl with fair skin and brown eyes confidently strolls over to him.

"My name is Rosé and I will be your waitress today. May I take your order?"

"You may," he says, smiling wickedly. He loves playing games almost more than he loves himself.

"Well... um, what can I get for you?" she asks, confidence wavering.

"Oh, I was too busy watching you and your friend play 'rock, paper, scissors' to see who would serve me. I haven't looked at the menu yet," he says, smirk plastered on his face.

She blushes and loses any confidence she has left. "R-right. I'll um, give you a minute. S-sorry."

She nearly trips over her own feet trying to get away from him. He lets out a small laugh and glances down at the menu in front of him.

Human food is disgusting. Jin never shuts up about it, always saying that it's delicious and creative and beautiful, but Jungkook doesn't see it. Then again, that demon could eat anything when he gets hungry. He wrinkles his nose in disgust when he remembers that he found Jin eating moldy pizza one time.

Nasty ass.

He sees the waitress watching him nervously, waiting for some cue that he's ready to order.

He looks up at her and waves her over. She jogs over, biting her lower lip as she holds her pen and paper in her hand.

"Are you ready to order, sir?" she asks politely, looking at her pad of paper instead of him.

"Just a glass of lemon water," he says.

"Not hungry? We have some amazing pastries that-"

"Do I look like I put disgusting things like that in my body?" he snaps.

"Oh... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... s-sorry," she says, face red as a tomato.

He laughs. "I'm on a... special diet. No sweets."

"Of course. I-I mean, you look hot-" her eyes grow wide and her face turns to a deeper shade of red.

"I-I meant, um..."

"I know how I look. I'd like my water now," he says, waving her away dismissively. She's boring him now.

She gulps and nods, turning quickly and running to get his water.

"Geez, you're rude," a woman says as she slides into the chair across from him.

"No, I'm confident. Who are you to call me rude?" he asks, narrowing his eyes at the burgundy-haired woman who is smirking at him.

After looking at her for a moment, he tilts his head and purses his lips. "I know you."

"You do," she says, still smirking.

"How'd you find me? This ring is supposed to keep me invisible to demons," he says, keeping his poker face.

"You remember me? Oh, good. The others had a harder time," she smiles wider at him.

"Because I'm the smartest one out of all of them. Of course I'm the one who remembers the best because I am the best," he shrugs.

"Too caught up in yourself, Pride," she rolls her eyes and stands. "I think Sloth is more attractive than you."

She laughs when he scowls at her. "How dare-"

"Gotta go. See you soon," she winks at him before leaving the café.

"Your lemon water, sir," the waitress shakily says as she hands him his water.

He ignores her and rushes to the door, but when he looks outside, Lucy is nowhere to be found.