Seven | BTS ✓

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"Lily, would you care to explain why there is a cleaning cart parked outside my office?" Taehyung snaps.

"Lisa," she huffs out. "But I can't complain. That's the closest you've ever gotten to getting it right."

He glares at her.

"It's been there since I got here. I just assumed that there is a janitor cleaning your office," she says, quickly looking away from his heated gaze.

He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I don't pay you to assume, Lily."

Taehyung ignores her annoyed mumbling and pushes open his door. His mouth opens in shock and he quickly shuts the door behind him to hide the sight from his employees.

His once white, pristine office is splattered with red.

Blood.

On the ceiling. On the floor. On the walls. On the window.

And on the floor is a body. The owner of the cleaning cart, he's assuming.

And seated on his desk, cross legged and swaying back and forth while humming to herself, is someone he thought he'd never see again.

Lucy.

Her eyes are red, just like the blood covering her and the room, and her blonde hair is shining with streaks of it.

And she's grinning at her.

"You..." he says, pressing himself against his office door.

She doesn't speak. She continues to hum and sway side to side as she keeps her gaze locked on him.

"How are you alive?"

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G..." she sings, licking the blood off of her left forefinger.

"Huh?"

"Do you want to dance with me?" she sings to the same tune.

He pulls out his phone to call the others, but she holds up her hand. "I spy with my little eye something blue."

She grins at him as she points the finger she licked clean at his hair.

"Did Lucifer fry your brain?" he asks, trying to distract her as he secretly dials the first number that comes to mind and slips his phone back in his pocket. He can only hope he answers and hears what's going on right now.

"I worked hard on this gift for you. You don't like it?" she asks, her eyes twinkling.

"How are you here, Lucy?" Taehyung asks.

"Wrath, this is an A-B conversation. Please C your way out of it," she scolds before flicking her hand and Taehyung's phone catches on fire in his pocket.

"Shit!" he yelps, pulling his phone out of his slacks and throwing it to the ground while patting his thigh to put out the flames still licking his leg.

Lucy laughs. But it's not a laughter he's ever heard from her before. It's cold. Emotionless. She's not the same. Something happened to her.

"I thought the poison was going to kill you," he says, trying frantically to think of a way out of this situation. Would she follow him if he walks out of here?

"Dance with me," she says as she slowly climbs off of his desk.

He stares at her wordlessly. She's gone completely insane.

"I said..."

She walks up to him and kicks the side of his left leg so hard that it buckles underneath him and he falls to the ground, soaking his suit in the blood on the floor.

"Dance with me."

He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling out in pain. He doesn't need to draw attention or the cops will be called and that's a problem he doesn't want to add to his list right now.

"I can't now. You broke my fucking leg."

"And now I'll break your other one since you're such a grumpy person," she says, smiling coldly as she stomps on his other leg, shattering his femur.

He growls and bites his lower lip so hard that he can taste blood.

She lowers herself to kneel in front of him.

"Hickory dickory dock," she sings as she grabs his hair and yanks his head up so his eyes are level with hers.

"The mouse ran up the clock."

She runs a bloody finger across his lips. He tries to move away but she tightens her hold on his hair.

"The clock struck one."

Taehyung tries to speak, but he doesn't trust his voice. His legs are both in immense pain and his breathing is ragged.

He stares at her and she stares right back, still humming the children's song as she trails her bloody finger across his jaw. Her red eyes are burning into his disguised human ones. She has dark bags under her eyes and every time she smiles, her eyes remain terrifyingly calm and dead.

"This won't end until I've decorated Hell with your intestines, Greed," she says. "Maybe I'll use your head as a centerpiece. Such a pretty blue that you've dyed your hair..."

She slams the back of his head against the door to his office and lets him go as she stands up.

"You boys are going to regret betraying me."

Taehyung hears a frantic knock at his office door. "Mr. Kim? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Do your fucking job for once," he says through gritted teeth.

Lucy's eyes stay dull and dead as she stares down at him.

"Get the fuck out of here, you psycho," he growls, grunting in pain as he shifts on the floor.

"This is only the beginning, Mr. Kim. I'll see you soon," she winks before disappearing.

Fuck.