Seven | BTS ✓

36

One Year Later

"Your Majesty," the demon bows deeply in front of Taehyung as he sits lazily on his throne.

He looks at him expectantly, eyebrow raised.

"4,937 souls are currently in your possession," he says, putting his hands behind his back.

"D.O."

"My name is Kyungsoo, Your Majesty."

"Where the fuck did I get D.O. from then?" Taehyung frowns.

Kyungsoo clears his throat. "Anything else I can do for you, Your Majesty?"

"Count the souls again."

"But-"

"If that is truly the number of souls that I have, then someone will pay dearly for it. I need more than that. Far more. Or would you like for me to add your soul to the list?" he snaps, glaring at the demon.

"I'll send demons to collect more souls right away, Your Majesty," he bows again.

"Go away," he waves his hand at him and he turns on his heel to leave the throne room of Taehyung's palace.

His castle is filled with numerous treasures, ranging from gold to the bones of his enemies.

Because if it can be taken, he will take it.

And if it can't be taken, he will take it anyways.

But there is one person he goes against his nature for.

And as if she can read his mind, her brightly grinning face suddenly appears inches from his.

"Are you in a better mood today?" Lucy asks, falling into his lap.

"I'm a Prince. Not a chair," he groans in annoyance.

"And I'm the Queen. Which means if I want you to be a chair, then a chair you shall be," she says as she giggles. "Still being a grumpy butt, I see."

Taehyung scoffs. "Do you have to word it like that? How old are you?"

She shrugs. "I lost count."

"I just feel like my work is never done. I need more. I need so much more," he groans as his head falls back to lean against the back of his throne.

"Oh! I brought you something since you've been working so hard lately," she says and he looks at her expectantly, watching her nearly bounce in excitement.

She holds out her hand and he sees a whole bunch of nothing.

She laughs as he stares at her hand in confusion.

"I didn't know what to get the man who basically has everything, so I got you this instead."

She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him against her chest tightly.

"Ew," he scowls and tries to push her off. "Get off! I don't want your boyfriend getting the wrong idea."

"What a gentleman," she leans away but keeps her arms hanging around his neck loosely.

"No, I just knew that would make you let me go so I said it. Go away. I'm busy."

"You know, that excuse is getting really old. Think of some better ones," she sighs dramatically before unseating herself from his lap.

"You're doing a great job, Taehyung. I know you feel like you need more, but I couldn't be any prouder of you."

He sighs. "You may be my Queen, but you still get on my nerves."

"I can break your legs again if you want. Will that make me any less annoying?" she asks, smiling sweetly at him.

He clears his throat and pulls his legs closer to the large ornate chair.

"I'm good."

"So boring, as always," she huffs. "I just came by to see you. I miss you, Tae Tae."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry, Tae."

"Okay, no."

"It's better than Jungkook's nickname. Do you want one like that? I'm very creative, you know," she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Don't you dare, Lucy," he warns.

She grins wickedly. "Let me call you Tae Tae then."

"You can't call me that. It's..."

"What?"

"It's embarrassing, okay? I have legions of demons and Damned souls under my rule and I can't have the Devil skipping into my realm calling me Tae Tae."

"It's either that or V," she says, crossing her arms.

"V? What does that mean?" he asks, cocking his head to the side.

"Choose. Tae Tae or V."

"Can't you just call me-"

"Choose or I'll use you as a chandelier instead of a chair next time," she says, smirking.

"Fuck, fine. Call me V," he huffs out.

"Okay, V. I'm gonna go play with Jimin now. Maybe he won't throw an axe at me this time!"

"He did what?!"

"Long story short, he doesn't like being called short," she shrugs, giggling at the memory and at her own joke. "See ya later, V!"

"Wait. Tell me what V stands for."

She grins wickedly as she slowly walks backwards to the door.

"You really wanna know?"

"Obviously, idiot."

"Not with those manners!" she gasps.

He groans, massaging his temples. "Will you please tell me what V means?"

"Sure!"

"Well?" he watches her as she continues to back out of the room. Once she's reached the doors to the throne room, she grabs them, ready to close them behind her when she leaves.

"It means Vagina," she yells loudly and starts laughing like a hyena.

"You are such a child!" he yells as she closes the doors and her laughter disappears when she does.