Seven | BTS ✓

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Jungkook groans in annoyance as he pulls at the collar around his neck.

Jimin figured out how to take the collar off of Lucy, but he was pissed at him that he used it to hurt her so he swore that he'd get him back.

And last night, he snuck into his castle and ambushed him, forcing this damn thing around his neck.

Last he heard, Taehyung had the remote to this thing, but he doesn't know if he would actually use it.

He gives up on trying to get the collar off.

It's been hours since he's had it on and he's tried absolutely everything to get the stupid thing off, but it won't budge.

And he has a feeling that Jimin won't tell him how he did it.

He taps his forefinger on the armrest of his throne, sticking his tongue into the side of his cheek.

"I'll get that short fuck for this."

Suddenly, a sharp burning pain thrashes inside of his skull and he falls out of his throne and onto his knees, clutching his head as he groans.

"I'm the only one who can call him short and get away with it," a familiar and annoying voice sounds from in front of him.

Jungkook looks up and narrows his eyes as he sees Lucy standing above him, holding the collar's remote in her hand.

"This was your idea, wasn't it?" he mumbles as he gets up and dusts his pants off.

"Surprisingly, no. Jimin and Taehyung thought of it," she shrugs.

"Note to self: add Taehyung to my list of people to kill alongside Jimin."

Lucy laughs as she steps forward and sits on the arm of his chair. He tries to push her off but she doesn't budge.

"Who knew they would like games as much as we do?" she sighs as she smiles fondly.

Jungkook scowls. "Games are only fun when I'm winning."

She gasps. "You're pouting!"

"I'm the Prince of Pride. I do not pout," he growls.

"Sure thing, limp dick."

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. She's not only the Queen of Hell...

She's the Queen of playing games.

And winning them.

He purses his lips. "You're too damn relentless. You know that?"

"Now what kind of Devil would I be if I let you win?" she smirks as she looks at him.

Jungkook scoffs, a smirk spreading on his lips as well. "It wouldn't be as much fun if you gave up."

"Did you just come here to show me that you have the remote?" he asks as she twirls it in her hand.

"I needed someone fun to distract me."

"Fun? That's the word you use to describe me?" he scoffs.

"I'm open to suggestions. Do you prefer limp dick?"

"I do not have a limp-"

"How about hormonal? Sensitive?"

"How about handsome? Perfect?"

Lucy snorts. "I told you a long time ago. Yoongi is way hotter than you."

"And I have never believed it because you and I both know I'm better than that lazy fuck."

He grits his teeth and slams his head into the back of his seat as Lucy presses the button again.

"Watch what you say, Jungkook."

He rubs his temples as the pain slowly ebbs away. "Oh yeah. I forgot he's your boyfriend."

She scoffs. "Jealous."

He snorts in laughter.

"I know you care about me, Jungkook. But your... well, Pride won't let you admit it. Sad, really. But it's okay. I know."

She reaches over and pats his shoulder.

He swats her hand away gently. "I tolerate you. You're fun to mess with."

"That's about as close to a compliment as I'll get from you, so I gladly accept," she nods as she softly smiles.

He rolls his eyes, a stupid grin plastering itself on his face. This damn girl.

"You look like a bunny when you smile like that," she says, grinning as she softly pinches his cheek.

"Can't you call me something manlier?" he whines. "Nobody is going to take me seriously with you running around calling me limp dick and bunny."

"I'll stop calling you limp dick. But I'm not giving up bunny."

He tries to argue, but he can tell she isn't going to budge.

"Whatever. Why are you even still here?"

"Stop pretending that you don't want me here. It's rude and it hurts my feelings," she pouts.

"You're the Devil. Act like it," he snaps, hiding his smile.

She's right. He likes it when she visits him. But he'll never admit it. He is Pride, after all.

Lucy groans loudly as she stands up from her spot. "Everyone keeps saying that! I'll tell you like I told the others: I am only sweet to you seven troublemakers."

He scoffs for the hundredth time. "I am not a troublemaker."

"So you're telling me you have no plans of getting back at Jimin for putting that collar on you and Greed for giving me the remote to it?"

He purses his lips. "Irrelevant."

"Bunny has jokes. How adorable," she coos as she pinches his cheeks.

He rolls his eyes and swats her hands away.

"Lighten up, Jungkook. You look cuter when you smile."

"I don't want to look cute. I want to look intimidating. I'm a Prince in Hell, after all."

"Good luck with that, cutie pie," she whispers in his ear as her arms snake around the back of his neck.

He is about to push her away when he hears a soft click and he feels the collar pull away from his throat.

Lucy steps back, collar in her hand as she winks at him.

"Bye, limp dick."

"You said-"

She disappears.

Jungkook sighs, scratching at his bare throat. That thing was itchy.

Now, first thing's first.

What should he do to get back at Jimin and Taehyung?

He laughs at all of the possibilities.

He'd never seriously hurt them because they're his family.

But damn it, they've started a war.

And his Pride will never let him lose.