Seven Deadly Men 🔞

22. Butterfly

Namjoon's POV

The morning light shines in softly through the blinds on Celine's face. She looks so angelic in her slumber, the complete opposite of me. The yin to my yang and the sunlight to my darkness. I carried her to bed last night after she had fallen asleep on the couch and it took everything in me not to kiss her awake.

She's still sleeping soundly while I'm lying next to her wide awake, thinking of the events of the last few days. Thank all the gods that she forgave me. I've started to depend on seeing her. It's what has been getting me through the days and the nights lately. Music used to heal that part of me but here lately even that didn't bring me as much joy. She still has the scar where I bit her. I didn't mean to draw blood. I had tasted it when I did it but some animalistic part of me didn't care. I enjoyed the taste. Her blood tasted so sweet on my lips and her scream made it that much more enjoyable for me. I wanted to hear her scream again and again, louder and louder, drowning out the whole world.

I couldn't help what I was. My true nature, but that still didn't make it right. The others help to keep me stable but her. Celine. She kept me grounded. Until that day when I saw red and she was in the crossfires. I was mostly mad at Jimin but it was really my fault. I should have made sure he knew to join us once he was feeling better. We're not a whole without all members and it's my responsibility to keep everyone in line. I still wanted to punish him though. If I hadn't been so focused on Celine, it may have been Jimin that I tore into and that would have ended differently than it did with Celine.

What the hell was wrong with me? I was starting to get turned on just thinking of losing control with her. That could never happen. Never again. If she knew what I'd done in the past, she'd never want to be around me again.

The other members forgave me that time but they didn't love the girl, or even care for her like they do with Celine. Despite Jin's new affections for her best friend, I know he still cared for her and even he would kill me if I ever actually hurt Celine.

They know about Ora but they don't know what I did when I was young. Why I was cast out of the community and sent off to a boarding school, away from everyone I loved to a remote island that most people didn't know about. My family didn't have a ton of money but they knew people in high places and I had my own ways of persuasion. I had listened to them when they said I was a danger to society and a danger to them and my sister. I believed them and agreed to do what I had to to get in. I didn't know that it would make my life hell and trigger the worst day of my life. I couldn't tell them, any of them. I didn't want them to hate me. I know we'd been together for centuries in our past lives but this was something new. Something disturbing that they didn't know I was capable of. Now I know that I was capable of anything, including murder.

Author's POV

As the comforter shifted underneath her, Celine started to wake up slowly. She looked at Namjoon and he was sitting up in bed reading, halfway through a book she didn't recognize.

"How long have you been up?"

"Not too long. Maybe half an hour."

"Oh, Namjoon. You should have woken me up. You didn't have to stay in bed with me."

He looked at her fondly, smiling. There was no hint of anything but affection in his eyes and in his heart at that moment. "I didn't want to wake you and I didn't want to leave your side. Besides, I'm at an interesting part in the story. It's just starting to get good."

Celine chuckles. "Then should I go back to sleep and let you continue reading?" She had to admit that she wouldn't have minded. She was exhausted after the events of the last couple days. Namjoon's presence was comforting not only because of their growing bond, but he was in such good shape that she didn't think anyone would mess with him. She felt safe sleeping next to him. Despite the fact that he had bit her in aggression, some part of her was turned on by it, not scared. She couldn't bring herself to be scared of him. Especially when he smiled. Those dimples were the most innocent thing in the world.