The Seven Deadly Sins BTSxBTS OT7

Chapter 4

"You called?" Taehyung asked as a greeting, as he strolled into the room, the other five sins already seated.

"You're late," Jin deadpanned

"Forgive me, your highness," Taehyung drawled out, bowing before he took his seat.

Jin simply rolled his eyes in response.

"Lust, have you heard anything?" Hoseok questioned once the other sins' interaction was finished.

"I would call you all if I hadn't. He has been spotted," Jimin announced.

"Look at that. It only took a week when this has been the stick up our ass for two months. Great job. Let's get that little rascal," Taehyung said, feigned excitement heavily lacing his words.

"Yeah why didn't you just do this in the beginning, Lust?" Jin questioned.

Jimin skeptically looked around at faces around the table before replying.

"I want to bring him in myself," Jimin admitted.

Jungkook showed his first reaction of the meeting as he lifted a brow, glancing at the sin.

"Oh? You wanna be a hero now? " Taehyung mused.

"Not exactly. Namjoon was able to escape, stay hidden from heaven and function in society.  Is no one curious as to how?" Jimin asked.

Taehyung leant forward, intrigued now. Even Yoongi opened a single eye to peer at Jimin.

"Are saying you want to exile yourself too?" Jin questioned catiously.

"I'm saying, the halo police told us to handle this. And I'm handling it. All of it. I leave tomorrow morning," Jimin announced, got up and left.

Taehyung half-smirked, raising a single brow.

"This should be interesting."

•°•Sins•°•

To say Namjoon woke up on the wrong side of the bed would be a huge understatement.

Some days he just woke up feeling all the rage bubbled up, hot in his veins. Begging to be released.

But he never did. He knows what he was capable of when he did.

So he kept it in. He let it burn through his body. Until it eventually sizzled down the next day or next week or next month.

But today was harder than most days. Because it seems like anything Jackson did just irritated him. Added oil to the already scorching flame.

He just had to get through the day so that he could isolate home.

But everything seemed to go downhill as BamBam and Mark walked in.

Jackson, as per usual, jumped up to help them. Namjoon moved out of the way immediately, not wanting to be shoved aside.

He sat in a the chair behind the counter and tried to ignore the people not to far from him. Tried to block out their conversation. But it seemed impossible. Wrath wanted to come out.  Wrath wanted Namjoon to let him out.

Namjoon rolled his kneck and took a deep breathe. He hoped this would end quickly, but Jackson was still talking the two and neither of them seemed to have any intent of stopping him. They hadn't even moved from the counter so far, hadn't picked an item out at all.

BamBam and Mark not rushing Jackson and not just shooting him down annoyed Namjoon. Jackson's persistent flirting annoyed Namjoon. The way Jackson giggled instead of his usual obnoxiously loud laugh annoyed Namjoon. The sun shining through the windows annoyed Namjoon. Until finally -

"God, would you shut up," Namjoon growled.

Instantly the three fell quiet and turned to pay attention to him. Jackson eyes widened to see a fuming Namjoon, cheeks flushed red, eyes flashing black.

"And you two? Do you need that much of a confidence boost to let him carry on with his insufferable advances?!" Namjoon spat.

A dark shadow fell over BamBam's face and he opened his mouth to say something but Jackson beat him to it.

"Would you two be so kind as to go have a look around while I speak with my employee. I apologize sincerely for his behaviour," Jackson said, giving Mark and BamBam an apologetic smile.

Mark eyed Namjoon up and down before dragging BamBam further into the store. As soon as they were out of eyesight, Jackson turned to Namjoon

"What is wrong with you?" Jackson hissed.

"What is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you! Do you really think anyone could listen to your desperate pinning without finally getting sick of it? It's a miracle I didn't get physically sick. Do you know how pathetic you seem? How insufferable you are?!" Namjoon basically screamed in his face.

Jackson flinched slightly, his mouth falling slighty ajar. The pure shock and hurt displayed on his face for a few seconds before he schooled his features into a calm, emotionless expression.

"I suppose you are so delightful then, Namjoon? You know what, you came out of nowhere a month ago and I have been nothing but kind since. I've tried to be welcoming and accomdating. I don't expect anything from you in return. But the fucking least you could do is respect me, my shop and my customers. Take the rest of the day off, I don't want to see you," Jackson said plainly before exiting from behind the counter and headed in the direction of BamBam and Mark to assist them.

As Namjoon watched him, he didn't feel any better. He didn't feel satisfied with the silence he had fought so hard to get. He didn't feel accomplished with the off time he received. He just felt dread as he watched Jackson walk away from him. It felt like Jackson was truly walking away from him.

And Namjoon really couldn't blame him if he did.