Friend From Hell ✓

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When Yunhee wanted a surprise, this wasn't it.

"B-Brother?" She looked back between the two, "There's no way-"

They didn't resemble at all, what the fuck was Seokjin talking about?

"What the fuck do you mean bethroted since birth?" Hoseok had asked him instead. "Oh, silly little Hoseok," Seokjin laughed dryly, "Always so damn clueless about the world around you. I'm surprised you're the one My Lady summoned-"

"Don't you dare address me as that shit title," she hissed, losing her cool, briefly forgetting that she was cursing in front of an audience. "Yoongi, hold my crown, things are going to get ugly," Hoseok calmly tossed his crown over to Yoongi, "Such a shame really. I had spent two weeks searching in my closet for the perfect suit to wear. Ah, fuck it."

He simply snapped his fingers and the royal outfit vanished, leaving him in some sort of combat gear.

"What is going on here!" The Queen demanded, "You demons are ruining everything that I've worked hard for!" "You know..." Seokjin turned to her, "You are really getting on my nerves now." With a simple wave of his hand, she froze on the spot, coated in red and reduced to a statue. With her mouth opened wide in outrage, hands curled into fists, all Hell broke loose.

People started screaming and running all over the place, trampling over each other.

"Through here!" Yoongi had somehow made it all the way over to the glass doors leading towards the royal gardens. Instantly, the guests made a beeline, leaving the four in the room.

Of course, Jungkook showed up at the worst time possible.

"I am so sorry, Noona," he apologised, "I-"

He took a look at the scene in front of him, the two demons were having a staredown.

"And I'll start doing my job better," he said.

Seokjin only grinned and snapped his fingers as well, and Yunhee felt her heart drop to the floor.

Out of darkness, emerged the Hunter.

"Deal with him," Seokjin ordered, "I have business with the Princess."

Namjoon didn't respond as his body moved towards Hoseok, moving with agility as he pulled out the Seraph blade from his possession. Upon instinct, Hoseok moved out of the way, narrowly avoiding the pointed end of the blade.

Something was terribly off about him though, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Now," Seokjin turned on the balls of his heels.

"B-Back off," Jungkook actually stammered, for the first time because of fear, holding his sword in a defensive manner.

Not a good sign, that's a beginner's mistake.

Seokjin swatted him aside with ease, having him crash into the ice sculpture. "Jungkook!" She yelled, "How dare you-"

He was directly in front of her, fangs bared as he grabbed her wrists to stop her from fighting against him. "Stop fighting, Sweetheart," he smugly grinned, "You know you'll never be able to escape me. Not when I helped create you."

"What are you even talking about?" She hissed at the pain. "It's not like that matters now. You belong to me," he pulled her in close, inhaling her Vanilla scent as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Her breath hitched, somehow, her hair cascaded on her shoulders as she looked at him. "Fuck, you feel so good," he whispered against her neck, his hot breath fanned her skin and made her shudder.

"Get away from her!" Jungkook caught everyone by surprise as he swung his sword like a baseball bat, knocking the demon aside. He growled, panting hard and lunged forward. "I don't have time for such foolishness," Seokjin kicked up to his feet, "I'll deal with you quickly."