Seven Sins - Third Part | BTS x Reader

Revenge

Jimin carefully closes the door behind him. The woman walks up to the stove in the back, the crackle of flames briefly filling the hut as she opens its door and throws two logs of wood into the fire.

The demon stands in the middle of the small room, glowing eyes fixed on her small back. She's a dainty, elegant woman, but her movements are efficient and skilled, clearly shaped by years of having to manage by herself.

"Do you live alone?", he asks in a random bout of curiosity. She halts for a moment, then firmly closes the stove's doors and turns around, wiping her hands on her apron.

"I do", is her brief answer as her glance meets his.

Jimin simply nods, and when she gestures for him to sit at the table, he follows, sliding onto one of the wooden chairs.

"You don't have a husband, Ma'am? Children?"

The woman turns away once more, retwisting the loose bun in her neck before she takes two mugs from a simple cabinet nearby and sets a kettle of water onto the stove's iron surface.

"You sure are a curious young fellow", she says, but he can hear a faint smile in her voice.

The urge within him grows, pushing against his ribs and clawing its way up his throat. He swallows it. Patience.

"My husband went missing long ago", the woman explains as she fills the mugs with an apparently homemade mixture of crushed, dried herbs. "We had a daughter."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Jimin puts as much compassion and innocent curiosity into his words as he can, though they feel like bile in his mouth. "Where is your daughter now?"

The woman's back stiffens. For a moment, she doesn't move.

"She died", she then says. "Not too long ago." There's a harshness to her words that lets Jimin know she wants to let this topic go.

She reaches for the boiling kettle, but her hand is trembling, and he can hear her hiss as her hand accidentally grazes its hot surface.

All concerned, Jimin jumps up. "Are you alright?", he asks, hurrying to her side and leaning over her shoulder worriedly. She grimaces in pain as she inspects the reddened skin, unaware of the danger looming up behind her.

Inconspicuously, Jimin takes a deep breath. The sweetness of human pain fills the air, mingling perfectly with the scent of her soul. It might not compare to hers, but it is still a delectable one.

Jimin hasn't eaten properly in far too long. Jazkar's puppets were welcome sustenance, but in his opinion, they don't compare to free souls.

"Let me help", he says quietly. The woman doesn't notice the shift in his tone, nor does the realise she's walked into a trap when she glances at him and smiles.

"Thanks, young man", she says, trying to step aside, but Jimin prevents her from moving away by cornering her with one arm as he carefully grabs the kettle.

The woman's eyes widen when she realises he is touching the burning hot metal with bare hands.

"You know, Ma'am", Jimin says as he fills up the first mug, watching the herbs float to the top, soak up the water and then sink to the bottom, "there is something I will let you in on."

The bitter stench of fear mixes with the lingering scent of pain, but Jimin doesn't care whether her taste is ruined or not. Soul is soul.

Food is food.

Trying again to break free, the woman bumps into his arm. He places it around her waist properly and gives her a sweet smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes.