Underworld Hearts [BTS FF]

4. The Lust

After a quick shower, I wrap a towel around myself, feeling the cool fabric against my skin. But as I step out of the bathroom, my heart drops. Jimin is sitting on the edge of the bed, a mischievous grin on his face, his eyes dark with mischief.

"Gosh, I really need privacy here," I mutter, my voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief.He stands up, sauntering closer, his gaze raking over me in a way that makes my skin crawl. I back away, panic flaring in my chest as I feel the wall press against my back.

"There's no privacy here," he says, his voice smooth as silk, lips brushing against my ear, sending a wave of shivers down my spine.

"Get away from me!" I snap, my heart pounding as I try to keep the fear from my voice.

Jimin chuckles softly, the sound low and dangerous. "Aw, don't be like that. I just want to get to know you better," he says, leaning closer, his breath warm against my skin.

I glance around for an escape, but there's nowhere to go. "You're not supposed to be here," I manage, my voice shaking despite my efforts to sound brave.

"Rules are meant to be broken," he whispers, inching even closer. "Besides, you're far too intriguing to ignore."

"Why are you all like this?" I demand, my frustration boiling over. "Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Where's the fun in that?" he counters, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "You're in our world now, sweetheart. You're going to have to learn to play by our rules."

I glare at him, summoning every ounce of defiance I can muster. "I'm not playing anything. I'll find my way out of here."

"Good luck with that," he replies, stepping back slightly but not breaking eye contact. "But you might find that this place isn't as bad as you think... if you give it a chance."

"Why would I ever want to stay?" I retort, frustration colouring my words.

"Because," he leans in again, his voice dropping to a whisper, "you'll never truly be alone. Not here. And besides, you're safer with us than out there."

"Safer? You're part of the problem!" I exclaim, but doubt begins to creep in. What if he's right? What if staying with them is my only option?

Before I can voice any more thoughts, Jimin grins, sensing my hesitation. "Just remember, I'm not as bad as I seem. You might even enjoy my company," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes as he finally backs away, leaving me feeling confused and unsettled.

As he walks towards the door, he looks back one last time, his expression softening. "Just don't forget to lock the door next time. You never know who might wander in."

With that, he leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. I'm left standing there, heart racing and thoughts swirling in my mind, wondering just how deep this rabbit hole goes.

"There's no lock on the door, you fool!" I yell as I fling open the door, ready to confront Jimin. But he's already gone, leaving me frustrated.

"There's a lock, you just have to get there," I hear his voice drift back to me.Turning around, I freeze. Namjoon is standing there, arms crossed, a bemused expression on his face. My heart races as I suddenly realize I'm only in a towel.

I spin back around, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, and dash into my room, slamming the door behind me. I fumble with the lock, my fingers shaking as I try to secure it. But just as I twist it, the door swings open, revealing Namjoon, his presence commanding and authoritative.

"But I locked the door!" I protest, incredulity spilling from my lips.

"That's not how you do it," he replies, stepping inside with an air of confidence. "Let me show you."