Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 2: Awaken the Sins

The air was thick with tension, the kind that made your skin prickle as though something terrible was lurking just out of sight. Y/N slouched in her chair as the bus rumbled toward the museum. She’d spent most of the trip tuning out the useless chatter from her classmates, throwing in the occasional eye roll or sharp comment to shut them up if they got too loud.

“Seriously, Y/N, why do you even bother coming to these things?” a girl from the seat behind her asked, leaning forward. “You hate everyone.”

Y/N turned her head, her cold eyes locking onto the girl. “Why do you bother asking stupid questions when you know I’ll ignore you?”

The girl opened her mouth to retort but thought better of it. Smart move.

Y/N turned back to the window, staring blankly at the buildings as they blurred past. She wasn’t here by choice—her teacher had made it very clear she’d be attending or facing another round of detention. Like that scared her. But a day out of school was a day out of school, so here she was.

As the bus pulled up to the museum, the students filed out in their usual chaotic fashion. Y/N took her time, hanging back as the others pushed and shoved their way off. She hated crowds. She hated people.

She was here because she had no other choice.

The teacher’s voice droned on as they entered the museum, giving instructions, rules, blah blah blah. Y/N drowned out the sound, wandering off to explore the museum on her own.

The Forbidden Wing

It didn’t take long for Y/N to find herself alone, far away from her classmates. Good. She preferred it that way. She walked with a swagger in her step, hands in her pockets, a permanent scowl on her face as she roamed the dusty halls.

As she passed through the dimly lit corridors, something caught her attention—an old, iron door, tucked away in a shadowy corner, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Y/N tilted her head, curious.

There were no signs, no ropes barring entry. Forbidden section, my ass.

Without a second thought, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The air was colder here, thick with dust and the faint scent of decay. The room was dim, lit only by a few flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Her eyes scanned the room, falling on the statues that lined the far wall. Seven of them. Each one more imposing than the last, their expressions twisted with malice and hunger. There was something deeply unsettling about them, like they were watching her, waiting.

The Seven Deadly Sins, the plaque beneath them read. Y/N snorted. “What a load of bullshit.”

She moved closer, her eyes lingering on the first statue: Namjoon—Pride. His stone form was tall, regal, his chin lifted as though looking down on the world. A sneer seemed to pull at his lips even in stone.

Next to him was Jin, Gluttony. His body was massive, imposing, his expression one of insatiable hunger. The others followed, each one more grotesque and menacing.

As she reached the final statue, Jungkook, Greed, something strange caught her eye. A dagger, sharp and ornate, rested in his hand, its point gleaming under the faint light. Without thinking, Y/N reached out, her fingers brushing the cold metal.

“Ow! What the—” Y/N yanked her hand back, blood pooling on her fingertip where the blade had pricked her. The bead of crimson fell, landing in a small bowl at the base of the statue.

For a moment, everything was still. Silent.

Then, the ground began to rumble.

“Shit,” Y/N muttered, her eyes darting around the room as the tremors grew stronger. The statues began to shift, cracks forming in the stone as something ancient, something powerful, began to stir beneath the surface.

“No fucking way,” Y/N breathed, stepping back as the statues started to come alive. Eyes that had been carved from stone now gleamed with life, their bodies slowly breaking free from the prison that had held them for centuries.

The Awakening

The first to break free was Namjoon. His body rippled with power as the last of the stone crumbled away, revealing the tall, imposing figure beneath. He stood, stretching as though waking from a long slumber, his dark eyes locking onto Y/N.

“Well, well,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Look what we have here.”

Y/N took another step back, her heart racing in her chest, but she masked it with her usual indifference. “What the hell are you?”

Namjoon chuckled darkly. “You woke us up, sweetheart. You should know.”

Behind him, the others were awakening—Jin, his hunger palpable as he stretched; Yoongi—Sloth, his movements slow and lazy but no less dangerous; Hoseok, Wrath, his eyes burning with barely restrained rage. The others followed—Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook—each of them shaking off the remnants of their stone prison.

Y/N swallowed hard but didn’t back down. She could feel the danger radiating off of them, but fear wasn’t in her nature. Instead, she crossed her arms, her expression cold and unbothered. “So, what? I’m supposed to be scared of a bunch of statues?”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “You should be. But I like your attitude.”

Jungkook stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with greed as he eyed Y/N. “What’s yours is mine, girl. And you owe us. Big time.”

“Owe you?” Y/N scoffed. “I don’t owe anyone shit.”

Hoseok, Wrath, was grinning now, the fire in his eyes growing hotter. “I like her. She’s got a mouth on her.”

Jimin, Lust, leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving Y/N, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

Y/N’s blood boiled, but before she could spit out a retort, Namjoon stepped forward, towering over her. “You woke us up, whether you meant to or not. And now, you’re part of this. Whether you like it or not.”

The tension in the air was thick, suffocating, but Y/N wasn’t about to let them see her sweat. She met Namjoon’s gaze, her chin lifted defiantly. “I don’t care who you are or what you think you can do. I don’t play by anyone’s rules but my own.”

Namjoon’s smirk deepened. “We’ll see about that.”

As the sins gathered around her, their eyes filled with hunger, greed, lust, and wrath, Y/N realized one thing: she was in way deeper than she’d thought.

But she’d be damned if she let them control her.