Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 7

The tension in the mansion lingered long after Taehyung’s confession. Y/N felt it in every corner she turned, in the way the shadows seemed to pulse with an unnerving energy. The sins weren’t just dangerous—they were lost. And now, more than ever, she realized that their torment ran deeper than she could have imagined.

But Taehyung’s words haunted her. “Because I envy you.”

It stuck in her mind, a reminder that the sins, despite their power, were still bound by their nature. Taehyung, consumed by envy, could never be free in the way she could. Y/N wondered how long it had been since any of them had experienced true freedom—or if they ever had at all.

Shaking the thought from her head, Y/N continued through the winding halls of the mansion, her mind spinning with everything she had learned. She needed to stay focused. No matter how much sympathy she might feel for the sins, she couldn’t let it blind her to the danger they posed.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house, followed by a roar of anger that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine. She instinctively flinched, her heart racing as she realized where the sound was coming from.

The room of Wrath.

J-Hope.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N hurried toward the source of the noise, her mind screaming at her to turn back. But something urged her forward, a gnawing curiosity that she couldn’t ignore. She needed to know what was happening.

As she reached the heavy wooden doors to J-Hope’s quarters, she hesitated for a moment, steeling herself for whatever she might find inside. With a quick push, she opened the door.

The sight that greeted her was one of pure chaos. Furniture had been overturned, shattered pieces of glass and wood littered the floor, and in the middle of it all stood J-Hope—his eyes blazing with fury, his muscles taut and trembling with barely-contained rage.

The air in the room was thick, almost suffocating with the weight of his wrath. Y/N felt it pressing against her skin, making her heart pound in her chest.

J-Hope didn’t seem to notice her at first, his breathing ragged as he stood amidst the wreckage of the room. His back was turned, but the dangerous aura that surrounded him was unmistakable.

“J-Hope?” Y/N’s voice was steady, though her pulse raced.

At the sound of her voice, he stiffened, his hands curling into fists. Slowly, he turned to face her, his expression wild with anger, yet somehow restrained.

“What are you doing here?” he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Y/N swallowed, but she didn’t back down. “I heard the noise. What happened?”

J-Hope let out a humorless laugh, the sound cold and bitter. “What happened?” he repeated, his eyes narrowing. “I’m Wrath. This is what happens.”

Y/N frowned, stepping closer despite the warning in his gaze. “This isn’t just about your sin. Something set you off.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he turned his back to her, staring at the broken pieces of what had once been an ornate mirror. “I’m tired of this,” he muttered. “Tired of pretending we’re in control when we’re not.”

The vulnerability in his words surprised her. Y/N had expected rage, maybe even an explosion of violence, but this—this quiet frustration—was unexpected.

“You’re not in control?” she asked carefully, watching him for any sudden movements.

J-Hope’s shoulders slumped, and for a moment, he looked more exhausted than angry. “We weren’t always like this, you know. There was a time when we had a choice, before the sins consumed us.”

He let out a bitter sigh, shaking his head. “But that doesn’t matter now. We’re bound to this, to our sins. They define us, control us. No matter how hard we fight it, we can’t break free.”

Y/N’s chest tightened as she listened, her earlier suspicions confirmed. The sins were more than just embodiments of human vices—they were prisoners of their own desires, trapped in a never-ending cycle of indulgence and self-destruction.

“But what if you could break free?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

J-Hope’s laugh was sharp, almost painful. “There is no escape, Y/N. We’ve tried. But you—you’re different. You’re not bound like we are.”

Y/N felt a flicker of hope at his words, but it was quickly extinguished by the weight of his gaze.

“We can’t let you go,” J-Hope said, his voice darkening. “Not now. Not after everything.”

The finality in his tone sent a chill down her spine. Y/N realized that no matter how much they might resent their situation, the sins weren’t going to let her walk away. She was too valuable now—too tied to their existence.

“I’m not your prisoner,” Y/N said, her voice firmer than she felt.

J-Hope’s eyes flashed with something—regret, maybe?—before he turned away. “You might not be a prisoner yet. But you’re part of this now, whether you like it or not.”

Before she could respond, the door creaked open behind her, and Y/N turned to see Namjoon standing in the doorway. His expression was unreadable, his presence commanding as always.

“Leave her alone, Hoseok,” Namjoon said, his voice calm but authoritative. “She’s not your enemy.”

J-Hope didn’t argue. Instead, he cast one last glance at Y/N, his expression filled with a mixture of frustration and something else—something she couldn’t quite place.

With a nod, he left the room, leaving Y/N alone with Namjoon.

The Pride sin stepped forward, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his tone softer than she expected.

Y/N nodded, though her mind was racing. She wasn’t sure what to make of everything she had just learned, but one thing was clear—there was more to the sins than she had ever imagined.

And if she was going to survive in their world, she needed to understand them.

“J-Hope isn’t wrong,” Namjoon said, his gaze thoughtful. “We’re bound to our sins, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make choices.”

Y/N looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Namjoon’s lips curved into a small smile, though there was a sadness in his eyes. “Just because we’re bound by our sins doesn’t mean we can’t choose how we live with them.”

Before she could ask him to elaborate, Namjoon turned and walked out of the room, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts once again.

The sins were more complicated than she had thought, and their bonds to their vices were deeper than she had ever realized. But if there was one thing Y/N was certain of, it was this:

She wasn’t done fighting. Not yet.

Whatever game the sins were playing, she was going to learn the rules. And maybe, just maybe, she would find a way to break the chains that bound them all.