BTS Garden of Evil ~ Pick Your Path

Violet Horse

You held out your finger towards the door with the violet horse above it. "Pride, lovely choice." He whispered as he pushed you towards the door. Your hand was shaking as you grasped the doorknob. You slowly turned it and opened the door. The room was spinning; causing your head to spin as well. Although the walls spun in a broken rhythm, the center of the room was still. There was a thin strip of floor that remained still, allowing you to walk up to the single table in the room.

On the other side of the table was a handsome boy. There was something about his eyes though that read as someone younger than most at the club. The walls were made of mirrors and plaques, all of which were focused on the boy. You looked at a plaque as it rotated around you. Kookie, was written on it in gold script. "Welcome to the room of pride. Forever stuck on the broken wheel, a reminder that you are not perfect. Although, looking at you, I would have to disagree with that." He said in a musical voice as he held out a rose for you. You could feel a slight blush coming across your face as you took the rose from his hand. You looked away from him; finding it hard to tear your eyes away, and looked at the mirrored walls. You stared at your own reflection staring back at you. The beauty of your eyes, the way your skin seemed to glow in the room.

You turned back to the boy. You could see why he was here. A handsome boy, clearly aware of his own good looks. His voice was like that of a permanent song that was only meant to enchant you. "What is an angel doing here?" He asked as he took your hand in his, admiring you while still admiring the spinning mirrors that reflected his own image.

"I am getting away from some troubles." You told him in a soft voice. He smirked at that.

"Then perhaps you would much rather spend the evening with me. One look at me and I am sure you will forget all your troubles." He whispered. "The name is Jungkook." He informed you as he held your hand tightly in his. You couldn't help but blush slightly. You wanted to look away from him, but looking at the rest of the room made you feel dizzy. But to be completely honest, you couldn't pull your eyes away from his face. He looked so... angelic. Like a young saint who happened to get lost in a dark realm in which he did not belong. After all, who said pride was a bad thing? Wasn't it the type of thing your schools and parents always taught you to have a lot of? No one loses, everyone is a winner just for trying, you are the best, you are worth it, you deserve the world. Weren't these the types of things they were constantly saying to you? But apparently, no. It is a sin. Why?

"It is a sin because no one should ever feel as though they are as good as a god." Jungkook informed you as though reading our mind. You looked into his eyes in shock, and almost pulled away from him when you saw the way his eyes flashed a brilliant violet like the room in which he inhabited. He smiled at you, a cute smile that only extenuated his youthful look. If either of you should have been dressed like an angel, it would be him. "Would you say you are prideful?" He asked, pulling your thoughts back to reality. If that was even what you could call the situation. Nothing about this seemed real.

You slowly shock your head. Feeling your own sorrow feeling you as your ex-boyfriend's face filled your mind. You let your gaze fall from his, feeling as though you were nothing; just like you had when you had caught your boyfriend in bed with your friend. No, you were not prideful. You were the complete opposite. Who could feel pride in themselves when it was so obvious they were worthless. Someone that could be thrown away and forgotten. Someone who could come to a club like this to desperately escape their own emotions. Someone who could not look themselves in the mirror and find anything but flaws.

Jungkook placed his hand on your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his as he spoke. "Then the serpent said to the woman, 'You will not surely die. For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.'" He recited what you could only assume to be a passage from the bible. You were not one to exactly part-take in religious practices, but you knew the story of Adam and Eve. But didn't everyone? A girl, tricked by a snake to eat a fruit of knowledge, seduces her husband to do the same, and banished from the Garden of Eden. "Eve was prideful. Wanting to be like God. Would you like to know all good and evil?" The way the words flowed out of the boys lips sent shivers down your spine. Despite his beatific face, there was something sinister in his voice.