Book 1: Seven Demons' Sins (BTS FanFiction)

Episode 3: Hellish Behavior

~T H R E E: Hellish Behavior~

"I've marked you, and I will come for you."  The voice echoed in my dreams.

A soft wind blew over my face. The warm ray of apricot light irritated my sleep. I sat up on a soft queen-sized bed and looked around the dimly lit room making details from the light coming through the flapping chiffon red curtains.

The walls were decorated with a deep purple vintage-style wallpaper, golden royal insignias were etched on to it. A medium-sized chandelier hung down from the center of the high ceilings. In the corners of the room, large closets and wardrobes stuck to the sides of the wall, filling their shelves with artistic matters and sculptures that seemed to vary in a range of historical time periods. The vibe of the room was very classical, like a museum exhibit that belonged in the 1800s. 

If I were to guess, I would say that the owner of the room would be just as distasteful and traditional.

The last thing I remember is being with that weird man who was warding off demons. Then it hit me like an overwhelming rush, coursing through my veins. 

Halmoni was dead. I was kidnapped. And my life, overall, sucked completely. What's new?

I dusted off my brown, ankle-length skirt and retucked my white boat-neck shirt in, tiptoeing my way onto the polished ceramic floor. Just as I was about to twist open the crystal doorknob, the door swung open and I ran my face into a rigid chest. 

I stumbled back, eyes meeting an angry looking man. His eyes were staring at me with disbelief, fear, and hatred at the same time. And I could have sworn they were glowing yellow. I quickly looked away remembering it was rude to stare for long.

A frown crept onto his face. "Get out of here already." 

Rude much.

"Well, I was kind of trying to do that, just before you opened the door." I snapped back. Oh shit. 

He glared back at me with distaste. I couldn't understand how others would react to what I do, which ultimately explains one of the reasons why I have no friends. An epitome of a loser. That's me!

Every time I glanced up at his face I was so certain that I saw the moment of my death replay in various ways--it was like a fast-forwarding movie that kept screaming audibly in my mind when my gaze shifted up, then quickly silenced when I looked down. This guy's presence literally sent chills down my back. The skin on my arms soon resembled a plucked chicken's pores.

Actually, if I wasn't a superstitious person, I would laugh at the absurd chance of him really messing with my mind. But the strong sensation of my death felt too real. Flashing images of him pulling out my heart haunted me, making me unable to move or speak up. All I could do was shift my eyes back and forth silently. My heart pounded too quickly and I couldn't get it to relax.

"Stop using your mind games on her, V." The familiar silver-haired man walked over, interrupting whatever force that had me frozen up like an idiot in front of them. Immediately, I took my chance to step out of the room and almost went in a state of shock at the luxurious interior of the house.

A garden scenery, colorfully attracting my gaze as the focal point of the house, refreshingly appeared through the clear doors up ahead. The white daylight filled the dark living room with blinding brightness that highlighted from the sparkling white and black checked ceramic. Never in my life would I have guessed that something so elegant existed. Wait! Where the hell am I? Am I even in Korea? 

The whole living room was vast and elegantly designed. Black and white leather sofas decorated the modern salon and to the side of an open kitchen spiraled up another set of stairs. There was a clear veranda in the back and a large set of black staircases spiraling up from the center of the corner that opened to a hallway of colored doors where I stood there aghast at the view. All in all, the furnishing itself was simple, but it was intricate, rich, and organized.