The Seven Deadly Sins // BTS

Beware Of All Sin

Pride

"...a desire to be more important or attractive than others, failing to acknowledge the good work of others, and excessive love of self..."

Jungkook strutted through the decorated hallways, grinning smugly as the crowd parted for him. He looked over the ordinary people beneath him, the dim-witted, boring peasents who will always try, but never truly succeed to be like him. He saw the shallow, stupid girls that drooled over him and it wasn't difficult to see why. Jungkook considered himself to be the image of sheer perfection, with a godlike body and even more so voice. He was everything anyone could ever desire, he knew that all too well.
An ugly little girl in a misfit dress handed him a glass of cold, amber liquid. He heard her compliment him on his outfit. He knew she meant more than that. When she referred to the tone of his jacket, she meant everything. His dark brown eyes that seemed innocent at first but could darken into a true storm in seconds, his hair, dyed a color that nearly matched his drink. She referred to his beautifully tanned skin with not one mark to destroy its perfection. And, of course, his body. His tight, muscle-packed bicep and calves, his marvelous sixpack. He knew that everyone adored him. He knew it all too well, and he wasn't about to let that go.

Envy
"...similar to jealousy...discontent towards someone's traits, status, abilities or awards. The difference is the envious also desire the entity and covet it."

Hoseok stood with the small group of people who have come to enjoy his presence. He made them laugh so easily now, it was nowhere near difficult to get them to do his bidding. He caught himself staring at their valuables much too often. He hated that they had so much and he had so little. He knew all their talents and possessions perfectly, although it made him sick to think about it. He wanted their prizes so badly it overthrew his mind. He could only focus on their possessions and how unfair it was that he did not get any part of it. His cheeks burned as they laughed and joked with one another, his connection with his "friends" would never be that strong. He was raged with jealousy and greed, although most of all he wished to possess the easiness of their friendship. The desire to be like them corrupted him, destroyed him from inside. He hated it so much that everyone was so perfect, he wished they were dead.

Lust
"...the intense desire of money, food, fame or power..."

Jimin stood at the bar, a bright red drink in his hand. A few young girls whispered and pointed, their faces flushed. Jimin smiled at them. Some of them squealed nervously as he looked them up and down, gazing at one's bosom for a particularly long time. If he was less handsome, she would have called him a creep and smacked him to tomorrow. But seeing as he was rather attractive, well... he liked to say that it gave most people a small push. He grinned, then looked away and nipped at his drink. She went bright red, looking down. Her little group of friends pulled her off, whispering quite loudly. As she turned around once again, he flashed her a provocative grin. She grinned back.
Somewhat later, he found her alone, coming from the bathroom. He gripped her wrist and tugged her into an empty room. She moved closer to him, breathing heavily. Her heart raced, he could feel it pounding rhythmically against his chest. He bent down and kissed her neck, biting it ever so slightly. She squealed again, this time in surprise. He pushed her against the wall of the room, cornering her with his arms. He removed her top with fast fingers, kissing her with every movement. As he moved down to her short skirt, he felt the unmistakable shape of a ring in her pocket. He should have backed off right away, but he decided to ignore it and have some fun. He nipped at her bra strap, nicking her skin. She kissed him, longing and hungry for more. He kissed her just as intensely. She removed his suit and shirt, dropping them to the floor. Now fully undressed, Jimin shoved her onto the small bed, following right away. Jimin didn't care about the risk, he didn't care about pain, he just wanted to feel the intense desire that he did right now. He took what he wanted and he took it then and there.

Sloth
"...sometimes defined as physical laziness...sloth has also been defined as a failure to do things that one should do."

Yoongi rolled around in bed. The work was piling up on his desk, things that he chose and should enjoy. He just didn't feel like doing it. He hadn't left his bed for days on end, and if so, then only to go to the bathroom. He didn't want to move ever again. He couldn't move, he couldn't find the motivation to get up and do something. He hated everything around him exept for the comforting warmth of his own bed and therefore decided to ignore it. Rolling over once again, he went back to sleep.

Gluttony
"...the over-indulgence and over-consumption of anything to the point of waste."

Seokjin marveled at the enormous cake set in front of him for a few seconds before he ripped off part of it and stuffed it in his mouth. He knew that it destroyed his former beauty to keep eating and drinking as he did, but he didn't particularly care. Food was a too delicious good to miss out on. He poured a flask of wine into his open mouth, some of it missing on the way. He laughed joyfully as more food was delivered. The soft cream melted against his mouth and he sighed in pleasure. How could he ever give up on something this good, something that was so different but so beautiful in all its diversities? He licked the plate clean and waved for another waitress, placing yet another order. There was no reason for him to stop.

Greed
"...an inordinate desire to aquire or possess more than one needs, especially with respect to material wealth."

Taehyung ripped open the cardboard box that had just come for him, pulling out yet another sweater and jeans. Four golden watches glimmered on his right wrist, reflecting the sunlight through the filled room. His closet was bursting with clothes and jewelry. His credit cards were stuffed into his wallet, waiting for a use. He would keep buying, taking, even stealing if he had to. He wanted everything, anything, as long as it was his. He had the means to receive his desires, why not use them?

Wrath
"...in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds."

Namjoon stared at the young girl in disgust. He felt burning hatred, he wanted revenge for what she did to him. She smiled her slimy, would-be innocent smile and clung onto Him like a parasite. Namjoon clutched the wine glass tighter.
Suddenly, it burst into a million glass fragments that flew through the entire ballroom. He cursed silently, shaking his hand, dripping with wine and blood. Every oh-so-pleasent gaze turned his way, looking mildly offended to very sour. Namjoon stared back into their puny faces, scrunched up into a knot. He wanted to punch each and every one of them. Spitting curses, he retreated from the room and searched the master's. Once he found the glorious, tastefully decorated bedroom, he locked himself inside. He grabbed the champagne bottle from the dresser and threw it against the wall, the glass shattering satisfyingly. He smiled softly and grabbed the next bottle.
He kept destroying objects for longer than he could remember. Once he was finished, nothing in the room was whole.
It wasn't enough.
He wanted to hurt a person. He wanted to whip someone until they couldn't move. He wanted to rip their skin apart, he wanted to see blood. He knew that it wasn't right.
He knew that he was under control.
He knew that he would never get the satisfaction he needed.
He would always be filled with this hatred.

Dedicated to Jack_Vante.
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