The Deadly Seven | bts x reader

Part II. A Peculiar Craving for Chocolate

A lustrous gleam of silver - no - steel, whose presence demanded that all eyes be on them. It flashed before me in quick shimmers. I couldn't seem to get a good look at it, and yet I couldn't seem to look away. A voice much like silk and much like velvet all at the same time vibrated my bones. Deep and smooth, but still sweet; like the craving of chocolate you get after a savory meal. What was this feeling?

Wake up.

Wonder? Captivation? I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything anymore. A masterpiece laid before me and I had no idea what to make of it.

Wake up!

Those were whispers at first, but as they repeated themselves they began to grow louder.

The whispers turned rugged and ashy. It reminded me of the blaze at the end of a cigarette after a long drag.

Wake up, dumbass!

With a lung aching gasp I shot up. Sweat was beading down my neck and my back as I panted, finding it hard to get any air.

"Hey, it's okay, take deep breaths, yeah?"

I began to inhale slowly, the tautness in my chest eventually releasing me from its grasp. I blinked in attempts to diminish the skull cracking headache I felt coming on, but every bit of my senses were going haywire and it only made it worse. A croaking groan rose up from my throat as I held my head with a groggy expression.

"Idiot, you scared the shit outta me."

That voice... that was... I blinked a few more times, the blurry blob of black, white, and red slowly clearing up. "Y-Yoongi?"

Yoongi furrowed his brows, though it appeared as if he was more concerned than angry.

I scanned my surroundings to try and grasp some of the situation on my own. I was still in my room, in my bed to be exact.

I looked back at the demon that was currently sitting beside me at the edge, a cold glass of water in his hand.

"What happened?" I swallowed hard at the sight of the sparkling glass, realizing just how dry my throat was.

"You passed out, fainted, I guess... Your senses were probably just overwhelmed-" Yoongi cut himself off at the end, following my gaze to the water "oh, here, you should lay back down, too-" he handed me the glass with a nonchalant manner about him.

He must've not wanted me to think he cared, but if he hadn't he would have just left me lying on the ground, right? A small smile tugged at my lips but I quickly subsided it, taking the glass of water with a small nod.

"S-sorry... for inconveniencing you. I guess I've been overworking myself lately with school and work," I shrugged "it's my fault really... sorry."

Yoongi snorted "you really are an idiot."

"Am not," I pouted, sticking out my tongue.

He returned the favor, and to my surprise his tongue wasn't freakishly long or forked at the end like in most illustrations I was familiar with. In fact, a lot of things about this demon surprised me. Yeah, he was hellish and mischievous and a bit rude but... he was so much more than that, I was sure of it. Deep, deep, deep within the rough, cold, asshole Yoongi sat a kind and caring one - one that carries me to my bed and brings me water after I pass out.

He was there, I just had to keep searching for him.

- - - - - -

It had been all weekend and Yoongi still would hardly let me leave the bed, let alone leave the apartment. I had to call in sick for my Sunday shift.

Thanks a lot asshole.

He told me he was worried I would faint again somewhere and he wouldn't be able to find me, therefore wouldn't be able to complete his contract and be stuck in the mortal realm until I died.

There were so many flaws in that statement that I didn't even bother arguing with him.

Though every time the thought of him actually caring crossed my mind it made my heart feel just a little bit lighter.

And yes, I had been feeling much better, well, all except for the bizarre dreams I've been having ever since the incident. It was always of the same thing for the most part, with the exception of one or two flashing silver pictures. But every time I woke up I was left with nothing in my memory but a feeling: wonder.

It was already almost noon and I had just gotten up to get dressed, changed my pants four different times and my shirt six. I sighed with frustration after examining myself in my full body mirror, still unsatisfied with my outfit. I was far too restless after being held up in my room for so long. 

Seriously, I felt like my sanity was steadily fleeting my mind. Every second that passed was another moment of instability- 

"Oi, shouldn't you be resting?" Yoongi's voice interrupted my thoughts.

Turning to look at the demon I groaned "Yoongi, I've been resting for, like, two days. You can't just keep me cooped up in my room-"

"But-"

"No buts."

I watched for a change in his expression but there was nothing. I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing, but at least he didn't continue to argue with me.

I moved my eyes up to the ceiling in thought, the two of us standing in my bedroom in silence before I decided to approach him. I outstretched my hand to ruffle up his ebony hair in between his little black horns "thank you for taking care of me though, sugar."

"Sugar?"

I blinked, shit, did I just say that out loud?

I began to blush at the nickname that had just slipped out of my mouth. "O-oh, um I meant, er- didn't mean..."

The other chuckled at the shade of red that sat on my cheeks "it's kinda got a ring to it, ya know, like... Suga?" He shrugged.

"Suga..." I repeated, nodding slowly, cute.

"So, are you completely and utterly satisfied with me now?" He asked, a hint of complacency in his tone.

I smirked "nope."

And with that I moved past him, making my way down the hallway and into the living room.

"My coat should be somewhere around here..." I muttered to myself.

"Where are you going?"

"Um..." I started, struggling to look for the article of clothing and think about my reply all at the same time. "The store, the fridge is probably pretty empty by now. You cooked me enough stew and soup to feed fifteen people." I snickered, recalling the first time Yoongi burst into my room after making a huge racket in the kitchen, with two enormous bowls of stew in his hands.

"It was so your dumb ass wouldn't faint on me again," he grumbled, scanning over the living room, lifting up one of the couch pillows, and picking up the coat I was looking for. "This what you need?"

I gave him a questionable look before snatching it away from him. "I'll be back soon."

"Uh, i'm going with you," he chuckled out the words as if they were obvious.

"No need, really, i'm fine-"

"No, as your demon the contract requires that I accompany you at all times."

I paused halfway through putting my coat on and glared at him "fine."

Turning to march to the front door I opened it, but was hardly able to take a step before I ran into someone.

I staggered backwards, making sure I didn't fall back on my ass again.

"Oh, fuck," Yoongi sighed behind me as I stared up in awe at the taller figure before me.

Metallic steel that shimmered in the light, a presence that demanded all eyes be on him.

I swallowed hard, suddenly getting a peculiar craving for chocolate.