Luxuria | BTS

Part IV

"Quaerere colores"

-Look out for the colours-

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You groaned in pain, feeling your head throb and ache. A horrible, stale dryness stuck in your mouth and throat, making you swallow a few times in an effort to reduce it.

Drowsy, you opened your eyes and found yourself staring at a white ceiling.

You were lying on an uncomfortable, flat surface, square pillow behind your head. Your own shallow breathing was all you could hear for a moment, until a second, steady in- and exhale caught your attention.

Abruptly, you shot upwards. There, sitting on a chair maybe two feet away, sat one of the guys from before, watching you with a blank expression.

The room around you looked suspiciously like a nurse's office or pharmacy ward.

As his eyes caught yours, you felt a rush of anxiety at the possessiveness in them. It was strange - you had never felt proper fear from another, but just looking him straight in the eye made you want to shiver and back away.

After locking gazes for a second, a smirk grazed his lips. The boy leant back, sucking his bottom lip in and biting it, eying you up and down.

You were left breathless at the authenticity he had to practically eye-fuck you as you sat there, not knowing what to say until suddenly white hot rage overcame you, making you glare at him.

He simply raised an eyebrow, a slight chuckle leaving his throat. "Calm down, Iseul", his voice was amused and alluring, "I won't do anything to you".

Tilting his head to the side, he smirked again. "Yet", he added, letting the word roll off his tongue with satisfaction. You grit your teeth, staring at him, strangely intrigued.

"Who are you?", you managed to finally whisper, anger and curiosity mixing in your voice. You needed to know who he was; you needed to know why he was like you.

The boy simply grinned, devilish features displayed as he slowly licked his lips. "You'd like to know that, wouldn't you?"

"Tell me", your voice rose to be commanding, rage ringing out more clearly. You didn't feel weak; you just weren't quite grasping the situation yet. You had to find out more.

He rolled his eyes, playing intimidated. "Alright honey, if you say so", looking straight back at you, you saw a flash of magenta his iris, "I'm Hoseok".

Hoseok.

The name left your senses tingling, in both good and bad ways. You felt the same hatred from before, mixed with your own intimidation of the possessive nature radiate from him.

"Hoseok", you said slowly, tasting the feel the name left in you. He nodded, grinning a little. The spark in his eyes made you think you'd made a mistake.

"Where and why am I here?", you asked, feeling a little stronger, staring him into the eyes in efforts to affect him like normal people would be. He merely chuckled, clearly amused.

"You don't remember...?"

A sense of realisation crept over you.

The woman. The woman you had felt such a deep connection to, that had protected you like a mother her daughter. With eyes glowing like fiery embers and black feathered wings. That was clearly not human.

Ira.

The man. That tempting, dangerously seductive man with the dark magenta eyes, that had threatened you in ways you didn't understand. That seemed to have an almost father-like connection to the boys, and wasn't human either.