Seven Deadly Sins {BTS x Reader}

Chapter 3: {The Poster}

A/N: wow it's been a while, but i finally finished this chapter thank god. the next one prob won't be as long as this one. 5 votes on this are appreciated so i can get my motivation up again agh

also

here's a badly drawn tae aha ;;

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"I can't believe you hyung, how could you do that to her?"

"I didn't know okay?" A lower voice grumbled in response. "It was dark and what I did was standard protocol. We all agreed to it Jimin, so don't bother trying to pin this on me."

...Jimin?

You let out a pained groan as you slowly cracked open an eye, the bright light spotting your vision with flecks of white before gradually being blinked away by sleep-heavy eyes. At the sound of your awakening, the arguing voices quickly ceased.

Why does that sound so familiar?

The room phased into focus as you slowly regained your bearings. A dull ache pounded in the left side of your head, and when you reached up to feel the tender spot your fingers were met with the scratchy fabric of gauze. A hand gently seized your wrist and removed your hand from the soreness.

"You shouldn't touch that, (y/n)," a soft voice chided. "You know better than that."

What...who is this?

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you looked up at the man holding your wrist. Pretty doe eyes, silky black hair, and a kind smile met your eyes. You stared at the man above you for a few seconds, trying to recall if you'd met him somewhere before.

Although his general facial structure seemed somewhat familiar to you, you couldn't quite place where you'd seen him before. And with your throbbing head, you were really in no condition to think harder about him- although the pretty man's knowledge of your name was rather worrisome to you. Not to mention, you weren't sure if this situation had anything to do with last night's assault. If this guy had any relation to the creepy, heart-eating man from last night you sure as hell didn't want to stay here- no matter how kind this guy came off as. Deciding to play it safe and polite, you tried to gently remove your wrist from the pretty man's grasp.

"I'm sorry, but I've had a difficult night and I don't seem to know you...?" Your voice trailed off as your eyes took in your surroundings more thoroughly, realizing that you were in fact, not alone. At least six other guys stood in the small room around your bed- two of whom looked very familiar.

Oh, fuck its them.

Your eyes widened as you caught sight of the blue-haired mobster and red-haired murderer from last night. At the sight of your shocked expression, both guys looked away uncomfortably- red's face taking on a saddened look while blue's stoic manner transformed into one strangely resembling guilt.

These men were dangerous, you knew that much- meaning you needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Gaze darting around for a quick and easy escape, your eyes settled on a nearby window.

Perfect.

Without a second thought, you heaved yourself out of the warm covers of the bed, scrambling through the ocean of comforters to your goal. The pretty black-haired guy beside you made a grab for your waist, but you managed to bat his arms away and place one foot on the cool hardwood floor.

Only to fall flat on your face when your other foot tried to follow.

Instinctively, you whipped your head back to find the source of your sudden fall. Eyes tracing along your slender legs to your ankles, you finally noticed the firm, thick ropes lashing your legs to the bedposts. You frowned in confusion at the sight.