Luxuria | BTS

Part XIV

"Elit suscipietur"

-Challenges will be accepted-

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You smashed to the ground, your body so helpless against the brute force and determination you'd been met with. Not expecting it, you fell quite inelegantly, the person tackling you at least having the decency to stop your head from hitting a nearby desk.

It took a second or two for you to realise what had happened, and another for you to open your eyes. The scene you were met with was so strange that you at first didn't register who still had his arms around your waist, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

In front of you, Yoongi and Taehyung were trying to calm Jimin down, whose expression was one you could only describe as wild. His eyes had a mad kind of glint, and if you weren't going crazy, there were sparks of gold in them. The magenta colour was amplified and as prominent as you'd never seen it before.

To your left, Namjoon was shaking himself out a similar trance. His eyes were still glazed over, but he was clearly more composed than the other, being quietly talked to by Jungkook. Seokjin was standing there with the book Jimin had been reading in hand, observing both sides with an almost reserved look.

His eyes met yours, and both of you froze. He seemed to be judging you, taking in all of you at once, thoughtfulness in his face. You, however, were just realising who had thrown you down.

In a strange way petrified, you turned your head to the right. Hoseok's expression was both amused and angered, half smirking but with clear annoyance in his face. His arm was still wrapped around your waist, his fingers dangling inches above some of the exposed skin of your stomach.

As fast as you could, you pushed away from him, skidding across the floor. His smirk widened and he sat up slowly, brushing back his hair. His eyes were burning into you, the possessive feeling you got around him making you clench your jaw and weaken internally at the same time.

"You pull off quite the show sometimes", Hoseok said, casually leaning against the table behind him. The slightly mocking tone he used was nothing new, but it had its usual effect. Your blood began to boil and the hairs at the back of your neck stood up, unable to ignore the attractive undertones to it all.

"Maybe if you didn't give me reason, I wouldn't have to", you snapped, standing up defiantly. The room had fallen quiet, the others attention diverted solely to the two of you. However, you and Hoseok were completely fixated on each other.

"Is that so?", Hoseok got up too, staring you down with narrowed eyes. It was intimidating, but you refused to back away, crossing your arms provocatively. The magenta in his eyes was back, dark fuchsia streaks that striped his iris and formed patterns around the edges.

"What kinds of reasons are we giving you?"

His voice was lower, alluring in a sense, and you could feel chills running down your spine. He wasn't even coming closer physically, but you were trapped nevertheless. You found yourself bound to the tension by an invisible cord that was becoming tighter and tighter with each word spoken, backed into a mental corner that you only saw one way out of.

"How about you trying to seduce me constantly?", you hiss, finally snapping, "Wait, I forgot. It's your sole purpose, isn't it? Sons of Lust".

And with that, you'd broken free of the mysterious confines they'd used to keep you from the truth for good. Hoseok's eyes widened significantly, an expression of pure shock spreading over his face.