Evil at the Core (OT7 x reader) ~BTS~

10 - Dinner

Your feet lightly padded through the corridor, the outfit was comfy. Again it was far from skimpy except for small details. To say you were nervous was a complete understatement. Inviting you to dinner so suddenly with them, it hadn't even really been a full week. The possibility that you had lost track of time briefly passed but you abandoned it. Unless they had drugged you at certain points you were sure your sense of how many days had passed was correct. Why the sudden changes?

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The servants passed by you and for a second you were stunned. You knew they had servants that also did jobs for them, but until now you hadn't seen a single one. They were elusive for reasons that you hadn't quite figured out. Sure sometimes you would catch one cleaning the kitchen in the morning, or see one scurry around a corner. Sometimes they seemed to actively disappear whenever you came around.
They walked by, not a single one even slightly turning to look at you. Their masks making it impossible for you to notice if they did. Leaving you alone in front of the dining room door.
Doubts started to flood in and for some reason you thought strongly about turning around.

"For some reason? You should turn around!"

The most logical voice in your head was trying to convince you of this. However your pride started to bubble and you reached forward for the door handle. The last thing you would do is let these assholes get the better of you.
When you first opened it your eyes landed on the piles of meat on the table. They looked juicy and tender, just the way you would've liked to eat with f/n. Looking up you saw them assembled next to each other. Far enough to have elbow room, but close enough that some of their plates were touching.
The large plates caught your eye, some might say too large for just one man. Most of them were practically empty with the exception of steak and rib bones. They had few fruits on the table and no vegetables that you could see. It looked like a thanksgiving dinner minus the mashed potatoes and anything else that isn't meat.

"Are you just going to keep staring, or will you take your seat."

Namjoon broke the odd silence, his tone hadn't been cold but more so bored. There was one empty seat at the end of the table. Between yoongi and jungkook, the two you possibly knew the least about.

"How cliche"

Taking your spot between the two enigmatic men it really dawned on you again how large these plates are. Or maybe it was just how small you are compared to them. Quiet enveloped the table again, the only sound coming from Seokjin who was still finishing up his plate. The few fruits were within arms reach.
Reaching for some, you didn't feel too hungry. A small amount of cantaloupe and pineapple was on your mind until a faint crashing sound was heard. You easily dismissed it but suddenly the atmosphere at the table became much colder.
You put your fork on a piece of the cantaloupe right as the door burst open. It scared you enough to have you jump in your seat.
It was a servant, being held down by two others. They seemed hysterical their body twisting in all manner of ways to try and escape from the others clutches. Looking up the servant turned still when they saw all the men at the table. Again, not once did they look at you. Their mask was set in place somehow, after all that struggling it was still on perfectly.

"There aren't any straps on it either.."

"What's happened." You hadn't looked at him truly since the day you had been brought to this hellhole. Only speaking to him and blankly staring at him whenever it was necessary. The coldness of Hoseok's voice now brought you back to the basement. When you were covered in blood and scars from Jimin's torture methods.

"We caught her in the resting area trying to cut her stitches"

"What stitches?"

"Deal with it" Hoseok responded in a flippant manner.

The words had only barely registered til you saw the gun being pointed to the servants head. For the first time, she looked at you. Her eyes were pools of color that gave off no light. They were glowing but not with life.

BANG

You didn't jump somehow. It didn't phase you at all as you watched those eyes fall to the floor. The bullet making its trip through the skull right through her temple.

Maybe you weren't all that hungry after all.