Desecrating the purest of hearts. They toy with women to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.
-Ellen Hopkins
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Min Yoongi's pov.
"I'll wake up soon. Stop acting like you're at my funeral." I groan, not liking all of the unwanted attention I was getting.
"For all we know this could very well be you're funeral."
"I've already died once before, don't worry." I got comfortable on the bed beside Taehyung, knowing I could be in this position for a while and possibly forever.
"Yeah but you know you can't come back-" Namjoon's words were cut off by Jin's hand laying upon his shoulder. I wasn't stupid. I understood that when I died before I was human and since I'm really just a soul and a physical embodiment of a Sin, once I'm dead there's no coming back.
I eyed Namjoon, wanting to assure him that I'd be fine but I didn't want to make a cheesy scene. Instead I shut my eyes and allowed myself to be consumed in Taehyung's mind.
It was an odd experience indeed, leaving your body and entering another. But I'd grown accustomed to the hollow feeling it left me but the newly found perspective on another's life and that buzz of electricity I felt when I would awaken in my body was exhilarating.
However, when entering Taehyung's body I instantly felt that this would be a different experience. I've never felt the need to project myself into another supernatural beings body but I had never expected my friends soul to be this cold. But also harboring a sin isn't exactly warmth and rainbows either.
Searching for his conscience, I suddenly appeared in a clearing surrounding by darkness. The grass was overgrown and unkempt. The only indication of life was the sound of heavy breathing just a few feet away from. Looking over, I caught sight of a body lying down in the blanket grass and weeds. His body had been covered in cuts and covered in blood. I'd be concerned If I hadn't known this was a figment of his conscience.
"Taehyung? Where are we?" Of course I knew we were in the darkest depths of Taehyung's mind but I was referring to the setting I was currently in.
"We're at the night where it all fell apart. I haven't been able to leave." Taehyung's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace.
"Why haven't you been able leave?" My eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"I can't move on. I'm scared." Taehyung continues to stare into the nights sky.
This was a lot more complicated than I thought. Seemingly, Taehyung's the one stopping himself from waking up. In the light of things this means we have a chance of waking up but I'm afraid Taehyung's a convoluted being and we don't have a lot of time.
"You know, you've never told me what happened that night." I started, hoping to get to the root of this issue right away.
Taehyung's eyes shifted over to me and just like that, night air surrounding me had morphed into a room. It was grand, marble covering the place from head to toe with specks of gold lining cracks. The finest of silks hung from the walls. But I my eyes weren't focusing on that, they were more focused on the figure standing in the middle of the room.
