Book 1: Seven Demons' Sins (BTS FanFiction)

Episode 29: God Sent

Episode 29: G o d S e n t

A soft knock came from the door. I lifted the blankets up to my chin. It was hard to get over the traumatic event that I had undergone in the last hour.

Another knock.

"Who?" I whispered, but it was enough for a demon's ear to catch.

"V."

I shut my eyes, remembering the way Dalia violated my bodily rights in front of the two people I had least wanted to share a moment like that with. Now I totally understood why V called her a whore. And that wasn't everything that came with the soul possesion either. I saw things from her own life, things from the past with V and Jimin, years ago. All while my soul was trapped in her heart.

"You can come in."

The door creaked open and, cautiously, V stepped inside. He closed it behind him, leaving only a crack open. "How are you feeling?" He asked me with a nonchalant expression. I shut my eyes, feeling my face flush red.

"I don't know? Try being possessed and having your body..." I paused to shudder at the possibilities where it could've gone. "Forget it."

"Maybe..." V clenched down on his jaw and looked down to the floor, "you shouldn't have done that."

"Don't you dare--" I glared at him, biting down on my lip with anger as the corners of my face heated up. "I did this so I could help your brother out when you couldn't do anything!" The frustration rose inside of me. "How would I know that your freaking wife would be a whore! Don't blame this on me!" V's eyes flashed up with rage. I lowered my nervous gaze to avoid looking at his face. "What? Are you surprised I know who Dalia is now?" I scoffed. "And I'm not sorry for the mind invasion. I guess it was mutual."

"What did you see?" He asked in almost a threatening yet seemingly frightened tone. I glared at him and didn't plan on replying. Or more like, I was too confused to give a proper answer.

Truthfully, as of now, I could only remember scattered bits. Some of them were just flashes of images I couldn't make sense of. Otherwise, the reason I knew things like Dalia being V's wife was because I felt it. I don't know how, but it was almost like a binding leash tightening around my own heart. While I was in her heart it felt like it belonged to someone--like it was bound to V. However, there was something that left imprints inside as well. Traces of Jimin. All I knew was that this Dalia girl wasn't a pious saint.

It actually hurt my brain to look into the images more than that, but I personally didn't want to look back and feel that haunting sensation Dalia left on my soul. She felt so twisted for some reason. It wasn't always this twisted, but suddenly her soul became impure.

"Nothing." I snuggled deeper into the covers. "I saw nothing." He stepped closer to the bed and I gave him a warning with my eyes but he didn't seem to catch on. Or maybe he did but chose to ignore it. Knowing him, it was probably the latter.

"Tell me." He insisted.

"I-I don't want to." I firmly stared back at him. His brows twitched with a wave of anger and annoyance before he curls his lips tightened into a thin line.

"Fine." He spat out and disappeared.

Well, that was mildly surprising. Honestly, I was expecting some neck choking and killer threats towards my already shortened lifespan.

I let out a long breath of relief and sank into the mattress with ease.

There was no way I was fully ready to face him or Jimin yet. It wasn't helpful how much my brain was conscious when Dalia and Lust were eating each other's faces. But there was something about Jimin that lingered in me. I don't know what it was yet, but I couldn't shake off this strange feeling buried deep into my gut.