The 7

Questions

The loud thunder of a heavy door slamming shut attacked your sense. You could feel the vibration reverberate through your body. 

Your body was numb and you couldn't move that much, almost paralysed in fear and confusion. 

All you could here was the faint murmurer of a conversation. You had no idea what they were saying or how many voices there was. Although you could make out 3 more distinct voices: one was much higher pitched,  not in a falsetto but high enough for you to notice the difference, the other two were much lower, although one being smoother and the other being more husky.

"Is she awake yet?" 

~wow that was very close~ you thought. Up until then, the voices had been much further away but this, this was close very close- standing in front of you even.

Your trail of thought was cut short by the same strong hands pulling you to your feet and guiding you to a chair, sitting you down. Ironically, like being born, a white piercing light hit your retina and only enhanced the growing migraine in your head, your vision going fuzzy round the edges.

Regaining your vision, you began to make out figures standing in front of you. 

"Slept well" a voice on your left side- the same high pitched voice you had heard earlier- Rolling your head to one side, in vain however as he was sitting too far away for you to properly see him.

Abruptly, a hand grabbed your hair in a messy clump, ruffly pushing your head back so he was face to face with you. His face looked as if it had been chiselled from marble, his eyes adding a darker tone to his face in comparison to his, otherwise, paler skin. 

"We don't like waiting around for people." He said aggressively. Another hand rested on his shoulder pulling the man back. ~omg where are all these hands coming from~ (let's just say your vision was still a little blurry)

"Take it easy Yoongi. She doesn't know whats going on" The man- now called Yoongi- grunted before turning and sitting down on a leather office chair. It was only then did you realise that you were also sitting in an identical chair at a large glass table. Looking around you noticed that you were at the top of Seoul tower- looking out at the beautiful city, still alive, even at night. You had been up the tower before and you didn't remember it being so high. Maybe this was even higher ~oh a secret room~ you thought.

"Hey!" Turning your head you were unfortunately brought back to the fact that you were not at home with Twig but here in this secret room. The man sat down next to you. "My name is Seokjin." He said very slowly...you were finding it a little hard to focus on what he as saying. 

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Oh please! This is taking forever. Of course, she doesn't know why she's here!" Yoongi interrupted again. 

"Shut up Yoongi. I know its hard for you, you miserable sack of shit but have a little patience" Seokjin snapped back. 

"Why am I here?" You spoke softly, not wanting to anger any of them and leaning slightly towards Seokjin. 

Drawing his attention back to you, "You live alone yes?" 

"Yes" 

"You remember your parents?" 

"...yes" You hadn't thought about them for years. 3 years. 

"That night" You knew exactly what night he was talking about. "We were there- all of us- we struck a deal with your father. We would forget his debt to us. But in return for something more." 

You frowned.

"You"