B A N G T A N D E M O N S

Part 2

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!!!recap!!!

I hear a noise and open my eyes, and look around. There is no one.

I shiver and turn off the shower, stepping out. I grab my toothbrush from the sink and look up in the mirror. I jump. Looking back at me is a man with yellow hair, black eyes and a lopsided smirk. "N-Namjoon?!"

"Hey, princess."

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"What are you doing here? How did you even get in? How long have you been watching????" I looked desperately around for something that could be used as a weapon, which definitely was not the toothbrush in my hand. "More like what are you doing here?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "what? What do you mean??" Namjoon chuckled, "didn't I tell ya, princess?" He stepped closer and said, "demons live here." His tone got low and cold. I shivered.

"Stop scaring the guests, Namjoon! You're supposed to make them feel welcome! Aigoo do you feel welcome?" I snapped my head around and saw a man with orange hair, black eyes, and red lips. He had on no shirt with grey sweat pants, and no shoes or socks. He was giving Namjoon a stern look. He had scratches and scars all over his back and muscled arms. I only partly wanted to trace my fingers delicately over them. "Sorry, Aigoo. Sorry, Hobi." Hobi huffed and turned to me. "Maybe you should come upstairs with us, Ms. Aigoo." I smiled politely and whispered, "I don't want to be killed..." Hobi's face went blank for a second, then he tilted his head back and laughed, "you think we want to kill you?" The same exact thing Namjoon did. Was I missing some inside joke? Also, did he say we? Was there more of these strange Korean hotties? Before I could protest, Namjoon threw me gently over his shoulder and ran with me upstairs like he was some football player or something. "Put me down!" I said, punching and kicking. All Namjoon did was laugh, "h-hey! That tickles!" Tickles? It was supposed to hurt! He finally set me down in a big, room with seven big beds on the walls. Four on one wall, and three on the other. On the beds as if they were waiting for us, were more men who all looked at least twenty something. They also looked very bored. There were seven "demons" in all. A man with pink hair and beautiful brown eyes walked slowly towards me, smirking and biting his lip. He had three blue bandaids on both his hands. He had on a yellow pullover sweater that had a pair of red lips with a pierced tongue hanging out, black jeans with zippers on the sides, white socks, and white tennis shoes. "Aww. You look so cute in that towel, babe," he said. I blushed deep red, remembering that I still had it on. Let's just hope Hobi wasn't behind me while I was kicking and punching. I cringed at the thought. Namjoon came beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek, "mine." He said. I unwrapped his arm from around me and wiped away the kiss, "lemme go change first, eh? I don't like my first impressions to be in a towel." Namjoon bit his lip, "I dunno. I say it's kind of a good first impression, don't ya think, princess?" I huffed and rolled my eyes turning sharply away and hurrying down the stairs, with Hobi, Namjoon, and the other dude in tow. I went into my room and ordered them to sit on my bed. They, surprisingly obeyed like trained puppies. "Roll over?" I said sarcastically. Namjoon smirked evilly and I backed away. He pounced on me and wrapped both arms securely around my waist, laying himself on the floor. Then he rolled over until my back was pressed against the floor. He pressed both of my hands above my head and leaned in until our noses were touching and his delicious lips were inches away. I was wide eyed and breathless. Namjoon smirked, "like this, princess?" He whispered seductively. Behind us Hobi and the other guy snickered. "I want a turn!" Hobi exclaimed like a little six year old "Don't you, Jimin?" Jimin chuckled, "definitely," I shivered, "y-you guys are such pervs..." Namjoon stepped back and laughed, "she said we're pervs. No, cutie. You just look so delicious." At this, all three boys licked their lips in unison. I stepped back. And ran zz the bathroom. And locked it.

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I chose my grey ski hat, a black leather jacket, black leather jeans, and leather ankle boots. What? Momma loves her leather. I walked out the door and the boys whistled. "You look like a bad ass rebel, princess," Namjoon said from behind me. I yelped, jumping, and turned around, "stop doing that!" Hobi chuckles, "c'mon. Let's go back upstairs."

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Upstairs, the four boys were playing Fortnite. "Yoongi, Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook come here," Namjoon ordered. They paused the game and circled me like a pack of hungry cheetahs. "Mmm, who's this?" One said. "Dibs," another man said. "I call dibs on this back here..." said another. I turned around quickly, "hey!" Namjoon laughed, "chill, Yoongi." To me, he whispered, "he's, like, the biggest pervert here. So... watch it." Yoongi had black hair, and eyes with big, luscious pink lips. He had on a black muscle shirt and dark gray sweatpants, black socks, and Nike slides. He smiled apologetically, "sorry, Aigoo." He came closer and wrapped his waist around my waist, burrowing his nose in my neck. "It's just around you, I can't help myself." I laughed nervously and pushed him gently away by his chest. He grabbed both my hands and pressed them to his chest, making me blush greatly. "Wha-" before I could finish, Yoongi pressed his lips to mine. I was in shock for a moment before I kissed back. He bit my lip, making me gasp. He took that as a chance to explore every crook and cranny of my mouth. He pulled back for air, a trail of saliva, connecting our tongues. I was panting like I'd sprinted a five mile race. Before I could catch my breath, though, Namjoon came up and pulled me to him by my waist. "I said she was mine." With that, he pressed his lips to mine, plunging his tongue in my mouth immediately. Our tongues rubbed against each other, making me moan. Namjoon pulled away abruptly, "mmm. See? She only moans for me." "We'll see about that," Hobi said competitively, tugging me by my arm into his bare chest. He made a trail of kisses from my chin to my collar bone. He then traced it with his plump, soft lips. I bit my lip, trying and failing to hold in my moans. Hobi chuckled, "looks like you're not the only one, Joonie." Namjoon pulled me back to him, burrowing me protectively in his huge chest. "C'mon, guys. We're taking Aigoo to a cafe." Jimin pouted. "But I didn't even get my turn yet."