Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Fourteen: Old Paths

A/N: Hello.

I'm so happy when I'm writing this story...I love these characters and this plot...UGH! <3

Plus, the Make it Right remix came out today and most of the clips are from the Chicago concert so I'm like examining the background closely to try to find me and my sister in the shots of the crowds omFg!

But I'm not in there... :(

I was jumping so high tho!

Lol, anyway, I love you all-

Izzy.

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The stupor that possessed the air about the room seemed to lapse as the girl's knees went weak. The demon's eyes were dead serious and the only sign of reluctance in his body language was in the way he twirled his silver rings in between his fingers.

"F-faking their...deaths?" Eonjin sat on her bed hard, frown deepening her usually soft features. "How is that going to happen, Jimin? I don't see-"

"Easy, Eonjin. All we'll need is some drugged wine, doppelgangers, and enough of my father's spies to witness the end product of their 'murder.' "

It almost appeared as if Jimin was trying to convince himself of his own plan as he stared out into space. His disheveled white hair added to his crazed look, and Eonjin watched intently as he rambled off his ideas.

"Getting Jungkook and Taehyung to drink the wine will be easy--they'll let loose since they'll be happy for your marriage. All you have to do it supply the tampered wine. I'm sure enough Laurel Servants here will still be able to recall the recipe if you ask them. Taehyung threw enough parties back then for the servants to remember that recipe forwards and backwards...I'm sure."

Distressed, Eonjin abruptly stood up and sighed as she made her way over to the vanity. In the mirror her stress over the wedding and baby shower was clearly visible by the large bags clinging under her eyes and the way that her brow seemed permanently furrowed. She glanced once at the man whom she had given a makeover to eons ago, smiling gently to let him know he could continue.

"Once they consume enough of the wine, they will follow me upstairs readily enough. If they don't comply--that's the worst case scenario--then I of course have my own ways of making them do what I want..."

"You mean your mind control, or whatever." Eonjin folded her hands across her belly and reveled in the warmth it brought to her cold fingertips.

"Yeah, I know you'll call it that no matter how many times that I try to explain that's it's not mind control, it's just mood regulation--anyway..." Jimin scratched behind his neck a bit too hard, clearly troubled by whatever thought lurked behind those sorrowful, red eyes.

"Then...they will be all drugged and distracted--I'll make sure they are safely confined to some room on this floor..."

"Make it Taehyung's old bedroom. When he's drunk he'll spend hours applauding and criticizing the artworks on the walls...oh, now I feel bad for Jungkook..." She grimaced, imagining how passionate her brother became when discussing things such as art, and how sometimes it became annoying.

Jimin shocked her then, laughing warmly as he leaned back in the chair.

"Don't worry, Eonjin. They've been married three years now, I think Kook has his own way of dealing with that guy..." His cheeks took on a rosy tone as he spoke about the pair, fondness evident in his expression. "But the hardest part is going to be-"

"Murdering the strangers." Eonjin said flatly. "In my castle, on my wedding night."

Jimin blinked at her straightforwardness, nodding slightly as the words sunk in. "Killing people isn't hard for me anymore...but killing innocents is. I'll have to find people worthy of death before I bring them here...like criminals, maybe some thieves? I'll search for something..."