"Taehyung, you can't touch that girl!" Tae cocked his head to the side, studying your adamant figure, that was blocking him from the sleeping girl.
"No?" You shook your head, crossing your arms. The incubus stepped closer to you, his breath fanning...
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"Kim Namjoon?" You breathed out, your eyes glued to the captivating man on stage. "The warlock?" Jimin nodded, his jaw clenched. "How? But he was so nice, he escorted me when I got lost."
Jin frowned. "That's how he does it. He's charming, he lures people into his trap." You glanced back at Namjoon who was sitting now, sipping his drink as he watched his guests have fun. "See that guy standing next to him?" He pointed to a handsome man, with a chiseled jaw and brown hair that was standing beside Namjoon, grinning as he watched everyone. You nodded. "That's Jackson Wang, his right-hand man and best friend—also very charming."
"How do you know so much, Jin?" The siren's lips were pressed in a thin line.
"I've heard a lot about him." You nodded, and squeezed his hand gently as a form of support. Jimin, however, looked uneasy as he stared at the purple-haired man on stage.
"I remember him," Jimin murmured. "He was my friend." You looked at him and then back at the warlock, but nothing clicked. No memories, nothing. Maybe you didn't know him?
"Hey," you said, realising something. "Where's Tae?" Yoongi shrugged, while Hoseok looked around.
"I swear he was here a second ago," the dragon said, slipping a small cake in his mouth. "He must have wandered off somewhere." You let go of Jin's hand.
"I'll go have a look." Yoongi grabbed your wrist before you left, giving you a look.
"Be careful." You nodded and sent them all smiles, weaving through the crowd as you found the doors that led to the entrance hall.
You breathed out a sigh of relief, it was getting suffocating in the crowd. Glancing around, you spotted Taehyung coming from around a corner. "Tae!" You cried, startling the incubus. His eyes widened and you saw him look behind the wall, but it was too late.
Large, black wings appeared and he nudged the incubus playfully until he saw you. You were frozen in your spot, watching the interaction. It was friendly, like they knew each other. Jungkook paled and Tae was looking at the floor. You clenched your fists and found movement in your legs again, walking over to the pair.
Taehyung looked up, but felt like his throat was dry. He tried to speak, but no sound came out. You tried to ignore the anger you felt. "You know him, Taehyung?" The boy flinched at the tone of your voice and Jungkook stepped in front of him, placing his hands on your shoulders.
"Resi, listen, we can explain—"
"No. You've been lying to me, to all of us," you cried, shaking his hands off of you. "How do you think the boys will feel, how Jimin will feel." Jungkook grimaced at the mention of his brother. "Are you both working against us? Was flirting with me your way of distracting me?" Your voice slightly cracked and Taehyung emerged from behind Jungkook, wrapping you in a hug.
