Seven Sins || bts

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣

"Namjoon, did you really sell her room to someone else?"
Jin was staring at the chandelier that hung down from the ceiling.

Namjoon placed his ink pen down on the golden table cloth without a sound.
Tilting his head, he spoke, "Yes. We can't let the past take control of us. We need to move on with our lives."

Jin, who sat on the other end of the table sighed.
"I don't think Jungkook will be able to. He was really close to her."

The door groaned as another presence entered the dimly lit room.
"Hyung, he hasn't left his room since she left. That was two weeks ago."

"Ah, Jimin. Eavesdropping I see." Namjoon smiled slowly.
Jimin just shrugged. "It's not a secret."
"Sit down." Jin pulled the chair beside him out, suggesting for Jimin to sit there.

"Two weeks isn't long. He probably need a lot longer to get over it." Jin said.
"You should've waited another while before selling her room." He continued.

Namjoon gripped his pen in his hand again, the other hand pressed firmly against the dark oak table.
"We needed the money."

"What do you mean Hyung? We have lots of money."
Taehyung's arms were crossed as he slipped into a chair. He was so quiet entering the room, not even the old door made a sound.

"You may as well come on in, Yoongi and Hoseok Hyung." Jin called out.
The two said walked in, Yoongi with his head held high, trying to ignore the fact that Jin knew they were out there listening. His cheeks were tinted pink. Hoseok was his cheery self.

The six boys looked at each other in comfortable silence before Namjoon began again.
"As you know, our money is for us only. She left us, on her own will. None of our money was to be spent on her funeral. Our pockets shall not suffer because of her rash thinking and actions. So that is why I decided to sell her room. Which she owned. To pay for her funeral."

"We understand now Hyung," Taehyung let out.
"Jungkook doesn't. He's angry that you sold her room without telling him first." Yoongi stated.
"You spoke to him?" Hoseok questioned Yoongi, curiosity on his face.
Yoongi nodded.

"Did he say anything else? When he's going to come down?" Jimin asked, eager to know if Jungkook was alright.
"He didn't say much. Only said the word 'eventually'."
"Well, at least he won't turn to a pile of bones up there." Hoseok said happy, grinning, trying to lighten up the atmosphere in the room.

"Yeah. At least that won't happen." A voice said.
All head turned towards the voice. Jungkook.
"Oh dear," Hoseok piped up.
Jungkook flashed Namjoon a glare and stormed out of the room.
Taehyung and Jimin rushed towards the direction Jungkook left.

"I do hope he doesn't treat the new owner of that room like feculence." Namjoon said, worry evident in his voice.
Yoongi and Jin hummed in response, knowing that this poor person who bought that room was going to have one hell of a time.
Hoseok sat there deep in thought.
"Namjoon, who did you sell the room to?"

Namjoon perked up at the question, his face brightening and his dimples appearing slightly. He lifted a document paper.

"Her name is Miss Eve Sallow. It says she is 23."
"Oh? A woman?" Hoseok asked.
Namjoon nodded," yes. She'll be here tomorrow."

Jin clapped his hands. "Ok. Tomorrow- wait. Tomorrow!?!"
Yoongi arched a brow. "Yes. Didn't you hear him?"
"The place is a mess! Chip chop, let start cleaning." Jin ordered.

"But the place is clean." Namjoon frowned.
Jin stood up and walked towards the golden framed mirror that hung on the wall. He ran his finger on the top of it.
Wagging his finger at the others, he showed them the dust.
"Clean? I think not."

[magical time skip]

Yoongi wiped sweat off his forehead as he lay on the ground, huffing and pufffing.
Cleaning was hard work.
Jin smiled happily, nodding to himself as he inspected the halls and walls for dust and dirt.

"I approve." He said.
Hoseok muttered something that sounded like "thank the lord."
Jimin and Taehyung hadn't gotten away with cleaning. Jin found them sitting under the stairs, trying to hide from chores.
Namjoon tried to get Jungkook to help, but one look from Jungkook was all the Namjoon needed to back off.

Jungkook entered her room.
He missed Stacie. He missed her smile, her kindness. He missed how she helped him when he was feeling down.
Jungkook was angry. He was angry that she didn't tell him how she was truly feeling. It was obvious she wasn't happy. That's why she-
Jungkook left her room, sitting down, his back against her door.
Stacie was in a long distance relationship. That's all she told him. Perhaps she wanted to get away from her relationship? Or maybe she was sad that she couldn't see them because of college and her job.

Jungkook wished he knew the reason.
He was mad at how Namjoon didn't tell him that he sold her room. The only thing left that Stacie owned was now gone. Someone else took it.
Her belongings were gone, along with her favourite teddy. Frankie was the teddy's name. A cute brown bear holding a heart.

Jungkook shook his head before leaving to enter his room.