House of the Nefarious

Chapter 22

To my dismay Taehyung had not become crippled. Instead he just looked pissed off.

I flashed him a smile awkwardly shifting behind Jungkook for protection.

"Don't worry, Seokjin's going to murder us all anyways so no point in killing you now," he said, lips forming an unsettling grin.

"Don't scare her idiot," Jimin muttered, whacking him on the back of the head.

"The most he'll do is make us go swimming for a week."

I furrowed my brows. "That doesn't sound that bad."

Jimin chuckled. "Being in the water so long will cause the skin to break down and then after a series of other unfortunate things, you'll get an infection and die."

"That's very reassuring," I scoffed, already beginning to feel regret take hold of my gut.

I had considered running away earlier, but my aunt would probably throw me off a bridge the next time she saw me and the need to know why I was here in the first place was constantly nagging me.

Now I'm not too sure if I made the right choice.

Maybe Seokjin would go easy on me and just turn me into soup.

Seeing my obvious distress, Jungkook elbowed Jimin in the ribs.

He awkwardly shifted from foot to foot."Umm maybe this will cheer you up?"

Jimin waved his hand and I felt a familiar sting on my arm. I peeled away the fabric of my sweater to reveal a multidimensional heart.

I guess that did make me feel a bit better, 5 down 3 to go.

The trip back to the house was solem and I could only hope that Seokjin would end up giving us a slap on the wrist and send us on our way.

Jimin pushed open the doors and I jumped back in surprise when he was met with a kick to the face.

He fell to the ground with a thud gripping the bruised flesh. "My beautiful face," he whined.

"Seoyeon come give me a feel better hug."

I shot him a look of disbelief. You wouldn't have even known he had just sustained an injury, if purple wasn't spreading across his cheek.

"Do you idiots know how much trouble you caused for me," Seokjin seethed, steam practically coming out of his ears.

"I had work to do but instead I find out you all went to the in-between and took Seoyeon with you."

He let out a sigh pressing his hand to his forehead.

I guess his lie about me not being able to go back to Earth was exposed.

"You three rooftop now," he ordered, gesturing the demons towards the staircase.

"Seoyeon you go to the library and help Hoseok sort books."

I sighed. Manual labor ain't it.

"Could I go in timeout instead?" I suggested. I was a pro at staring at the wall.

Seokjin flashed me a scowl. "The three of them are about to take a trip off the roof so unless you want to join them, I recommend you go find Hoseok."

Off to sort books I go.

I could here Taehyung's obnoxious laughter in the background followed by a "wait I have to go off the roof."

I dragged out my trip to the room of books and I Sushi popped out of my bag to mirror my contempt.

"Maybe you could light all the books on fire," I muttered, using my finger to rub his head.

I peered around the library door and I was surprised to see Hoseok hunched over a pile of books. Steam was practically coming out of his ears and he was staring so hard I swear lasers could've come out of his eyes.

I knocked on the door, a little wary of getting to close. I didn't exactly want my head blown off.

With a sharp turn of his head his eyes met mine.

"It's you," he seethed standing up from his crouched position.

"It's me?" I asked cautiously.

"Seokjin threw a fit and knocked over a bunch of shelves," he muttered angrily tapping his foot.

"I had them all arranged in alphabetical order too," he huffed. "Sometimes I swear that old man can get angrier than me."

"Sorry?" I said, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. I was unsure of what to say in this situation.

"Whatever," he muttered. "Help me arrange these and you can make it up to me by telling me something interesting that happened on your little road trip."

I wracked my brain for anything that may have been of interest to him and the only thing that came to mind was the newfound knowledge of my ability.

It would be fine to tell him at this point. I couldn't see Taehyung keeping his mouth shut anyways.

"I can manipulate auras now," I paused. "I think."

Hoseok's eyes lit up and I watched his glasses almost slide off his face in his attempt to maneuver around the books towards me.

"Show me?" He asked, eyeing me up and down like a show pony.

"I guess," I grumbled. "If something bad happens it's not my fault though."

His aura was still tinged red from his previous rage and I tried to visualize a pinching motion like I had previously.

I strained my brain, pulling at the corner of his aura.

It had about the same force behind it as the one I used on Medea but Hoseok merely stumbled whereas she had fallen into the realm of unconsciousness.

I shot him a confused look, allowing the tension to leave my body.

"I have a stronger aura than whatever you used it on," he explained, guessing the question from my features.

"That's amazing though," he gushed, rummaging through a pile of leather bound paper.

"Here it is," the man muttered, leafing through the pages of a worn book.

"It's rare enough for a human to see auras, but to be able to use them? Its practically unheard of." He narrowed his eyes at whatever was detailed in the black ink. "It is unheard of."

"What do you mean?" I asked, growing uncomfortable at the look on his face.

"It's impossible for the human brain to withstand the strain from manipulating auras. The only human that ever managed to had they're brain explode the minute they did it."

I paled, I really hoped he wasn't implying what I think he was.