House of the Nefarious

Chapter 23

"You're either some kind of human phenomenon or," he paused, taking a deep breath. "You're not as human as we thought."

"I vote phenomenon!" I yelled sticking up my hand. 

My life wasn't a fanfiction, I doubt I was some kind of paranormal creature. 

So many bizzare things had happened lately but that was one step too far. 

He eyed me warily. "Let's not rule it out alright?" 

"Fine," I grumbled. "Can we just get back to sorting books, I don't want to talk about this any longer."

I watched his aura dampen and I could feel Yoongi wanting to say something. 

"Not now."

"Fine," Yoongi sighed, dragging the e.

"This was a good opportunity to get his stamp, but oh well."
 
I perked up at that, picking a dusty book up off the ground.

"If you did happen to share, I wouldn't necessarily be opposed," I replied. 

"Well Hope has a thing for knowledge so just tell him something interesting and bribe him."

"Ah yes bribery," I mused.

I strained my brain for anything else that may be of interest to him but came up short. 

I kind of already gave away my trump card for free. 

"Hoseok can we make a deal?" I asked, thinking over my next course of action.

He turned to face me, raising a brow. "A deal?"

"I'll look further into this whole not human thing with you and in return can I have your stamp?" 

"You really think, I'm as easy to bribe as the others?" He questioned, shooting me a pointed look. 

I flashed him an awkward smile. "No?"

"Why do you want stamps so bad anyways? It's like you're trying to complete the pokedex or something," he said with a sigh. 

I skimmed my brain for a believable answer. "It's kind of like insurance? I just feel better knowing I have some way to help myself if my life is in danger." 

"That's fair," he replied, placing a book onto a shelf in the corner. 

We worked in silence for a few minutes until he spoke up.

"How about this, if you can beat me at a game of cards, I'll give you my stamp."

My eyes lit up at that. "Deal!"

He groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "I didn't even tell you what kind of game yet."

"Oh yeah."

"Sometimes I wonder if you have a few missing brain cells."

"That's debatable," I replied, putting another worn encyclopedia in its place.

"You just put that book in upside down."

I flushed in embarrassment, quickly fixing my mistake.

"Well me and my two brain cells are about to beat you at…"

"Go fish," he finished.

I let out a less than pleasant laugh. I was the go fish master in grade school, Hoseok's decades of experience had nothing on my honed skills.

"I thought I would pick a game your two brain cells could handle," he jested.

"My two brain cells give their thanks," I replied. 

I guess this was a start. I probaly had a solid 50/50 chance of winning unless he cheated. 

I peered over my shoulder, narrowing my eyes at the unsuspecting man. Would he cheat? 

It's not like I knew what he had an affinity for. Maybe he could read minds, or even worse see through paper.

"He can't see through paper you dumbass."

"Did I think that out loud?"

"Yup," Yoongi replied. 

"Well maybe he can," I retorted.

I could practically hear him sigh. "No, Hoseok is a flames and fire kind of guy. Stereotypical if you ask me," he drawled.

Ah yes, angry Hoseok. 

"So when are we going to play," I asked, wiping some dust off my hands. 

"How about tonight at 3am?" He suggested.

"Why did you literally choose the ghost hour? 3am is when you get murdered."

He shrugged. "Well if anyone's doing the murdering it would be me, so I think you'll be fine."

"That makes me feel so much better," I replied dryly. 

I was about to add another book to the growing row, when I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the corner of it. I carefully pulled it out, wary of it's brittle state.

It looked quite old and I scanned the flimsy paper for anything of interest.

The familiar words operation Unity was messing scrawled on it but this time there was something else.

For 3 to become 1.

What in the world could that possibly mean? 

I felt a tug at the back of my mind. I was sure I knew the answer to this.

"What are you looking at?" 

I quickly shoved the piece of paper into my pocket spinning around to face none other than Seokjin.

"I was helping Hoseok organize the books like you said," I muttered, hoping he hadn't seen what I was looking at. Something told me it wouldn't be too great if he found out.

"I can see that," he replied, gesturing to the 4 books I had managed to get on the shelf. 

"I finished giving the three idiots their punishment so I thought I'd see how things were coming along."

I watched Hoseok toss up the middle finger from behind Seokjin and I stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny? Do you want to hang off the roof as well? I got some of the lesser demons to throw rotten food at them if you'd be interested in joining."

"No thanks," I hurriedly replied, waving my hands around frantically.

That did not sound like a good time. It was funny to imagine Taehyung dangling off the side of a building but I had no intention of being part of it.

"I'm just joking," he finally said, lips splitting into a smile as he let out a high pitched laugh.

I was momentarily stunned by the unusual sound coming out of the intimidating man. 

It kind of sounded like a baby seal on crack but in a good way.

I felt my shoulders slump in relief, knowing I wouldn't meet my end today.

"Well I was joking about the stale food part," he added.

I let out an awkward laugh. What a comedian. 

"I overheard you guys will be playing a game of cards tonight," he muttered, eyeing the two of us suspiciously. 

"Yup," I replied, popping the 'p.'

A knowing smirk made its way onto his face. "It'll be interesting to see how it plays out."

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Sorry for the super late update, I lost my plot outline and my mind drew a  b l a n k