Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 2: Tutum

"Y/n... Such a pretty name..." a voiced cooed seductively, calling you out of your sleep. Yours eyes flashed open and you sat upright, only to be pushed back down by a gentle hand,

"Easy there, girly. Yoongi's not quite finished yet." the owner of the hand said kindly. The hand belonged to an incredibly handsome young man with a shock of orange hair. It was cut in a way that reminded you of a coconut and had a slight part in the middle where a bit of his forehead peeked out. He had thin yet full lips surrounded by slightly pudgy cheeks. His eyes were narrow and dark, yet they held a kind, playful light that made you relax a little.

"Wh... Where am I...?" you asked him, still waking you from your nap.

"You're in one of the finest mansions in all of Seoul. Welcome, sweetheart." another voice answered your question. Judging by the tone, it was the same voice that said your name was pretty. You glanced over at the owner of the voice, who was leaning against the wall casually. He was shorter than orange boy but nonetheless incredibly handsome (it was almost a sin at how handsome he was). He had silver hair that was neatly combed and a small little tuft of it hung just above his right eye. His lips were full and a soft shade of pink, making him look ready to just about kiss anything or anyone. The thing about him that stuck out to you was the unnatural baby blue color of his irises. A playful smirk made its way onto his lips when he noticed you staring and he blew you a kiss. Quickly, you looked down at the bed you were on, trying not to be awkward.

Then you noticed you only had your bra on.

In a room with three hot guys.

"Perverts!!!" you screamed, flinging the covers up to cover your semi naked body. Your shoulder twinged sharply in pain and you gasped slightly, reaching for the wound tenderly.

"Satan's teeth! Can you sit still?" the third young man hissed. He grabbed you non too gently on your unwounded shoulder and shoved you back down on the bed. The third member was sitting on a chair next to the bed and had jet black hair similarly cut like orange boy. He had dark, narrow eyes that held no light or hope whatsoever.

He looked like he wished for death.

You willingly laid still but watched the three of them warily. The man with the black hair glared at you then closed his eyes, reaching out and gently playing his hands on your wounded shoulder. You flinched at his touch, but there no pain, slightly confusing you. You watched as his hands glowed with a soft blue aura, making them almost transparent, as he gently rubbed over the bullet wound. In a couple moments, there was no evidence that you had ever been shot. The black haired man opened his eyes and leaned back, clapping off the blue aura like dust.

"Now, you can move." he said, folding his hands behind his head. You looked at your shoulder, then at him,

"Thank you, mister..." you glanced at him, asking for his name. He snorted and rolled his eyes,

"Call me Yoongi, princess." he said and stood up from the chair he was sitting on. You huffed at his bluntness; clearly he wasn't one for conversation as he walked over to the window and drew back the curtains to look out. The man with the orange hair suddenly grabbed your hand, shaking it enthusiastically,

"We're doing introductions now, right? Well my name is Hoseok! It's a pleasure to meet you! That's Jimin over there." he said in a flurry of words and hand shaking. The silver haired boy, Jimin, sighed and ran his fingers through his hair,

"Ugh, you introduced me. I wanted to do that." he huffed dramatically closing his eyes and leaning against the wall even more. Hoseok waved him off,

"Oh shush. You would of made it SUPER dramatic and poor Y/n would lose her virginity in a matter of hours." he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"More like seconds..." Yoongi added dryly from the window. You looked around the three boys and held up yours hands, your mind reeling,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. First of all, how do you know my name? Second, where am I? And lastly, where the heck is the rest of my clothes?" you asked in a demanding tone, especially with the question about your clothes. Yoongi sighed and strolled over to a large wardrobe at the left corner of the room. He opened it up and and threw your dirty, bloodstained flannel at you,

"There's your answer to question three." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as if he was suddenly tired. You wrinkled your nose at him and held up your flannel to put it on. In a flash, Jimin grabbed your shirt and inspected it with a look of pure disgust,

"Oh my goodness, this will NOT do. Not in this house." he said, with a touch of sass. With a swirl of silver and black, he turned out into the hallway behind the door and vanished. You watched him go then turned back to Hoseok,

"You still didn't answer my other two questions." you said. Hoseok cocked his head and smiled that warm, precious smile from earlier,

"Welllll... We know your name because you kept mumbling in your sleep about how mana flower wasn't your real name but Y/n was. So it was just a hunch." he leaned forward and cupped his cheeks in his hands, still smiling, "Your name is Y/n, right?"

You nodded and couldn't help but smile back; his positivity was contagious.

"Ok good. So, as to where you are, you are in the Bangtan household. Home of the Seven Deadly Sins." he said in a tone that made the comment seem totally normal.

There was an awkward silence that settled across the room as Hoseok continued to stare at you with that innocent expression on his face. Yoongi coughed once, watching from the other end of the room to see how you would react. You blinked, processing what Hoseok had just said,

"Seven. Deadly. Freaking. Sins? You got to be kidding me." you said, forcing a chuckle, glancing back and forth from Hoseok and Yoongi,
"They don't exist." Your gaze settled on Hoseok with a judging eye. Hoseok continued smiling,

"Oh they exist. I should know." his smile grew wider and he giggled, "cause my other name is Sloth."

You couldn't help but snort out a little laugh at that line.

Hoseok paid no attention and pointed to Yoongi, "His other name is Envy." he seemed to be laughing with you now, as if he found his other name a joke.

"Leave me out of this. The less she knows, the better." Yoongi's voice came bitterly from behind the curtain. Just then, Jimin came back into the room, his arms full of satin and multicolored fabric. He dropped them all on the bed,

"There! A full closet for a lovely lady like yourself." he said sweetly, flashing you a wink. Your eyes widened, taking in the colorful display of every kind of textile before you. You never had this much in your entire life time; heck, you had to steal the flannel and skinny jeans you had on the night before.

"Thank you..." you said softly, taken back by the kind gesture. Jimin bowed charmingly,

"My pleasure, sweet one." he said, leaning forward and kissing your hand. Hoseok laughed at your slightly repulsed response,

"I should of told you. Jimin's other name is Lust. You best be careful around him." he chuckled.

"Keep it in your pants, slut." Yoongi growled, getting up from the window and walking out. He paused in the doorway, "You might as well introduce her to the rest of the Sins, since your just so quick to give her our life story." he spat. You glanced at Yoongi, thoughts of the other sins going though your head. If they were all as hot as the three in your room, Lord have mercy on your soul.

You may have been better off in the foster home. You swallowed nervously,

"Other sins...?" you asked innocently. Yoongi shifted his dead gaze into you, pinning you to the bed,

"They're called the Seven Deadly Sins for a reason. Not the Three Deadly Sins, princess."