Seven Deadly Sins

Chapter 3: Fratres

You tried to burn holes in the back of Yoongi's ridiculously nice looking suit jacket as you walked the long, ornamentally decorated halls. The whole time, since you left the room, he kept throw snide comments over his shoulder like how you were a peasant and how you didn't belong here and a bunch of other posh, upper class jabs at your profile.

"Oh lay off, Yoongi. She's a guest." Hoseok said, stirring you out of your murderous thoughts on how you were going to suffocate the being of envy with a pillow.

"I will not until she is out of this house and back where she belongs." Yoongi hissed back, glancing back at you with a cold glare.

You stuck your tongue out in response.

"Aah, you two sound like an old married couple." Jimin chuckled sweetly behind you, stretching his arms above his head.

"Shut up." Yoongi and Hoseok deadpanned Jimin in frightening unison. Jimin held up his hands in front of him defensively,

"I'm joking! I'm joking." he said quickly. Hoseok and Yoongi glared even more but then turned around and continued forward. Jimin walked up beside you and sighed dramatically, brushing back his silver dusted hair,

"Aayee. They can such dicks sometimes." he said, looking at you out of the sides of his eyes. You cocked you head,

"I can see Yoongi being evil but Hoseok is so..." you shrugged, "pure. I mean, look at him." you pointed at the energetic ball of orange hair that went running ahead a little, laughing lightly at some unknown joke or thought. He ran back and grabbed Yoongi's hand, attempting to try and waltz with him. Yoongi hissed and yanked his hands out of Hoseok, who in return spun away like a ballerina, arms outstretched as if he was trying to fly.

It was mesmerizing.

"Oh please." Jimin's scoff broke you out of your trance, "Everyone knows Yoongi is in love with Hoseok and Hoseok is in love with Yoongi but they just won't admit it." he shrugged.

"Just like everyone knows your in love with Jungkook?" Yoongi cooly shot back, having listened in on your conversation. Jimin's face blushed a bright red and you could help but snicker.

"Excuse me, but I love him as a brother and a friend!" Jimin said indignantly. You began to laugh out loud; he looked so cute and funny when he was angry, seeing of how he turned into a mass of good looks and a hot temper. Jimin flashed you a hurt expression,
"Really now, Y/n, I thought you would back me up here." he whined, throwing an arm casually around your waist. Instantly, you pushed him back,

"Um, first of all, I haven't even met this Jungkook. Second of all, I'm not your little side chick, so keep your hands off." you said sternly, wanting to get the point across. Jimin retaliated with the cutest, saddest puppy face you had ever seen,

"Y/n... I just want to love you..." he whimpered, throwing himself now fully onto you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling your neck.

"Do stop." Yoongi jumped in, flicking his wrist in Jimin's direction. As if someone had grabbed the back if his shirt, Jimin flew off of you and into the wall with a reasonable sounding thud. He yelped and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly,

"Yoongi!" he cried, his eyes watering up. Yoongi didn't even look as he opened up a couple of large doors ahead of you. He glanced at you, ignoring Jimin's little puppy cries,

"After you, oh sacred guest of honor." he said blandly, as if he was bored. You nodded your head once at his politeness and then walked through the doors. The new room was incredibly large and rectangular, with a high vaulted ceiling with a couple glass chandeliers. On the left side of the room were several tall windows, each with it's dark Royal purple curtains drawn back so a very large amount of sunlight filled the room, making the atmosphere shimmer and dance with golden specks of light. In the middle of the room was a large dining table with seven chairs around it. You noticed how there was three chairs on each side and then one at the far end of the table, probably for the highest Sin in the household. What caught your attention the most was the two young men sitting at the table, locked on what appeared to be a very serious game of chess.