FEAR • bts ot7

one. SYRIN

Tap, tap, tap.

Red bottomed heels tapped the floor.

Crack, crack, crack.

Bones cracked under her grasp.

Drip, drip, drip.

Blood dripped down her nails.

A sinister smile pulled on her full red lips, her dark eyes staring straight into a pair of blue. The fear she read made her feel powerful.

With one twist of the neck, the thump of weight hit the blood-stained carpets. She looked down at the forest green, body-con dress that hugged her body.

"Aw. You made me get your blood on my dress, how disgusting." She sneered at the dead supernatural.

She stepped over the dozens of dead bodies, humans and supernaturals alike.

Using a white handkerchief, she wiped the blood off of her hands, cleaning off her pointed black nails that were sharper than any blade.

With one look behind her, she could see the sharpened claws of griffins, the ears of some werewolves, the original look of faes and her favourite, the fangs of vampires. The Primus of a coven of vampires, one of 3.

She scoffed at how easy the mission was, walking away and leaving whatever poor soul to find the mess she created.

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She entered the place she reluctantly called home, guarded by a Cerberus copy who was a complete puppy to Syrin.

A few small pets for the three-headed dog before walking past the second set of gates, them scanning her face and eyes for confirmation.

"Little sister! About time you got home."

"Hajoon, what do you want?" She glared, hating the man she called her brother.

"Now, now. Is that any way to talk to your new leader?" Her head moved on its own, facing the smug little bastard.

"What?"

"Mom promoted me to be the leader of the house, you know what that means, doesn't it?" She walked up to the taller man, her face inches away from his.

"I know what it means but it doesn't mean it's true," She seethed. "Your weak ass couldn't do half of what I did." He didn't seem scared, instead, a smirk pulled on his face.

"But I still got the title, didn't I?"

"You got it, but it doesn't mean you deserve it." She scoffed, turning on her heel and walking through the hallway to find her father.

She arrived at the large wooden doors at the end of the hall, pulling on them with little to no strength, finding that her parents were in the room, her mother being yelled at by her father.

"Haeun, why didn't you knock?" Her father asked, his voice calming down from how it sounded just moments ago.

"Why did you promote Hajoon to be the leader of the house? He doesn't deserve it." She said, crossing her arms right under the weight of her bust.

"I didn't do anything, your mother did. And now, she will be taking the rank away from him." He glared at his wife, walking past her and back to his desk. His muscular frame looked twice as big as her mother's small but strong figure.

"Hajoon is our oldest! He deserves it."

"And yet he has yet to awaken his full potential. The Argyris power that's been passed down from generation to generation. One that only our daughter has. Our only daughter, out of 4 boys. She and our youngest only have it, and he's merely a child."

"I don't understand why you dislike Hajoon so much! So what if only two of our children have the gene, what about Hajun and Hawon?"

"They have other qualities than my gene, Hajun is a tracker, the best one we have in fact. Hawon, he's a hacker, one that rivals my uncle. Our greatest tracker and what does out oldest bring? Other than useless skills in a videogame he spends all his assassin money on."

"It's his money, why does that matter-"

"That's beside the point!" Her father yelled. "Go and reverse what you've done, leave me and my daughter to talk." He glared.

Her mother looked angry, huffing at Haeun as she left.

"Haeun... what did you need?" Her father asked with a small smile, his demeanour changing from what it was.

"Other than what you just did, I finished this." She said, dropping a file on the wooden table.

"This assignment was supposed to take a week,"

"And I shortened it to 7 hours." She smiled, "Come on, say it. I'm awesome." She nudged, resting her chin on the fist she formed with her hand, propping her elbow up on the desk.

She saw her father roll his eyes with a soft smile.

"Yes, Haeun. You are amazing, but using your ability for seven hours on end must have taken a toll on your body. Especially with little to no training, you have the rest of the week off."

"But Dad, I'm fine! Look!" She said as she zoomed across the room as fast as the speed of light before sitting back down on the chair.

"This is non-negotiable. You are to take the rest of the 6 days off, you may do anything other than assassination work." Haeun scrunched up her nose, giving her father a playful glare.

She left the room but not before she could hear an amused chuckle from her father. She walked through the halls, going past dozens of doors before opening the one that leads into her own room.

She opened it, hearing clinking noises. She turned her head to see her little brother's grabby hands on her glass perfume bottles.

She chuckled, walking over quietly and sweeping her little brother off his feet, earning giggles from the toddler.

"Sissy!" He squealed as Haeun tickled his sides, the little boy zooming across the room with Haeun right behind him, the two moved across the room quickly, never staying in one spot for more than a millisecond.

Haeun caught her little brother, carrying him to the bed where he sat on her lap, playing with her sleek black hair.

"Hayoon, have you been practicing? You got faster."

The little boy nodded his head furiously, his left eye flashing as he smiled before turning it back to his normal dark brown eyes.

"Daddy has been training me! I can do this now!" He held up his hand, glaring at it as he focused. A few minutes passed and he successfully morphed his nails into razor-sharp ones. He pricked his finger with his nails with the lightest touch.

"Wow! You're such a fast learner!" She smiled.

"How was your mission, sissy?" He asked, dark eyes glistening at her with pure interest.

"It was fine, really easy. And when you get old enough, you'll be able to go on missions with me."

"I can't wait! I'll train so hard!" He yelled out, the 5-year-old throwing fists up into the air making Haeun laugh.

She laid back in bed, watching as her little brother ranted about his day. Her job was much different than her home life.