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"This isn't Jimin's apartment... I should know, I've been there before."

Hoseok smirked, simply nodding and locking the front door behind him. The fact that the front door locked from the inside with a key had a freezing bolt of fear shoot down his spine, goosebumps arising on his skin.

"I know." Hoseok chuckled softly, tucking the key in his back pocket and walking up to Jungkook. Jungkook took a few steps, gulping and bringing his arms up to cover himself in an act of defence. "But Jimin just likes you so much. I wanted to see what all of the fuss was about."

He reached forwards and grabbed Jungkook's wrist, the other flinching in response and attempting to shake himself free. "And now that I've met you, I know. You're so gullible and easily influenced. Jimin's already had his fun, now it's our turn. I want to ruin you."

Jungkook's eyes widened, quivering underneath Hoseok's gaze and biting back tears fuelled by fear.

"What do you mean?" He asked, squeezing his eyes shut in terror once Hoseok's other hand grabbed his jaw and forced him to look in his direction.

"I want you to be just a shell of who you are." Hoseok grinned. "I want to know if you can still even be considered human once we're done with you."

"What do you mean 'we'?" Jungkook stuttered, opening his eyes and shuddering once he was met with Hoseok's direct eye contact. He could barely think properly with the fear distorting his thoughts, shaking within Hoseok's hold and close to tears.

"Let him go Hoseok." The voice that interrupted Jungkook's thoughts was all too familiar, deep and raspy. Dark, and intimidating.

Jungkook immediately scrambled to the other side of the room the moment that Hoseok let him go, trembling as he locked eyes with Yoongi. He brought the exact same aura of dread that Jungkook had experienced back in Jimin's apartment, eyes narrowed as he leaned against another male that Jungkook had never seen before.

His hair was a light dirty blonde, swept off of his forehead by a red bandana. He was dressed in an oversized sweater, jeans ripped and exposing more of his tan skin.

But God, his eyes.

They drooped with fatigue, but the sky blue irises were still visible and breathtaking.

"Still claiming the job as Jimin's fuck toy huh?" Yoongi snickered, pushing himself off of the wall and motioning for the other male to follow. He followed Yoongi at a slow pace, sighing and feet dragging against the carpeted floor. "So obsessed with him that you were willing to follow a stranger home in hope of getting in Jimin's bed again."

"I'm not obsessed with him." Jungkook defended, uncrossing his arms and taking a step forwards, although part of his mind was advising him against it. Much like all of the other times he spoke to Yoongi, he could already feel anger boiling in the pit of his stomach, taking over him so quickly if was hard to control. "If anything you're more obsessed with him than I am! You hide it behind insults but he's all that you want to talk about am I wrong? 'Jimin's a slut' 'Jimin's a whore'. Jimin this, Jimin that. Get a fucking life!"

"Me, get a life?" Yoongi scoffed, lips tugged down in a deep frown. "Look at yourself first. You risked being mugged just to find your little friend with benefits? Pathetic."

"If you want to talk about pathetic then why don't you look in the mirror for good reference?" Jungkook spat, almost surprised by how quickly the anger built up within him. There was just something about Yoongi that he couldn't stand. Yoongi brought out the worst in him. "Was it your idea to drag me out here? I bet it was, considering that I don't think you have any other hobbies besides throwing Jimin under the bus."

"You've known him for a week. That's not nearly enough time to be defending him in the way that you are now." Yoongi argued, raising an eyebrow when Jungkook walked over to him quickly. "You really are a joke." He spat, biting back a smirk as he saw Jungkook's eye twitch with anger.

Jungkook wasn't really sure what set him off, but Yoongi anticipated the punch before Jungkook even lifted his arm.

And it was funny, because Yoongi was so happy to be on the receiving end of the hit - it told him that he had finally made a crack within Jungkook's self control.

His head whipped back, hissing as Jungkook's knuckles cracked off of his jaw. It was a solid hit, causing pain to shoot throughout Yoongi's skull.

But that was fine, because he had already won.

"Taehyung." Yoongi seemed to give out a silent order as he rubbed his jaw, because the male beside him - Taehyung - moved immediately. He walked over to Jungkook at a leisurely pace, no sense of urgency in his movements as he took slow steps towards the seething boy.

Many may argue that Yoongi's manipulative abilities were the most dangerous, maybe even Jimin's; but none of them worked just as directly as Taehyung's did.

The moment his fingers grasped Jungkook's shoulder, he was plagued with fatigue; Taehyung's fingertips seeming to leech all of the energy out of his body.

He gasped softly, eyes suddenly so eager to close. All of the anger drained out of his body, now just replaced with the urge to sleep.

"I can see why Jimin likes you." Taehyung spoke softly, moving his hand up to cup Jungkook's face. "So easy to control." He chuckled softly, Jungkook leaning into his hold. He felt as if he had been drugged, limbs weak and body begging for him to lie down.

"The devil would love you." Yoongi smirked before raising his fist, using Jungkook's currently immobile state to his advantage. "You're basically just a vessel, begging to be turned into something hellish."

He brought his fist down against Jungkook's nose, the younger too tired to even attempt to defend himself. But he could still feel all of the pain.

He just had to take the hit Yoongi delivered to him, because in that moment he was powerless.

"Why don't you give him another one?" Hoseok edged on, leaning against the front door with a devilish smirk painted across his lips. "I know that you'd never say no to that, would you Wrath?"

Yoongi smirked, nodding as he brought his leg up to knee Jungkook in the stomach.

And Hoseok just watched, revelling in Jungkook's pain; loving watching a human's ego and status fall.

In his eyes, he never deserved what he had anyway.

And Jimin didn't deserve to have him.

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Jimin could still feel it all.

He curled himself into a ball on his bed, shivering and pulling his blanket over him. He could still basically feel his skin screaming in pain, tears pricking at his eyes as he pulled his knees up to his chest further.

His wet clothes were discarded onto the floor, Jimin afraid to touch them because he knew that the water they were drenched with would burn him again.

It wasn't fair.

In his eyes he didn't do anything wrong. It's not like Taehyung was even that effected by him, and if he was that bothered then he could've easily induce fatigue upon Jimin like he did to all of the humans he messed with.

But he didn't, and therefore it wasn't that much of a problem. He didn't deserve what he was put through, and yet he still found himself reliving his torture over and over again.

He couldn't close his eyes or else he would be launched into a nightmare, one in which he couldn't swim to the surface, and was doomed to eternal torture.

"Would you stop whimpering?" Yoongi groaned as he pushed open Jimin's bedroom door, wiping some of the blood that was on his knuckles onto his pants so that Jimin wouldn't get suspicious.

"But Yoongi-" Jimin spoke, only to be cut off by the other demon.

"Don't complain to me. You did this to yourself Jimin." He frowned. "Everyone's told you that messing with other sins will get you in trouble and yet you still do it. You deserved everything the devil did to you if that's what'll it take to get you to listen."

"I didn't do anything wrong!" Jimin cried, too tired to sit up and face his roommate.

"But you did! Using your abilities on the other sins isn't allowed!" He exclaimed. "You don't see me picking fist fights with you even though I damn well want to! So keep your hands to yourself!"

Jimin decided to keep quiet after that, eyes still glossy as he stared blankly at his wall.

"Has Jungkook stopped by?" He asked softly. "I had to ditch him because of my meeting."

Yoongi smirked behind Jimin's back, thinking back to how he left Jungkook back at Hoseok and Taehyung's room. Crumpled to the floor, knocked out completely and face bloodied.

It was quite refreshing for him, it had been a while since he last did something that violent.

"No he didn't." Yoongi lied, eyeing Jimin's still trembling form. "Maybe he found somebody else to spend his night with."

Jimin merely hummed.

"Maybe."

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