Hearing the explosions outside, you don’t know whether to cry in relief or fear. The blindfold that has been tied around your eyes for days now has been stained permanently with your tears. You can’t see the people that stole you from your shared home, but you can sense their fear; the nervous pacing around the musky basement making it unbelievably obvious.
“Who are your boyfriends?” One of the men asked you. His voice sounded terrified, not knowing how much mayhem would start if anyone were to mess with you until he actually did.
An underling burst through the door, his short, scared breaths echoing throughout the cold room.
“Boss, the whole town has been wiped from the map! It’s a wasteland out there! Everyone, everything is dead! They want her back, and will do anything to achieve that.”
You chuckle quietly, surprised at the fact that your boyfriends went through that much extra work to collect you.
Another explosion rang throughout the basement, this one sounding extremely close. You still flinch, even though you know you won’t be getting injured by their hands.
“It seems they are done playing around,” You murmur, attempting to swing your feet back in forth, a nervous habit you have when you’re rather impatient. But the ropes tied securely around your ankles, binding you to the chair make it impossible to carry out that habit.
“Playing around?” The supposed ‘boss’ faltered, a nervous pitch present in his tone.
“I don’t know if you want to hear this, but my boyfriends, your mafia rivals, are demons. They could’ve teleported and collected me at any point in time. Well, after finding my location, and they seem to know exactly where I am. They are doing this to scare you, and to keep me feeling protected.”
“Demons don’t exist pretty thing,” The boss taunts, playing with a strand of your hair. “It must be the fluids injected into your bloodstream.”
“Suit yourself.”
A hand is placed on your shoulder, the familiar heat of one of your boyfriends allowed you to sigh in relief; knowing now it would be over soon.
“I would recommend letting my girlfriend go, right now,” Taehyung’s dark chilling voice made you shudder.
The hand that was toying with your hair immediately retracted as he let out a squeak of fear.
“You- She was right.”
Taehyung hummed a sound of recognition and he lightly squeezed your shoulder, his thumb pressing light circles into your back.
“Indeed. Now, this is what’s going to happen, I’m going to take my beautiful girlfriend home to heal, and the rest of my group is going to, well, annihilate this whole place. Understand?”
Before he could respond, Taehyung placed his other hand on your other shoulder and teleported both of you guys home, far away from the mayhem that was about to begin.
You’re not sure how they can teleport you along with them, you only know that they have to have both of their hands on you for it to work. And it requires a great deal of focus on their part; at least you’ve heard.
As soon as you feel the soft plush of your living room carpet, you attempt to stretch your limbs but failed miserably. Your legs weren’t tied to the chair, the loose rope fell at the ends of your ankles, no longer holding you to the wooden seat. But your hands were bound to themselves, making you still held hostage.
Taehyung quickly noticed this and took a switchblade that he always keeps in his back pocket, and carefully slices clean through the rope; allowing you to complete your intense stretch.
“Are you okay?” you quickly ask. “We were quite a far distance from home, teleporting both of us must’ve been tiring.”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything for a moment, only gently removes your blindfold. You slowly blink your eyes open, first noticing the red luminance; his eyes glowing a brilliant red. Demons’ strength and power are represented in the brightness of their eyes. The brighter the red hue in their eyes is, the more power and stamina they hold. You’ve learned over time that Jungkook, your sweet boyfriend, who often goes to volunteer at the animal shelter with you, is the most powerful out of your seven boyfriends; overhearing Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s conversation once that he destroyed a whole race of demons alone. That thought at one point terrified you, thinking the horrendous things he could (or any of them) do to you if you caught them at the wrong time, but those thoughts were quickly shoved away, for they have proved their love and protection for you on countless occasions.
“Love, for you, I will go any distance. I’m not tired at all don’t worry.”
A pair of arms wrap around your neck and the mystery person gives you a light kiss on the top of your head.
“V is right, Y/N, we love you too much to let a little fatigue stop us,” Hoseok clarifies, kissing your head once more.
You giggle, cuddling into Hoseok, “My mafia demons.”
“How bad are you injured?” Yoongi questions, lifting your arm to examine your body.
You move your hair to the side, exposing a deep cut across your neck that drags along to your upper shoulder blade. The wound has attempted to scab over to start its slow process of healing, but in that process, it has trapped bacteria underneath; an infection almost promised.
Seven pairs of eyes glow a radiant red, lighting up the dark living room in a red veil.
“I got hit a few times along my back when I acted up, but none broke skin.”
“Anything else?” Jungkook snarled, trying desperately to keep it together.
“I mean, I got slapped for especially snappy comments, but I think the wound in my neck should be the main concern.” You glance up at them from the floor you’ve been staring so intensely at. Your boyfriends are just as furious as they seemed, their eyes a brilliant red. “Hey, it’s fine now right? Everyone’s gone anyways.”
Hoseok shook his head, blinking harshly as he forced the crimson to decrease. He took your hand, leading you away from the other six.
“I am going to fix up your shoulder, while the rest of them… calm themselves.”
Sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging your feet back and forth as Hoseok examines your shoulder, extremely careful to not hurt you.
“Love, I’m really sorry but I have to do the bite.”
“Hobi no!” You cry out, tears filling your eyes. Demons have a healing element in their saliva, that works to kill bacteria and heal things almost like they were never there. “Hobi, it’s already closing up. That means you have to reopen it to heal!”
Hoseok presses his forehead to yours, giving you a soft kiss.
“I’ll make it as painless as I can for my baby.”
You close your eyes, a few frightened tears sliding down your skin. Hoseok quickly kisses them away, before kissing you lightly on the nose.
“I will never hurt on purpose, understand?” Not opening your eyes, you nod. Hoseok links his hands in yours before leaning over to your shoulder. You tense up, ready for the pain of his bite. “I love you,” He mutters on your skin before giving the scab a quick, sharp bite, reopening the wound just enough that he can inject his saliva.
You let out a sharp heartbreaking scream that makes everyone in the house flinch; them all hating your sounds of pain.
“It’s done. We’re done,” Hoseok sighs, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you to his chest. “I’m sorry I had to do that.”
“I know why you did it. Thank you for saving me Hobi.”
“We will do anything for our baby.”