14~Jjang Jjang and Boong Boong

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It took all my might not to shift in the pantry as it was barely big enough for me.

Through the pantry door I could hear a muffled conversation. The voices were deep compared to Jimin's more higher, musical voice.

All I knew for certain were these newcomers were not Bangtan, and thus, I couldn't trust them.

I stiffened as I heard the voices draw closer and now words could be made out.

"... nothing too serious," one of the deep, unknowing voices said. "Just wanting to ensure you folks aren't involved in anything that could threaten Itzborough society."

I barely dared to breathe. Demons had acute hearing, so what about their other senses? What if they could smell me?

"Do you smell that?" a different, more raspy sounding voice asked.

Oh good grief why did I have to think the question to myself?

"Smell what?" Now Jimin asked smoothly though was it just my imagination or was his voice a quarter an octave higher than usual?

"That... oh, were you cooking Jimin? That's what I must have smelled."

I let out the softest breath of air in relief. I'd almost forgotten all about making eggs earlier before the 'reproduction' shenanigan.

"Er, yeah of course. It's a little after midnight anyways and I was preparing some lunch you know?" I sensed the slightest trace of relief in his voice as well.

"I thought Jin said you couldn't cook."

"When did hyung tell you that?" Now offense entered Jimin's voice as if he hadn't just made a potato-egg-mayo catastrophe just an hour ago.

"We met in the bar a few week ago. Remember that, Boong Boong? You were with me."

"You're right JJang Jjang!" the second voice, I guess his name was Boong Boong, recalled almost cheerfully. "He told us how you set the oven itself on fire when you were trying to make waffles and syrup."

Waffles and syrup? What the heck were those doing in the oven??

"Yeah well..." Jimin began to squeak in protest.

"Anyways," the first demon, Jjang Jjang, cleared his throat, quickly getting back to the professional side. "Boong Boong, you begin searching the upstairs. Jimin, you come with me as we begin investigating the living room."

A little shudder ran down my spine.

"Of course," Jimin's voice had returned to a more collected, calmer tone. "I assure you that Bangtan are certainly not up to any suspicious activity."

"I honestly don't believe you folks are," Jjang Jjang sighed. "But you know the Elders. They're all skeptic old demons from the very beginning of the Mad King's War and with all the events taking place..."

"I know full well the horrors that took place during the Mad King's War," Jimin cut in softly, deadly.

Anyone anywhere could probably sense the awkward atmosphere.

"Of course, sorry for, uh, my inconsideration," now Boong Boong cleared his throat. "Anyways, the Elders dislikes kids like Taehyung and Jungkook who are always up to some sort of mischief or another. Try not to take it personal."

"No worries," Jimin's voice remained quiet.

"We just have to show we've done a thorough investigation and then we'll be on our way," Jjang Jjang's voice was beginning to fade as he drifted away from the kitchen.

A small shiver ran down my spine. If these men were really with the superiors of the Crimson Immortals who knew what might happen if they found me?

Soon their voices became muffled and then winked out of earshot entirely and all I could hear was my blood pulsing in my ears.

I needed to get out of the dang pantry and find a new, better hiding place. Somehow, someway.

Part of me remained bewildered: why did Jimin always react in such a tense way at the very mention of the war? What was his involvement exactly with the war?

Perhaps he'd fought in it as a soldier and had PTSD? Or maybe he was a prisoner of war or hostage?

After a few more minutes of drawn out silence in the room beyond I took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob. Pushing the door open, praising all things good that it didn't screech on its hinges, I peeked out, eyes darting to and fro briefly for any warnings.

No one was in the kitchen or the parlor beyond, but I could hear shuffling upstairs as well as in the living room.

Think Y/N think, I thought frantically to myself.

Where could I hide that was a better place than the pantry?

As if on cue my eyes landed on a just-visible closet in the parlor across the hall. Maybe I could manage to dart over there and hide?

I began to tip toe carefully towards the parlor, my legs all but trembling in tension to sprint back into pantry at any hint of danger.

A soft thump from a few rooms down the hall froze my path to the closet and I waited for a few pounding silent seconds.

I sunk my teeth into my lower lip as I prepared to resume my journey once no one came charging out of one of the rooms with a net to capture me with.

That's when the corner of my eyes spied something outside of the window a few feet away from me and my mouth instantly went dry as I turned to look fully outside.

A demon with fiery red hair and unnerving blood eyes stood outside of the window, staring directly at me.

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I watched as Y/N darted out of view like a hunted rabbit.

A familiar dark, bitter feeling welling up in me.

She didn't recognize me.

Of course she didn't recognize me. She didn't remember anything that happened between us.

Because I ensured she wouldn't remember.

So why did part of me feel almost betrayed?

It wasn't my fault her weak human mind was so easily trapped in simple spell.

I ran a hand through my hair as I turned and began to trudge away.

I still remembered that day all too clearly.

The wind in my hair. Smiling a little, a real smile. Letting my guard down for once.

Once.

One time.

Just one time and that was all it took to let disaster strike.

The screams.

The blood.

The cries.

Later, the clean smell in the all too clean pale blue halls; standing outside a door of the grieving family inside.

Little did they know, there was someone grieving outside the room as well.

Because that someone knew when the victim awoke, she would never remember anything that had transpired between them.

I'd performed the spell all too well.

I'd seen the recognition fade from her eyes right before they closed.

Why did you of all people come back to me? The thought that had been running through my head the past week seared through my brain for the millionth time.

A new, darker thought abruptly came to mind next.

I should've left you to die when I had the chance.

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