[Your POV]
I was back in the pantry hiding, actually trembling now.

A demon had seen me.

A freaking demon had seen me.

Jimin's oversized shirt I was wearing was disgustingly plastered on my back in some places from sweat. My forehead lightly rested on the closed door in front of me, eyes closed.

I was dead meat.

Period.

End of story.

I hadn't realized how much I'd taken for granted the hospitality shown by the Bangtan Boys despite all their flaws, especially my sarcastic, stupidly handsome, clumsy, mysterious, absolutely terrible-at-babysitting babysitter.

For the first time, the full reality that I was no longer on Earth, but rather a place where fantasy and magic was real began to sink in. Where anything could happen.

Where no matter how hard I fought back or how hard I could kick an assailant in the balls or hit them with a pillow, my life could be doused like a candle flame.

"Hey, did you hear a sound?"

My eyes snapped open.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think I heard a noise from the closest."

Oh no.

"It's probably nothing, man. You're just paranoid."

"No, I swear I heard something coming from the pantry door."

Oh crap.

"Really?" the sarcasm oozed from the voice now. "Must just be the chips doing the salsa."

"Oh you think you funny, huh?"

The voices were drawing closer.

"So show me."

"I'll show you-"

I couldn't stop the small yelp of surprise as the pantry door snapped open and I half expected the fiery-headed demon from earlier.

Instead I was face to face with an equally startled orange-haired Hoseok and a tall Namjoon behind him.

For a few moments neither of us said anything.

"Y/N?" Hoseok finally blurted out. "What in the Ninth Circle of Hell are you doing-?"

"Shut up," I sprang into action, desperately trying to clap a hand over Hoseok's excessively loud voice. "The Crimson Immortals are here."

At the name Namjoon instantly straightened just as loud footsteps resounded as someone came flying down the stairs.

"Satan's butt," Hoseok had just enough time to utter as he shoved me back into the pantry and slammed the door.

This whole thing with demons shoving me around was starting to get on my nerves despite my situation.

"What's going on down here?" The voice, Boong Boong, entered the room, the slightest suspicion flickering in his voice.

I winced as my shoulder throbbed from being half thrown against what I assumed was a shelf jutting out from the wall.

I always disliked hide and seek for this very reason of cramping myself into tiny spaces. I was especially hating pantries and closets more than ever.

"Hey Bong Bong," Hosoek's voice was high pitched.

"It's Boong Boong," Boong Boong groaned a little.

"Right, Boom Boom," Hoseok laughed dismissively.

I heard a resigned sigh.

"Namjoon," Boong Boong said, respect now entering his voice. "Who were you guys talking to a few moments ago?"

"Hm?" Hoseok hummed all too innocently.

I clenched my teeth. You're not slick at all Hoseok.

"No one," now Namjoon's calm, deep husky voice replied smoothly.

"Really?" Some shuffling noises. "Forgive me for doubting Namjoon, but I almost swore I mentioned you called someone a 'Y/N' did I mishear?"

"Oh you know, Boon Boon, Namjoon and I like to roleplay sometimes, you know?" Hoseok quickly interjected.

"It's Boong Boong," was the dejected response.

"Roleplay huh?" Now a new set of voices entered the area right outside the pantry door.

"Oh, you're here too Jjang JJang," Hoseok sounded mildly surprised.

"Yeah, you can pronounce his name right but not mine," a bitter mutter could just be heard.

"I didn't think either of you to be into roleplaying or any of that sort," Jjang Jjang continued. "Much less use the name of that duck species from the Omicron Galaxy."

Really?

I had genuinely thought my name was very nice and now these demon idiots could only think about some dumb duck species living in some unheard galaxy with a name similar to mine.

Charming.

"Yeah well, Jin hyung was beginning to plan for the next family meal and we were joking about having Omicron duck pie and I suggested roleplaying where I was Jin hyung and Namjoon was the duck running for his life."

...

"I think you've said enough Hoseok," Jimin mumbled.

"...anyways," Jjang JJang stuttered. "I've basically searched all of the downstairs, how about you Boong Boong?"

"Yeah, I've searched all the upstairs," Boong Boong stated. "As expected, nothing out of the ordinary. The elders of Crimson Immortals were just fretting for no reason."

"Okay, well, we'll take our leave before morning comes," Jjang Jjang sighed. "We'll let you go back to your duck hunt roleplay. Though if I may suggest, Namjoon you should sound more desperate if you are the duck."

"That suggestion was not necessary," it was Namjoon's turn to mumble.

"Well, have a great rest of the night fellas," Jjang JJang called.

"Yeah of course," Hoseok chirped happily. "See you later Jjang JJang, Baboon!"

"It's Boong Boong!" was the final yell of exasperation before the front door could be heard opening and then closing shut.

A pause.

"Seriously?" Namjoon snapped. "Roleplaying of a duck hunt in the Omicron Galaxy?"

"Hey I was nervous alright?" Hoseok weakly protested.

The pantry door was flung open once more and Jimin stood in the doorway.

A small breath of relief escaped him. "That was close," he muttered as I stepped out of the closet. For a split second his hand reached up towards my face before quickly falling limp back at his side.

Almost...almost as if he was going to brush my cheek or something. But of course, that notion was ridiculous, I mean, no way would Jimin ever do that. He was more likely to pummel me with pillows before ever doing something like that.

"What were the Crimson Immortal ambassadors doing here Jimin?" Namjoon demanded. "And why are the pillows on the ground in the living room? Jin hyung won't be happy."

"It's kind of a long story," Jimin leaned against the counter. "Let's just say Elders got suspicious of me and Taehyung and Jungkook running around. But there's no solid proof of Y/N so we're still undercover. As for the pillows, Jin hyung can kiss my foot for all I care."

I swallowed. Should I tell them about the demon seeing me?

Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. I pursed my lips as Namjoon ran a hand through his pale hair. He looked stressed enough as it was. Best not stress him more, right?

"Jimin, we need to be careful. This isn't a joke," Namjoon admonished the blue-haired demon.

"I know that, Namjoon hyung," Jimin whined a little. "But you know-"

"Jimin please don't talk back to me," Namjoon deadpanned.

Jimin quickly looked down. "Yes hyung."

"If Crimson Immortals are on our tail what do we do now?" Hoseok asked nervously.

Namjoon's eyes fluttered close for a few moments and I watched as a small pulse ticked in his lower jaw.

"I honestly think it's better if we talk about this when everyone gets home later tonight right before we go to bed," Namjoon finally said.

"Is it that bad we need an actual group discussion?" Jimin lowered his voice.

Namjoon shook his head a little. "Not the way you think, Jimin. The thing is, I feel like this isn't the first time Crimson Immortals have seemed to quickly jump to action at the barest hint of danger."

"What are you implying?" Hoseok leaned forward a little.

Namjoon looked up, jawline sharp as a knife. "Ever since the Crimson Immortals split off and the Rogues branched from them, they're getting too nervous. I think the time for Crimson Immortal's superiority is coming to an end. I think it's time for a new group to rise to power."

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