Jin was in the kitchen when I came downstairs, flying from counter to stove to counter again in a flurry of food and knives.

Namjoon remained at the entrance of the kitchen, obviously unsure of what to do.

It was obvious with one glance: Jin was in his territory when it came to the kitchen.

My eyes landed on several books piled on the living room table next to Jimin's textbook on humans and reproduction, which was thankfully closed.

"Namjoon help me cut the onions for me instead of standing there like a telephone pole!" Jin snapped angrily.

I grinned a little as the white-haired demon visibly swallowed a little and quietly obeyed the silver-haired. The moment the white-haired picked up the knife Jin pounced on him.

"Namjoon what the hellhounds are you doing? You're holding the knife upside down!"

"Oh..."

"Is the food ready yet?" Taehyung hollered as he came bounding into the living room to the kitchen followed closely by Jungkook.

"You two ate all the chips last night why are you so hungry?" Jin snatched the knife away from Namjoon before the white-hair accidentally chopped off his own hand.

The sofa behind me suddenly shifted as a weight sprang on it.

I glanced over my shoulder and my eyes widened as Jimin stretched across the couch like a cat, shirt edging up slightly for a tantalizing glimpse of a V-line briefly.

"Already forgiven me for yanking out your hair?" I asked drily, pretending as if I hadn't just eyed him like candy.

"Nope. But everyone else was coming downstairs," Jimin closed his eyes as he rolled over.

Hoseok indeed appeared to complete the small migration from the upstairs to the downstairs.

"Hoseok, you know where Yoongi is?" Jin pointed a piece of onion at Hoseok.

Like a snake Taehyung's arm snapped forward and snatched the raw onion out of Jin's hand and popped it into his mouth.

Jin looked like he was used to the phenomenon and merely picked up another piece of onion and handed it to Taehyung. "Eat it and get out of the kitchen until I get the actual food ready," he shooed.

Taehyung offered a piece of Jungkook as he drifted away from the counter obediently.

Jungkook quietly handed the onion back to Jin before Taehyung saw.

"Yoongi was finishing work a little later than usual," Hoseok waved his hand dismissively.

"What are all of your guys' work?" I asked curiously as I began to flip through a book.

Jimin reached over my shoulder to grab another book on the couch and open it up. "Taehyung and I are about to graduate school," he informed me. "Taehyung already has been offered a job in the music industry so he'll probably do that."

I glanced at Taehyung who shot me a sweet toothy grin.

I wasn't too surprised for him to go into a music industry. On Earth he'd probably be swamped by all sorts of companies and labels because of his beautiful looks and sweet personality.

In fact, I could easily imagine all seven young demons around me in one big boyband because of their god-like features, not to mention their well-built (sexy) bodies. They would probably be a big hit if they formed a boyband honestly.

"What about you?" I poked Jimin from over my shoulder.

"I think I'm going into the police force," Jimin hummed a little.

"Really? Itzborough has a police?"

"Not like humans, but yeah. To put it simply we have patrols to keep the peace and harmony."

"Jungkook is graduating next year and wants to go into the photography and arts industry. Hoseok is a Healer, often known as the 'Hope of Bangtan' because whenever someone falls sick or gets injured Hoseok can work miracles," Jimin nodded at the orange-hair. "Namjoon is a professor and Jin owns a restaurant in downtown." 

"And Yoongi?"

"He helps renovate buildings."

"How about you Y/N," Hoseok leaned forward. "What profession are you in?"

"I was hoping to become an artist," I smiled. "I love painting and drawing landscapes and I've already started my own little business. I had hoped to open my own studio someday."

"Had?" Namjoon tilted his head to the side.

I shrugged. "I mean, I'm stuck in Itzborough right now. My dream to open an art studio seems pretty far away."

A burning sensation formed in the back of my eyes as I remembered my house and my own bed. I wondered what was going on Earth right now. Was time still passing and was my family looking for me?

"Oh no, don't cry!" Hoseok leapt to his feet.

"Wait, Humans can cry?" Jungkook's head popped up like a meerkat.

"You're not really crying are you?" Jimin propped himself up on the couch with on elbow to look at me with wide eyes, some blue strands brushing his lashes.

A loose laugh escaped my mouth. "I'm sorry," I quickly wiped away a few tears just as they escaped my eyes. "I guess I'm just homesick."

Even Jin paused his angry chopping and looked up with sympathy towards me. "We're sorry Y/N. We didn't really consider your feelings as much as we should have."

I shook my head. "No, no. It's fine really. I'm an adult. I'll be fine."

"Even adults cry," Jimin now was siting up all the way. "Why, Hoseok started crying when he lost his pet goldfish."

"Yeah cause someone somehow 'accidentally' dropped Mickey down the toilet just as he flushed it," Hoseok yelled quickly, some genuine anger threading through his voice. "There's a reason why the toilet broke."

Namjoon slowly sank out of view from behind the kitchen counter under Hoseok's cold stare.

"Any case," Jimin slid down to the ground next to me. His hand darted up and brushed a few strands of hair from my cheek to tuck behind my ear. "Don't apologize for being homesick."

I stared at the blue-haired demon as he leaned back against the couch and rested his arms on his curled knees. A spot on my cheek buzzed from where his wintry cool hands had brushed and his face looked more open and soft than I'd ever seen before.

Did he just...?

The other young men all nodded and began to go back to their own businesses. Jimin remained next to me and my eyes darted everywhere but his face. Instead focused on the tattoo on his forearm I'd seen from earlier. The same one Namjoon had.

The tattoo was a silvery color and almost seemed to shine under the light. It looked almost like a spider, a mysterious sigma in the middle with legs spreading out and overlapping each other.

My eyes travelled further down his arm and landed on a brand new set of strange marks on both his wrists.

Unlike the silvery mark, these marks appeared to be engraved in his wrists' skin themselves. They were slightly red, but it almost looked like scars from something digging into his wrists for long periods of time.

"Jimin, what happened to your wrists?" I blurted out without thinking.

The other young men all looked up in unison and gazed at Jimin and I.

I bit my lip as Jimin stiffened a tiny bit beside me. I knew that reaction all too well by now.

"So nosy," he uttered under his breath, any sign of the more open and caring expression wiped off his face. He stood up; the air beside me suddenly felt cold without his body heat.

The other young men and I watched as my blue-hair babysitter left the room entirely.

The awkward silence filling the air in the aftermath was broken when someone opened the door and a purple-haired Yoongi entered the house. He paused in the doorway, immediately sensing the strange silence in the house.

"Alright," he exhaled, finally shutting the door behind him. "Who died?"

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