With a soft smile, the man behind the desk leans his body forward, resting his head in his hand as his dark eyes focus solely on me.

When his middle-parted tousled raven black hair falls onto his face, he doesn't pause to brush it away, letting it shield him from the sudden attention.

Sleek, stubborn, disciplined, and sharp, is how I'd describe the being sitting in front of us looking bored.

He's wearing a simple white button-down, but his face is what draws attention. He's got a stud in his nose and a barbell underneath the skin of his cheekbone that looks like two studs below his eye.

His voice is low and steady, almost quiet enough to miss, but it's the only sound I can focus on.

"Hello. How can I help you all?" he says just decibels above a whisper as his eyes slowly look at the others.

Fuck, what do I do?

I nervously scoot back a little to stand behind the others. Jimin side-eyes me and then shuffles a little so he's directly in front of me, his body blocking mine from view.

He tucks both hands behind his back leaving one held open. When I don't immediately reach for it, he shakes it indicating he wants me to hold onto it.

When he feels the tips of my fingers touch his open palm, he closes his hand and adjusts it so they interlock comfortably, giving it a reassuring squeeze as his eyes stay focused in front of him.

"Hey JB. These are my brothers, Taehyung, and Namjoon. And these are their friends, they are looking for someone who might have been in the bar recently," he waves us to come closer but my feet are stuck in place afraid to move.

"Sure, anything I can do to help," he smiles at the group. His eyes instantly connect with mine when I peek around Jimin.

Yoongi hasn't spoken a word since we stepped into the room, his eyes observing JB's every move from the back of the group. Hobi is anxiously bouncing from foot to foot and is uncharacteristically quiet.

Do they know that he's not human? Can they tell something is up?

I feel Jimin loosen his grip on my hand and I desperately try to hold on to it, but he lets it go and steps forward. I shift over closer to Kookie.

A chill runs down his body and he slightly turns in the wrong direction and smiles. I try and hold in my laugh as my fingers graze his letting him know I'm on the other side of him.

"Have you seen this girl?" Jimin draws back my attention as he pulls a photo out of his wallet and lays it flat on the desk.

Where did he get a photo of Baeky and I? And why is he keeping it in his wallet?

JB picks up the picture and a slow smirk graces his lips as he looks back up directly at me.

I watch as they sweep down my face to my neck and I can suddenly feel his hands wrapped around me again, restricting my air.

"I've seen her here, but she doesn't look like this frumpy girl in the photo," he says handing it back and Jimin snatches it angrily from him.

He's sucked in one side of his cheek, and his brows are furrowed as he looks down at JB. He returns his stare with a wide smile, clearly enjoying Jimin's annoyance.

"She's not frumpy," Joon speaks up in my defense.

Jimin's hands clench at his sides and he steps back away from the desk. Once he's beside me, I reach out and grasp his hand. His shoulders relax and he inhales a deep breath.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Yoongi walks between everyone to stand in front of the desk.

He places one hand on it and leans forward, mumbling something that causes JB's grin to grow wider.

"She was here earlier, but is a very fickle woman and has gone off to find something to keep herself busy. Who knows when she will come back," he slumps back into his seat, lips pursed together.

"I really wish there was another way to help but she comes in and disappears for weeks at a time," he sighs feigning disappointment.

Yoongi straightens up, but the look on his face says everything he's not. He's pissed and I'm sure he's on to JB.

"Here's my card"— Yoongi tosses it onto the desk and motions for us to follow him out of the room as he talks over his shoulder —"do call next time she comes in."

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀、

"Did you feel it too, Yoongi?" Hobi breaks the silence as we head back to Jimin's house.

Joon and Tae stayed back with Jin. He refused to let his brothers be tangled up in a 'supernatural episode'.

Yoongi was so fed up with his ranting and raving out in the parking lot that he forbid the guys from coming back with us.

Joon looked so sad as he talked to Hobi saying he would still look into things and to contact him with an update.

"It's him," Yoongi nods. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he blankly stares out at the road.

"We are fucked, Yoongi. He kept looking directly at Rayne, he knows what's up," Hobi groans smacking his hand aggressively against the steering wheel.

"What I don't get is...if Samael is involved, why has he been letting Rayne's soul float around?"

"SHUT AND LOCK THE FRONT DOOR! THAT WAS SAMAEL?!" Kook shouts excitedly, leaning between the front seats to be included in the conversation.

I tune them out and turn to look at the girl who's been quietly staring out the window this whole time.

It's started to sprinkle outside and I watch as she traces a raindrop as it slips down the glass.

Her eyes suddenly close tightly and she groans, clutching the side of her head. Her breathing gets rapid and heavy like it did earlier in her sleep.

I lean over to grab her hand, rubbing my thumb along the top trying to soothe her.

When she finally opens her eyes, they are bloodshot and she's shaking.

"We need to go get Baeky! NOW!" she shouts.

Hobi slams on the brakes and every pair of eyes turn in her direction.

"Did y'all hear that too?" Kook asks, his eyes blown wide in complete shock.

"What did you see?" Hobi asks completely ignoring Kook.

"S-she said t-they are af-fter m-my strings," she sobs out.

"She s-said Baeky is t-the easiest t-to get. Yoongi, p-please," she focuses her eyes on his pleading for him to understand.

"I'm going," Hobi quickly puts the van back in drive, speeding down the empty road.

Her hand hasn't let go of mine and her nails are digging into my palms painfully. She hasn't stopped shaking as she mutters to herself, the only word I can make out is 'strings'.

"What strings?" I finally speak up and lock eyes with Yoongi.

"You ever heard of the strings of fate?"

"You mean the red string of fate? Like soulmates?" Yoongi nods his head but then turns in his seat so he can face me.

"Yeah, like that, but there are other colors besides red," he says and then it clicks.

Purple...he called me purple. I'm in danger!

My hands go clammy and my heart starts racing. I suddenly feel like there is no air in the van, I need to get out. I yank my hand away from Rayne and scoot away from her.

"Jimin?" her voice comes out soft as she sniffles looking at me with concern.

She's the reason for this, it's all her fault. If I wasn't tangled up with her none of this would be happening, and demons wouldn't be after me.

She reaches up to touch me and I slap her hand down.

"Don't fucking touch me, you damn curse!"

She gasps and the hurt in her eyes is unmistakable as my words register.

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀、