"Welcome back, Mistress (L/n)," said welcomed a male with a british accent. His sweet voice came from behind me.

I went to turn, but a male with an old soldier's uniform stopped me. "Master Park isn't ready to present himself to you yet," he said. His voice was deep.

Memories from earlier weaved through my head and into my eyes as I recalled my day. The man smoking in the mirror, my back being caressed, Seokjin cooking me bibimbap, Taehyung and the Chim guy, Yoongi and finally Hoseok. I looked at all of them and tried to turn around again. Taehyung grasped my shoulder and gave me a looked that shook me to the center.

"Is this my welcoming party?" I gulped.

"You could say that little lady," A man with a cigarette in his mouth smirked. I scoffed at him

"Jungle book, treat (L/n) with some respect, she is the only way after all," Yoongi snapped at the man, who honestly was a little boyish, but I guess he was a a man nonetheless.

"Thank you Yoongi," Seokjin sighed. "Way to piss of someone who can't control himself."

"Suck a dick Jin," Yoongi snorted. "Oh wait, you suck off Namjoon every night!"

A man at the end of the room ran and pounced at Yoongi and attempted to beat him up. Fortunately, I believed violence was a no-no. I closed my eyes and thought about them trying to fight as wobbling kittens so I didn't actually have to watch them.

"Watch your mouth Jin," I heard Taehyung call out. I peeked open my eyes to see the other man being held back.

"Anyways, Mistress (L/N), please let us introduce ourselves, I am Mas-. I am Jimin," said the voice behind me. The sound of his voice was like walking on clouds and wind chimes blowing in the air. I was careful not to turn around to meet him properly, as he was not ready, apparently.

"I'm Sergeant Kim of the Union, call me Taehyung," Taehyung bowed a little and gave me a forced smile. I nodded to him a little to pay a little respect to him.

Silence crept through the room. No one spoke.

"Since nobody seems to care about this, I'm Seokjin, call me Jin though, it's easier to pronounce," Jin flashed a grin that beat all of the rich and famous. His Jersey accent killed it too. It's not something that common from where I come from.

Jin nudged the man next to him who wore rugged clothing. I recalled his name was something like Namwhom. I really didn't remember because of the commotion with Yoongi.

"I'm Namjoon," he simply said. I noticed a faint blush on his face.

"It's nice to meet you," I smiled at him. His voice flowed like an ocean and didn't quite meet his standards of clothing. He looked like a grungy teen from the nineties.

Now that I thought of it, they all looked like they were from different eras throughout the U.S. Yoongi was the only one who looked like he belonged in the present timeline.

"I'm Jungkook, little lady," said a voice that cut off my thoughts. He looked like a greaser. He was definitely eye candy, but his obnoxious corny about me being little was a little offensive. This was the second time he called me 'little'.

Yoongi growled while Taehyung glared.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Big ego, small man," I shot back before anyone could say anything.

"Small?" He sputtered. His face contorted into realization as he knew what I said. "Oh, little lady, you got that so-"

He was cut off by Hobi intervening. "Hi! I'm Hoseok, but you know me already. As you can see, we're all a little different. Well, extremely different. You'll learn though within time," Hoseok beamed.

"Of course," I giggled. I noticed Jungkook's strangled look and smirked after my small fit of giggles.

"We all live here," Jimin's voice came from behind me. I couldn't quite comprehend his words, but something inside of me told me to leave it alone.

"Okay, so you live here, what else?" I asked.

"You will only see us for about three hours a day because of meetings and such. We actually have to leave soon, but at the end of each day you can talk to us," Taehyung chirped quickly and gave me a small body smile.

"Of course," I nodded.

After a couple seconds of quiet, I heard my piano start to play. I looked over to see that Yoongi was there playing. I suddenly remembered his comment about The Seven. I quickly counted the boys and got to six and then remembered Jimin. I never had seen him, but he was nowhere.

Taehyung had said he wasn't ready to present himself, but he still should be here, shouldn't he? I sighed. There were seven of them alright, only one was missing.

"Are you guys the seven?" I whispered in Yoongi's ear.

He didn't even jump. He paused his playing, and looked up at me. Shrugged and continued playing. The music felt like a drug. I felt myself feel the energies of the house. They were chaotic. I felt eight of them, excluding myself. Mae was the most familiar to me. I sauntered to the couch were Namjoon was muttering words to himself. I listened to them and they sounded like a poem I once read. Only, there was only unfamiliarity coming from them. They were in another language.

I understood it though.

My blood, sweat, and tears
My body, mind, and soul
I know well they're all yours
This is a spell that will punish me

I yawned and let myself move to go to my bedroom. It might have been someone else's, but apparently it was added in recently after the 2013 murder, three years ago.

The soft cushioning of my mattress warped around my lithe body like arms. In my head I could recall the next stanza of the poem as if it had already been said.

Peaches and cream
Sweeter than sweet
Chocolate cheeks
And chocolate wings
But your wings are the devil's
There is a 'bitter' next to your 'sweet'