~Y/N POV~

There was a long linger silence in the room.

No one spoke.
No one breathed.

And I just stared in between the two men standing in front of me, staring back. They didn't even blink.

"I FREAKIN KNEW IT!" Yuna

Her yell and clap of hands broke the tension between Yoongi, Hoseok and I, and I gasped and punched Yuna's shoulder.

"Bitch, what do you mean you knew it? This is the first time you've seen them without their masks on."

Yuna smirks but shrugs.

"Exactly. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on them. Here. Tonight. Bingo." Yuna

She winks at Yoongi, clicks her fingers at him before leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Yoongi growls, or more like snarls, baring his sharp teeth at her.

"Don't look at me like that. I've killed people for less." Yoongi

Yuna flinches and I stare at Yoongi like a deer in headlights. Killed someone?

Hoseok immediately elbows Yoongi, an alerted yet panicked expression on his face.

"What the hell Yoongi?" Hoseok

Yoongi hung his head and looked down to his feet before disappearing in front of our eyes. Hoseok closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before forcing a smile when he looked back at me.

"I'm sorry about that. Don't listen to him. As I've said before, it's been a hard couple of weeks." Hoseok

Staring at him I made up my mind not to bring it up just now. I need more than that but I can tell Hoseok will not answer any of my questions and possibly insist we leave if I do.

"Okay. Then moving on, can you explain how you're all still alive? I mean, according to the story about the seven of you, you all died."

Biting his lip Hoseok nods, gripping onto the wood of the desk behind him. He was gripping it with such force the wood was crumbling under his hold.

"I don't like to talk about what happened. None of us do. But......I'll take you to Namjoon so he can explain it." Hoseok

Before I could object, Hoseok took my hand to pull me to stand, picked up my legs like a bride and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of a thick dark timber door with iron infused vines from each corner. Not to mention the door was three times my height.

"I'll have to take Yuna back to the entrance so that she can wait for you outside. I'm sorry Y/n, but it's not safe for her to be in here right now." Hoseok

He sets my feet back to the floor and I shiver in fear. Slightly panicked. Hoseok see's this and shakes his head, softening his eyes.

"But you're not in danger here. It's just the guys, they can have bursts of anger and start fighting anywhere. In Namjoon's room, you'll be safe. We can't enter each other's rooms." Hoseok

Once he's spoken, he knocks hard on the solid door, smiles and takes my hand to leave a soft kiss before walking away slowly down the long dungeon like corridor. Not much light other than the small candle lights on the stone walls. I watch Hoseok until he disappears into the darkness at the bottom of the corridor and after waiting, I knock this time.

"Namjoon? It's me. Y/n."

I whisper through the door in hopes he would hear me. I didn't want anyone else to here me.

Ready to knock again, the door abruptly opens. Quickly I stepped in so I wouldn't run into anyone else out here. The door slams shut behind me and I'm welcomed into darkness yet again. This place really needs to get some more lighting.

"Namjoon?"

Staring into the abyss of nothing, I wait for his response and when I got nothing I started taking small steps to find something to sit on. Just waving my hands out in front of me to feel out for any furniture and I'm sure in this bedroom there won't be any heights I have to worry about falling from.

"You shouldn't be back here." Namjoon

I stopped when I heard his low voice speak somewhere from across the room.

"Why not? I came to speak to you."

I heard his long ass exhale and a shuffle but not much more than that.

"About?" Namjoon

"You and the other's being the seven guards of Queen Aria."

In the next blink the lights suddenly turn on in this place and I'm blinded for a couple of seconds. My eyes needed some adjusting. It became so bright so quickly.

"Who told you?" Namjoon

Still blinking at the bright lights, i couldn't see but his voice gave the impression he was angry but hasn't moved since I came in here.

"No one."

Rubbing my eyes, I felt out what felt like a wooden bench by the end of a bed. The bed would of been more comfortable but I opted for the bench.

"Then how?" Namjoon

I scoffed, and squinted my eyes in the direction I think he is. Slightly annoyed by his tone and attitude right now.

"Look mister, do not talk to me like that. I came here to ask questions so I will ask the questions here. Understand?"

I heard his chuckle and saw his figure come closer until he was standing to my right side of the bench.

"I knew you would have more to ask." Namjoon

"Then let me ask."

Again I rubbed my eyes and forced my eyes to adjust on Namjoon, watching his rugged self sit on the bench, leaving enough space between us for another person. I took in his messy hair sticking up between his black ram like horns and pale complexion. I tried my hardest not to take in the muscles protruding from his back to his shoulders.

Like damn, those muscles.

Namjoon's jet black eyes met mine and we stared at each other for a long lasting moment, until he sighs and looks down at his hands place on his knees.

"I'm sorry about my appearance Y/n. I've just not been in the right frame of mind to change it." Namjoon

I nod, still staring at him. Not sure when I'll ever get use to this.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get use to it. Maybe."

He chuckles, shaking his head before leaning slightly forward in a hunched position.

"What would you like to know?" Namjoon

My spine straightened and I found myself turning my full body to face him.

"How have you all managed to live for so long? The stories say you all died."

Namjoon nods, biting his lip before he answers.

"Yes. That's what the stories were told but obviously none of that were true. It's a long story Y/n." Namjoon

"I have time."

Namjoon looks back at me over shoulder, stares at me for along moment while I take in the scars over his face. The same scars that Jungkook bares. Slits over his eyes and the corner of his mouth.

"You do. Let's just start off by saying my brothers and I were never human to begin with." Namjoon

I didn't say anything but wait for him to continue when he pauses and looks back down at the ground.

"We were werewolves first. Born that way. Grew up in the same pack. Different mothers and father's but we grew up as if we were blood brothers." Namjoon

He glances at me, furrowing his brows.

"I do know what that all means. No need to explain."

I heard all about the myths of werewolves, packs and such. But they're all myths and never did I think they would be real. I know Namjoon is not lying, I mean why would he lie. Right now he looks far from human and my abilities are not human like either so I have no reason to think he would make this up.

Namjoon nods and continues.

"One day we were messing about in the woods. Like we always did and came across the most amazing scent. We all could smell it. Sensed it. We followed it and the scent led us a woman who was crying." Namjoon

He takes a moment to exhale and then looks up at the ceiling.

"She was our mate. Our soulmate. That was when we learned that as brothers we bonded so much that we all ended up sharing the same soulmate. The one person that is your sole reason to live and breathe." Namjoon

As he continues to speak, I sit and listen fully.

"She was crying that day because she hated being the Queen. She detested the whole life and wanted to live peacefully in the woods, have children and have a basic normal life. Her father, the king wished that she have a normal life. That is why there's no record of her face." Namjoon

He gives me a pointed look and I nod, understanding why there were no portraits of her face. Well, at least I think I do. She wanted to escape?

"But before you ask why, the answer is her uncle. He pressured the royal council, so that he would have control behind the scenes and hope that Y/n would marry her cousin, his son and he would become King." Namjoon

I scrunched up my nose in disgust. Marry her cousin?! Yuck!

"We put a stop to that. That's how we became her royal guards a year after she became Queen. To protect her. To love her. It was risky, but worth it just to be in her presence." Namjoon

He looks back at me, as if he's waiting for my response but I just come out with another question.

"So how did the dying rumour come about?"

Namjoon smirks and stands up, walks around the bed and picks up a black buttoned shirt.

"I'm not sure if we actually died, it feels like we did sometimes but obviously we changed." Namjoon

He points to the ram horns on the top of his head, a knowing expression on his face. Then he proceeds to put on his t-shirt but doesn't button it up.

"Rumours said you were hung and gutted. Is that true?"

For a long moment he stares at his red silk sheets before slowly nodding.

"Yes. They hung us up by the trees and gutted us like animals forcing Aria to watch. I don't remember dying though, just the pain." Namjoon

He looks down sadly and I stand up, feeling some kind of way to comfort him but he shakes his head of any sadness and gives me this fake smile.

"Any more questions?" Namjoon

"Why did they do that to you all?"

His smile dropped and he stepped back. Immediate rage was emitting from his body, horns grew twice their size and his eyes growing more black than I think possible.

"I'd rather not get into that just now. Next question."

He growls and I try not to flinch or react negatively but I try to think of another question.

"What happened to the club?"

I asked out the blue. I think asking more relevant questions may not be the best right now but I was curious about what was going on.

"Hoseok said the others have been fighting."

Namjoon shrugs, his horns growing smaller in size and his demeanour softens.

"I'm not sure. I haven't been out there but my guess is Jungkook and Taehyung. Occasionally Jimin too but my bet is on those two the most." Namjoon

"What do you mean?"

He chuckles, reaches for a crystal glass on his bedside table, silently offering me a glass which I shake my head to decline.

"They've been fighting all week since they found out they've both been stalking you. But those two have been fighting for centuries and Jimin only gets involved if he's been pulled in somehow or trying to stop them. I leave them to it now." Namjoon

"They've been stalking me?!"

Namjoon peers at me from across the room, sipping on his drink.

"Yes. I'm not shocked about Jungkook, but Taehyung, that was surprise. Didn't even notice he would leave nor did I think he bonded with you enough to have that ability." Namjoon

One brow raised upon his face he stares at me, looking for a reaction. I just shrug and step back, ready for the door because I think I'm starting to feel overwhelmed and ready for my dorm room.

"Strange. Anyway, I need to go."

"I can take you back to the entrance." Namjoon

One quick movement, Namjoon was in front of me, one hand around my back as he pulled me into his almost bare chest and the next we were at the entrance door. I stumbled when he let me go but as quick as he always was, he grabs my upper arm gently to settle my balance.

"Are you alright?" Namjoon

I nod and step back, allowing Namjoon to release my arm.

"Yes thank you. But Namjoon, before I go, I need to ask you something."

His face expressed surprise but he nods eagerly.

"Anything." Namjoon

I opened the iron doors, ready to leave but hovered so I could ask him of one thing for now. Something I think would do them all good.

"Please re-open the club. Strangely I miss it."

Once I asked, I didn't wait for a response and bolted out the door and ran to Yuna's car where she sat waiting, beeping her horn at me eagerly. When i buckled into my seatbelt, I looked back at the door and saw Namjoon still standing there watching me as Yuna sped away from the club.

I hope he opens it again and I can go back there, get to know them all and find out more answers. I feel there's still so much to learn.