I'm thankful.

I bury my head without thinking into Taehyung's chest, inhaling the sharp scent of cheeseburgers.

Finally something similar to home.

"Are you hungry?" Taehyung asks sweetly.

He sets me down on the kitchen counter and lifts my head so I can look in his eyes.

I nod.

"Me too." He chuckles. "I always am." He pats his belly and smiles at me.

He opens the fridge and I can see him dart his tongue out to lick his lips. The temptation for him to eat is huge. I can see it.

"Do you like... chips?"

I nod.

He quickly shuts the fridge and opens one of the cabinets, grabbing a large bag of chips with a note that says:

Property of Taehyung,
touch it and I'll kill you.

I make a mental note that no matter how I may affect them, they are and always will be demons.

He opens the bag filled with demon shaped chips with a loud pop and holds the open bag out for me. He smiles sweetly.

"Is it okay for me to...?"

"Of course!" He says. "I... honestly don't want you to be scared. I want to make you feel at home." He says softly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

I smile at him and grab a handful of chips, thanking him.

Taehyung immediately grabs a handful himself and stuffs them into his mouth, barely fitting them all as his cheeks inflate with all the chips.

I giggle at his greediness and wipe one bit of the crunchy food away from his lips.

Taehyung's cheeks fill with a cute red pinkish, hiding his face slightly.

"I... Sorry." He mumbles. "I didn't mean to be so messy."

"It was one chip!" I laugh. "It's okay."

Taehyung blushes shyly. "O-okay..."

Taehyung jumps onto the counter next to me, smiling widely as we eat the bag empty together.

I learn a bit about him.

He's the second youngest, demon of Gluttony and generally a nice person. He's a little hot-headed but he enjoys walking around town and going out to dinner or lunch just to eat different things. He likes to play video games sometimes with Jungkook.

He sometimes does make-overs with Jimin and helps the older demon sometimes with his needs since he knows how rough a never-ending possession can be.

He explained to me what his Gluttony is like.

It's never-ending hunger. He will eat anything when it comes down to it, and not in the good way. He would eat spoiled food, unhealthy, healthy.

Just to know that the hunger in his stomach will never be satisfied is sad. I really wish that I could do something about it.

"I... really wanna thank you for listening. My brothers usually don't."

"Why?"

"They're all so busy with their own possession." Taehyung mumbles. "We're all brothers, and of course we have secrets from each other, but what we don't say is usually what we need to know to loosen up. Of course, we're going into our late puberty years, but still, it's just... painful. To see my brothers at each other's throats, you know?"

The more he talks the sadder he sounds.

"Why are they anyway?"

"Sometimes we just... clash. Most of the time. I don't know why, but sometimes it feels as if we were just put together as babies, completely separate mothers. Like we... aren't brothers."

I understand what he means.

I can still hear Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok yelling and I saw Jimin go upstairs.

Taehyung sighs deeply. "I should stop eating. The more I eat the more I have to work out. I do it with love but I spend so much of my time doing it... It's tiring."

"Than skip a day!" I whine. "Really Tae, you don't need to work out!"

"It's a habit, Jaein." He says softly. "It's to calm the aching in my stomach and to shut out all the yelling that never stops."

His voice cracks and I feel bad for him. He's too sweet to be like this.

I rub his back gently. "You should change into casual clothes. Let's go out. Show me around town." I smile.

Taehyung looks at me with wide eyes. "Do you really want that?"

I nod. "I understand you feel bad and you need some distraction. Let's find something to distract you with-"

"JAEIN!"

Taehyung's smile falls at the call of my name. "You're summoned..."

I nod sadly and slide off the counter. "We're going to do something together, I promise."

Taehyung nods and smiles at me. "I wish you luck."

I smile at him and go back to the living room where the call came from.

The sight is still the same, though I expected it to be worse. Namjoon is holding Hoseok by his throat who is pulling Seokjin's hair whilst Seokjin is ripping at Namjoon's chest.

"Guys... Just stop." I mutter, my arms weakly falling beside my sides. "Taehyung is scared, Jimin left the room and I'm frightened."

Namjoon's green glowing eyes snap towards me, glaring at me. "What Jimin and Taehyung do has nothing to do with this." He growls.

"But it influences them."

"And that is not our problem." Seokjin snarls.

"IT IS!" I yell. "They are your brothers. Have a little mercy."

Namjoon's eyes slowly fade, his hands loosening from Hoseok's throat.

He gulps and peels Seokjin's hands off his ripped uniform. He looks around at us and without a word, he turns on his heels and goes upstairs, but in the glimpse of his leave, I can see... black layered scale-like pieces folding over each other, trying to stay hidden behind Namjoon's leg.

Hoseok scowls at Seokjin before following Namjoon upstairs and ignores his older brother's growling.

Seokjin is furious, clearly visible.

"Seokjin..." I begin nervously. "Are you stressed?"

"Every single day." The demon sneers.

"Than maybe you should relax. What do you like to do?" I ask softly.

Seokjin sighs deeply and lets himself fall back on the couch. "Jaein, I don't know what's happening to me." He mumbles. "With the information of your arrival and seeing your friend so scared of us. It's concerning."

"Why?"

"Because how do I know if I'm supposed to be this way?"

"What do you mean?"

Seokjin looks at me. "All of us. Me, my brothers, we used to all be angels. But... as time passed, we became rebellious. We became too dark for the Celestial realm and got sent here. The only one who was truly born on this dimension is the brother who... died."

"Died?"

"Yes. Our... seventh brother." Seokjin mumbles. "I need to get something off my chest... Jaein, you're a very kind human and I think you know that. But promise me, whatever happens, whoever calls you. Do not listen to their voice. Unless it's someone you know, you stay. The Devildom is a scary place."

"Than why are you telling me this?"

"Because I know that one day he'll try to lure you."

And with that, Seokjin leaves.

I'm left alone, in the living room... Is this dead brother, the seventh. Is it the Yoongi that Namjoon spoke about?

If so, then... who are these brothers?

Why? How?

My mind is filled with questions that are left unanswered. First things first.

What was that thing on Namjoon?