No matter how much Brianna knows she shouldn't, she can't help but watch Min Yoongi. He exudes sensuality. Over the span of the last couple of days since he arrived, she's been sneaking looks whenever she can, completely oblivious to the way he watches her in turn.

But he does. He watches her with a heated gaze, fully aware of the looks she casts his way when she thinks he isn't looking. The seer isn't very subtle, no matter how much she might think otherwise.

He wonders if she's even aware of the heat in her gaze whenever her eyes land upon him, or the way it makes his dick stand at attention. He can't help but preen a bit beneath her longing eyes.

Truthfully, he doesn't give a fuck about the genie and his obvious dislike of him. He knows full well that Seokjin doesn't approve of the way he looks at her. But ask him if he cares, and the answer would have to be a resounding "hell no". What does it matter if the Ifrit doesn't approve? It's not his cunt the reaper wants to plow, and Brianna seems more than willing.

She's a big girl, fully capable of making her own decisions.

At around noon, the chiming of the bell announces to Brianna the arrival of a customer. Despite the trouble in her soul, she forces on her very best smile and prepares for the worst.

The woman that enters is intriguing, Brianna finds. The seer easily senses that she is immortal, but she can't quite get a solid feel on exactly what kind of immortal she is.

The mysterious woman's raven black hair looks soft, and silky. But there is a certain void present within her milky blue eyes, and Brianna is forced to admit that she's never seen such unusual eyes even amongst other immortals. The longer she looks, the more alive those eyes seem to become. The seer is suddenly struck with a feeling as if she's been trapped in a maelstrom, a storm of never ending agony.

The woman blinks as she approaches the counter, soft, full lips pursing in minor irritation.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to stare?"

Brianna emits a soft sound of surprise, feeling as if she's been awakened from a trance.

"I'm sorry, " she apologizes profusely, "it's just that you have really pretty eyes. Very unique."

The strange woman smirks, a simple crooked half tilt of her lips that exposes the pearly white teeth beneath.

"I know."

Clearing her throat, Brianna attempts to salvage the situation.

"How can I help you today Ms..."

"You can call me Freya, " the woman reveals, reaching forward to offer her hand for a shake.

Brianna takes her hand, marvelling at how firmly Freya grasps it before shaking. She looks petite, and fragile too. But her grip says she is anything but.

"Freya, " the seer smiles. "It's a beautiful name. How can I help you today?"

"I'm actually just looking for a bundle of fresh lavender. I hear that the herbs you carry are the most potent."

Brianna takes in the bags beneath the woman's eyes, and smiles softly.

"Trouble sleeping lately?"

"You could call it that, " Freya chuckles dryly. "I'm plagued with terrible nightmares, and nothing seems to help, except lavender. Though, it doesn't always stop the dreams."

Brianna looks thoughtful for a moment.

"Have you tried any other herbal remedies?" She asks, smiling widely when Freya shakes her head.

"No, just the lavender."

"Well, I've got a wonderful blend of incense containing lavender, limeflower, and valerian." Brianna enthuses. "Limeflower is an old and traditional remedy for nightmares, while lavender and valerian promote rest and relaxation. I think it might just do the trick!"

Freya looks doubtful, but smiles thinly nonetheless.

"Alright, I'll give it a try."

"Give me just a moment, " the seer announces, "I'll be right back with the incense!"

And then, she scurries off towards the supply room.

Brianna combs shelf after shelf, but can't seem to find the box she is looking for.

"It should be right here, " she murmurs to herself, thoroughly confused.

Just yesterday, Seokjin had assured her that he'd properly organized the storeroom as she'd asked him to, and she knows that the next shipment isn't due for at least another week. Besides, she hasn't even sold nary a thing lately, so she definitely shouldn't be out of stock.

"Looking for this?"

Yoongi stands suddenly before her, small box in hand. "I overheard your conversation with the customer."

Brianna blushes prettily, and thanks him.

"Where'd you find it?" She asks, taking the box from his outstretched hands.

He follows her to the packing table, where she sets the box down.

"It was in the section near the door, " he answers. "Where all the salt lamps are."

Brianna's lips form a small and surprised o-shape.

"That explains it, " she chuckles, turning away from him in order to search for the box cutter. "I wouldn't have even thought to look there."

Normally, she keeps the box cutter in the drawer attached to the packing table, but it seems to have been misplaced. She really should scold Jin, whose job is to maintain the storage room, but she's too softhearted for that.

"Besides, " she thinks to herself, "he's going through a lot right now."

It's better not to push.

Brianna searches the adjacent shelves, and the one's above the station that hold all of the packing tape and other miscellaneous tools.

Nothing.

Maybe it's down below?

She's so absorbed in her search for the box cutter that she's almost completely forgotten about Yoongi's presence. But he hasn't taken his eyes off of her for one moment, eyes that are currently admiring the curve of her ass as she bends down to search the shelves below the table.

He simply can't resist.

With one hand, he reaches forth and grabs a handful of her denim-clad ass.

"I've seen the way you look at me, " he purrs, excited by squeak of surprise that passes through her parted lips.

Brianna freezes, heart pounding in her chest as she does. She can hear the organ as it kicks into override, pounding an erratic beat against her rib cage.

Yoongi steps closer, releasing her rear in order to grab her hips and pull that scrumptious ass flush against the bulge in his own pants.

"I want you, " he murmurs, "wanna fuck you senseless. You want that too, don't you?"

But Brianna doesn't trust her voice right this second.

She can feel his hardened length against her already aching core. It throbs in anticipation, causing her legs to tremble as she rises. She knows that they shouldn't, not right now, if ever. Besides the fact that he is a reaper with an untouchable heart, there is a customer waiting for her nearly just on the other side of the storage room's door.

But...

She wants to.

Brianna's never been very good with words in these kinds of situations, always too shy and awkward to say the kinds of things her lovers might expect. But because of this, she's grown very proficient in action.

So, instead of giving the reaper verbal confirmation, she places her hands on the packing table and pushes her ass against his erection.

Yoongi is more than capable of taking a hint.

Hungry for the flesh that she is so willingly offering, he wastes no time. He doesn't even bother unbuttoning her jeans, choosing instead to yank them and her underwear down past her knees. Then, he kneels down and places himself at face level with her delicious cunt.

He dives in like a man starved, hands gripping firmly her thighs. He licks at her slit, occasionally travelling down to flick his pink and agile tongue against her swollen clit, loving the way she moans and trembles.

"It feels so good!" Brianna chokes against the moans falling from her lips.

"You like that babygirl?" He murmurs against her core, the vibrations of his words sending a spark of pleasure singing through her now dripping pussy. "You like it when I fuck you with my tongue don't you?"

"Oh Gods, yes!" She cries, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Yes, yes, yes!'

He smirks.

And when he pushes a single slender digit into her warmth, the seer's legs nearly give out. But Yoongi doesn't stop. Brianna's legs tremble pitifully as he redoubles his efforts, sucking and nipping at her now spit slick nub as he fucks her mercilessly with his finger.

Her first climax is brutal, and raw. She comes apart upon his finger, back arched and hips convulsing. She sobs against her release.

With a satisfied smirk, Yoongi stands. His chin is soaked with the results of her orgasm, and he wipes it away with the back of his hand before making short work of his own pants.

He pushes his jeans and boxers down, allowing them to pool around his ankles carelessly. His thick, veiny cock is already weeping, precum glistening at it's tip.

"No more foreplay babygirl, " he growls, rubbing the head against her slick and sensitive slit. "I'm gonna fuck you, gonna ruin that sweet little pussy."

Brianna groans in approval.

With a sudden and savage thrust of his hips, he buries himself inside with a long and husky moan.

"Fuck!" He growls, "so fucking tight and wet for me!"

Brianna clamps her hands to her mouth, attempting to keep quiet as Yoongi ferociously pounds into her. But the reaper isn't having any of it. One of his hands releases it's bruising grasp upon her hip in order to sink itself into her hair. He buries his fingers into her dark, chocolate tresses, and yanks. Brianna groans, the pain in her scalp nothing compared to the feeling of his teeth suddenly against her shoulder.

"You don't get to hide that mouth away, " he commands darkly. "I wanna hear everything."

Meanwhile, Freya taps her perfectly manicured fingers against the front desk. Her lips are set into a knowing smirk. The seer, and the reaper that followed her, aren't being very quiet at all. She thinks it's a wonder that no one else seems to have noticed.

By the sounds of things, they seem to be enjoying each other quite a bit.

The genie seems preoccupied with the displays and the other, a werewolf, is dozing off on the chaise with a book on his chest.

Each of them ripe for the taking.

She shakes her head, magnificent raven hair swishing against her lower back. This isn't the time. She's too careful for that. And if she can, she'd rather hold out just a little bit longer.

The bell above the door chimes, and Freya turns around. The man who walks through the door is the most mouthwatering specimen she's ever laid eyes on. Soft, delicate features grace his equally soft face.

He looks like a wet dream come true.

He's a seer too, she realizes, and a damn ancient one at that.

"Hi, " Freya purrs. "I bet you hear this all the time, but damn! You look like a whole snack!"

Hoseok stops and blushes, an action that he deems quite embarrassing for an immortal of his age.

"Thanks, " he mumbles awkwardly, "you're not too bad yourself."

Inwardly, he is kicking himself.

Not too bad yourself?

What is he? An idiot? The woman standing before him is easily one of the most stunning he's ever encountered. If it weren't for his gift he'd be half tempted to invite her back to his hotel room, the look in her eyes clearly says she'd be up for it.

"My name's Freya, " she smiles, hand outstretched in offer of a shake.

It's a sultry, dare you to fuck me kind of smile. The kind that suddenly has his mouth feeling as dry as the Sahara desert, and his pants feeling excruciatingly tight.

"Hoseok, " he mumbles in return.

He eyes her hand warily, but grasps it with a wince nonetheless. Hoseok expects his minds eye to become flooded with images of her death, as it always is whenever he touches a living being. But, to his surprise, nothing comes to him at all.

He frowns, puzzled by the lack of a vision. Is she already dead? Only those who have already died are exempt from his visions. This normally applies only to things like ghouls, phantoms, and vampires, but he can sense that she is none of the above.

"If you don't mind me asking, " he says, allowing his hand to drop as she releases it, "just what kind of-"

"I'm gonna cum!"

Startled, the sound of Brianna's lust ridden voice brings Hoseok's question to an abrupt stop.

Freya watches as a look of pure fury overtakes the handsome seer's features, and she hides her resulting chuckle behind one dainty hand.

Someone's about to get it.

The punishing pace that Yoongi has set only increases as her walls flutter about him, clearly she is close. Like a mantra, she repeats his name in broken syllables, causing the reaper to groan in desire.

Next time, he's gonna take that pretty little mouth of hers.

"Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl, aren't you?" He punctuates his question with a slap against her already reddened ass. "Gonna let me cum inside, gonna milk my cock like the dirty little whore you are, aren't you?"

"Yes!" She wails, "Gods yes! Let me have your cum, fill me up and make me yours!"

Somehow, Yoongi finds that he likes the sound of that.

"My little whore, " he growls, slamming home inside of her again and again, with a ferocity that is sure to leave her bruised when they are done. "You belong to me now. This pussy is mine, and I'll fuck it whenever I like."

Brianna moans, affirmatives spilling incoherently from her lips.

The hand in her hair pulls back even further and he buries his face into the crook of her neck. His dick continues to drill her sopping cunt, lewd and sloppy sounds echoing through the air with every thrust. And when he bites down on the skin of her neck with his blunt teeth, the pain tears through her like fire.

She explodes around his cock, screaming his name, and Yoongi couldn't be any more pleased.

His purposefully violent thrusts become erratic as he chases his own climax. It's right there, so close. He can already feel the tingling in his balls and the pressure against his spine.

It's going to be a big one.

True to his word, he pours every last drop of his seed within her pulsing canal, cursing as he does. It feels so good, the way her sweet little cunt squeezes him so tightly. So good, in fact, that he could swear he sees stars.

The reaper slumps against Brianna, completely drained. He hadn't expected this to be so explosive, hadn't been prepared for the heat between them to remain even once he'd fucked her senseless. But, drained as he is, he has to admit that he wants more.

He's still hungry for her, so ravenously so that his dick begins to harden within her once more.

Brianna moans, voice broken and raspy as he begins to thrust lazily. The orgasm she'd just experienced is the most intense she's ever had, and he wants to go again?

She thinks it might literally kill her.

But, oh, what a way to die.

Yoongi pulls out, and turns his seer around before lifting her onto the table.

His seer.

He's in trouble, he realizes, because he likes the sound of that.

He sinks his tender cock into her cum-filled cunt once more, and claims her lips with his own. Greedily, he devours every moan and sigh, tongue tasting her mouth as if she were a delicacy. Every inch of that mouth is so delectable to him, that he can't help but groan into the kiss as well.

And when her hands bury themselves into his ebony hair, fingers scraping against his scalp, his hips buck and his knees threaten to buckle beneath him.

It feels so damn good that it aches, and a tender sort of feeling rises within his chest. A feeling that he hasn't felt in such a long time, that it has his stomach all in knots.

Unbeknownst to him, Brianna is feeling much the same way.

Slam!

The door to the storeroom being thrown open startles the pair of lovers, and Brianna is quick to become embarrassed.

Yoongi pulls out, and whips around, dick bobbing in the air. He growls feral rage in his eyes at the idea of someone else seeing what is his.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Brianna wishes that the floor would swallow her whole. Standing before her, Yoongi attempts to shield her from view. His protective streak is running wild within him, and he'll be damned if anyone else is allowed to see his little seer like this.

But he really needn't have bothered, because the man before him isn't interested in Brianna like that. In fact, he'd be happy if no one was into Brianna like that. Because as far as Hoseok is concerned, no one is good enough for his little girl.

"I'm gonna give you ten seconds to flee before I castrate you, and force-feed you your own dick." Hoseok growls.

"I'd like to see you try." Yoongi snarls in response. "You'd be dead before your corpse hit the floor."

Brianna hops down from the table, and hastily pulls her jeans and underwear up. She winces at how sore she is, everytime her thighs rub together it literally aches. But the tension in Yoongi's posture has her on edge. Right now, she's afraid for Hoseok's life.

Yoongi isn't all talk, he might actually kill him.

"Papa please, just calm down." She pleads. "You don't want to pick a fight with Yoongi."

"Papa?" Yoongi turns to face Brianna with an incredulous look in his eyes.

"I don't know who the fuck you are, " Hoseok growls menacingly, "but Brianna is-"

"Mine, " the reaper growls venomously. "She is mine, and I'll fucking gut you if you don't turn around and leave right this second."

But Hoseok doesn't budge an inch.

Too afraid to let things escalate any further, Brianna steps forward. Ignoring the look of protest in Yoongi's eyes, and the dangerous threat within, she leads Hoseok out of the storage room and back into the main lobby.

Freya, it seems, is still waiting for her herbal remedy with a knowing smirk upon her face.

"Seems like you were having quite a bit of fun in there, " she chuckles. "I'm guessing your boyfriend didn't appreciate that though."

"Oh!" Brianna blushes profusely. "Hoseok's not-"

"I'm her father, " he tells the pretty woman with blood red nails and startlingly stunning eyes.

He doesn't want Freya to misunderstand anymore than Brianna wants to be misunderstood.

Freya smiles wide.

"Good, " she says. "Then maybe you and I could meet up some time?"

All of the anger fizzles right out of Hoseok as the woman smiles at him salaciously. The appreciative look in her eyes as she blatantly checks him out has his dick hardening in his pants. Much to his embarrassment.

"I'd uh, " Hoseok stammers pitifully, "I'd like that a lot."

Brianna manages to finally ring up the incense she'd suggested for Freya. After much apologizing of course. The moment Yoongi had cornered her she'd forgotten about nearly everything else, and she really feels terribly guilty.

And embarrassed, so very, very embarrassed.

"You can stop feeling all awkward and shit, " Freya tells her, stowing her purchase away in the attractive leather purse that hangs from her shoulder. "I really don't mind. And I really can't blame you."

She'd caught an eyeful of the reaper as he'd stormed out of the storage room after the little seer. He'd glued himself to her side for all of thirty minutes before she'd asked him to give her some space for just a minute, and he'd then huffed his way all the way towards the back of the shop where he still watches Brianna with heated eyes.

"If someone that looks like that wants to fuck, one simply doesn't say no." Freya finishes. "He's gorgeous."

Brianna blushes but nods her head.

"I think you'll have better luck with Hoseok than I will with Yoongi though, " she mutters. "Even though Hoseok has a habit of shutting people out."

Already, the reality of the situation is washing over her. He'd said some incredibly hot things in the heat of the moment, things that sounded and felt real. But...

There's no way he could have meant it the way she would have wanted him to. Even his behaviour in response to Hoseok's interruption hadn't likely been due to any sort of emotional connection.

"Things with Yoongi will probably always be purely physical, " she laments to Freya. "Reapers aren't capable of emotion."

And doesn't that just sting like a bitch.

"I don't know about all that, " Freya smiles reassuringly. There is a knowing look in her eyes as she continues, "I don't think you have anything to worry about."

She waves to Brianna as she leaves, smiling all the way out. And once she leaves, Brianna turns her attention to Yoongi.

He is still staring at her, she realizes, with the sort of heated anger that guarantees they are going to have to talk.

And soon.