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"Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk. BTS!"
You've lost count of how many times you've said it, sitting up and wrapped in blankets in your bed. A glance at your phone tells you it's nearly three in the morning, and the darkness feels suffocating. Anxiety thrums beneath your skin like electricity. Their names are the only thing that keeps it at bay.
"Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi—"
"Oh my god, shut up already," a voice says.
Your bedroom lights flick on and you sit, frozen in horror, your heart hammering in your chest, slowly registering what you're seeing. The seven members of the biggest band in the world. "BTS," you whisper.
"Yeah, no shit," Yoongi says, crossing his arms and glaring at your bedroom wall.
You gape at them. All seven lined up at the edge of your bed, looking...completely normal. Jeans and sweats and t-shirts and beanies and bed head. Except, they're all in your bedroom, standing in a line. Jin, Suga, RM, J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jeongguk.
You pinch your arm and nothing happens. Jimin chuckles, draping himself over J-Hope, "You're not dreaming."
"Am I…" your eyes flit between each of them, "hallucinating?"
"Nope," Jimin answers again, giggling and ducking his head into Hoseok's neck.
"Then…" You shake your head. You put a hand over your face, trying to comprehend just what the hell is happening. Still half-convinced it is a dream.
"Do you know how many times someone has to repeat our names to actually summon us?" Yoongi's voice is a growl of perfect English and you can feel his eyes on you, burning. You really just want to wake up.
"What? Summon?" you whisper, peeking out from behind your fingers.
"It's actually pretty impressive," Seokjin says. "Especially considering you did it accidentally." He laughs loudly, like a windshield-wiper. You look up from your hands and meet Seokjin's sympathetic gaze, his eyes warm, his smile large. Surreal.
"But she did summon us," Namjoon says, flicking Yoongi's arm playfully and stepping forward, "so we should at least try to be polite."
Now Yoongi's glare is turned on Namjoon, "I am trying," he grumbles, "I was in the middle of a track."
"Hi," a voice says softly by your ear.
You jump and find Taehyung, eyes glowing with mirth, sitting beside you on the bed. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and tilts your chin up. Your mouth falls open in shock, Taehyung licks his lips enticingly. "You're pretty," he says, but not to you, more about you. As if he's appraising something valuable.
"We should probably explain," Hoseok says, smiling genially, "So, um, short version? We're demons."
You turn away from Taehyung and watch them all, flabbergasted. You feel Taehyung pick up a piece of your hair and begin to play with it, delightful tingles running down your spine and settling in the cradle of your hips at the attention.
Hoseok blushes at your shocked expression, chuckling good-naturedly, "We're like," he shrugs, looking at Namjoon to confirm, "a few thousand years old? Pretty powerful."
"Yeah," Jimin agrees, hooking his arm around Hoseok's neck and saying, "And if you say our names a certain amount of times in a certain way, you can summon us!"
Namjoon nods his confirmation, "It's a demon thing."
"Like Beetlejuice," Jeongguk adds, causing a few light-hearted chuckles from the other members.
"Yeah," Yoongi says, facing you again, "Except we're extremely powerful and we've worked extremely hard to advance our summoning rites. And as it stands, you literally have to say our names, in order, consecutively seventy times."
Your jaw drops. Seventy times? Just how anxious had you been?
You have no words. Your brain isn't even comprehending the information they're giving you. You can only come up with one question and its: "You're speaking English?"
There's a couple of chuckles and Seokjin says softly, "We're some of the most powerful demons that have ever existed...we can speak every language."
"But," your brow furrows, and some small part of you realizes that you're avoiding dealing with the real issue here in favor of something small and easier to manage, but you don't care, "in interviews—?"
"Okay, not the point," Yoongi interrupts, scowling.
This time it's Seokjin who flicks Yoongi, the younger wincing and turning away from him and from you. Taehyung's hands are now on your neck, pressing gently in a kind of mock massage. It's distracting. You look at him and there's a mischievous sparkle in his eye that lures you in, you're swaying toward him when Namjoon speaks again—
"Accidentally or no, you did summon us. That means we are bound to you until the contract is complete."
You find your lips centimeters away from Taehyung's, his tongue darting out and just brushing over your top lip playfully. Your mouth is open and you feel yourself this close to outright begging him to stick his tongue in your mouth. But Seokjin's voice is a warning when he says, "Taehyung."
"Sorry," Taehyung pouts, pulling away from you and shifting his hands to play with your hair.
You pull back, too, the hazy lust fading from your mind. You furrow your brow as you try to recall what Namjoon said, "Contract?"
Jimin crawls onto the bed so that he's sitting on your other side, picking up your hair and playing with it like Taehyung. "It's formed automatically," he says, twisting your hair into a plait, "Summoning us seals the deal. Although—" he giggles, "that's under the assumption it won't happen accidentally. We did make the rites difficult. We thought."
You try to ignore the young men playing with your hair and tracing patterns on your neck and shoulders, finding Namjoon's gaze and saying, "What does it mean that I summoned you accidentally?"
Namjoon bites his bottom lip and says, "It defaults to our having to fulfill what you most desire, or most desired at the time of the summoning."
Your eyebrows shoot up, "What does that mean?" Your gaze skirts between them and you add, "What happens if you don't fulfill the contract?"
Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, "We lose everything."
You nearly squeak, "Everything?"
"Power, eternal youth, the fame, all of it, gone."
"Well," you say, because you don't want that to happen. You've loved them for years. They're BTS. "What did I want most? What was my desire?"
"You didn't want to be lonely," Jimin says softly, his voice by your ear.
"And that means, to ease your loneliness, we get to fuck you," Taehyung whispers, his eyes shining and teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he speaks.