Taehyung was five, clutching his mother's hand and glaring at the new man he was expected to call daddy. They were standing in a jewelry store, searching for a wedding ring. Distracted by something shimmering with diamonds, Taehyung's mother let go of her son's hand, bringing her own to cover in awe. Big mistake. Tae was only five, but he had always been attracted to beautiful things. Especially expensive things. The concept of money had always made sense to the child and he wanted nothing more than to slip all of the silver and gold, with it's intricate designs, out of the store and to the small hole in his bedroom floor. He had many things in that hole, things he had stolen over the years, and he intended to sell all of it for money as soon as he was old enough to be taken seriously. 

     Taehyung loved money. Some would describe him as greedy and most would be correct. Tae was greedy, that was a fact. But it wasn't just for money and it wasn't just for himself. He would steal everything he could possibly get his hands on for the money it would take for his mother to live a happy life. With money, she wouldn't have to work sixty hours a week, wouldn't have to marry this man she didn't love, and more importantly, she would be able to give Taehyung the love he so desperately craved. Taehyung was greedy, but he wasn't selfish. That's what the child, more mature than any five year old should be, thought to himself as he walked out of the store hand in hand with his mother. He flashed a brilliant smile to the man he despised, squeezing his hand tighly around the diamond tucked safely in his pocket.

     Taehyung is twenty-two and he's hurt. He's laying in a room full of gold and everything is fine. But it's not, and he can't believe how stupid he had been. He looks down at his chest, at the stream of red running through is fingers, and he smirks. It hadn't been for nothing and he would definitely be remembered. Taehyung's eyes close and his breathing grows lighter. He's found shortly after, a criminal, lying in a pool of red and gold.

      Hoseok is eight and he thinks he's going crazy. He hears a voice that isn't his, has memories that he doesn't remember living through, and more importantly, has a friend that no one can see. The line between the voice and himself is blurring and Hoseok thinks he's going mad.

     Hoseok is fifteen and he remembers. He wakes up in a cold sweat, clutching his chest and expecting to see blood.

Seven lives tragically intertwined and never-ending. Each flawed in a way that cannot be fixed.

Lust. Gluttony. Greed. Sloth. Wrath. Envy.Pride.

Separated but together. Alive, but just barely.