Freak Show

~°twenty four°~

He swung the door open slowly, and it creaked as it was surrounded in darkness.

I peeked inside, and my eyes widened as my nostrils caught something... odd.

It was.... really bad.

I slowly approached the doorframe, and  I already knew something as I walked there.

Then, my eyes widened.

They were dead bodies, obviously.

But they weren't just lying there.

They were hung on the ceiling. They had hooks pierced through their skin as they hung on another hook attached to the wall.

It was like... they were... livestock, like what butchers do to cows and pigs.

"It doesn't really matter if you help or not, I don't mind one bit. You're weak to even help me anyway. I'm sorry if they don't have heads, Yoongi took them all," he chuckled as he poked a dead body, and I almost vomitted right then and there as I saw someone's intestines almost slipping out.

"Wh-why...," I whispered as I took a step back, and he grins as he looks at me.

"Why... huh? Because humans... they're stupid. They're disgusting animals," he smiled, and there was also a tattoo engraved on his cheek.

They were numbers.

247

My legs trembled as I stared at him, my lips quivering as I couldn't get my eyes off of him and the numerous bodies hung inside the room.

"Now you know why this room is always locked, don't make the same mistake," he smirked and I snapped out of my trance, and I backed away, before bolting to the hallway where I came from, leaving Jungkook smiling as he turned his heel and made his way back.

I crouched down, feeling the tears flooding my eyes as I closed my bedroom door, and I wiped them away as I sat on the bed.

You monsters.

THIRD PERSON POV

"D-don't end me... I'll do anything! Anything, please! Don't hurt me!" The man cried as he scooted away, hiding himself in the corner with his other unconscious friends.

"Mafia... huh? How unfortunate. You won't make it out alive either way," Jungkook replied as he walked to his table filled with many tools and equipment.

There were dismembered bodies everywhere. There were guts all over the place, and blood was splattered everywhere. That was Jeon Jungkook's meaning of clean up. After being away for a couple of months, he was finally able to come back to his hyungs.

"I-I'll do anything! I promise," the man said as he was tied up, he was shaking in fear.

"If you weren't in the mafia, you wouldn't be like this. It's all your fault, bastard. It's not my fault you're in a situation like this," he rolled his eyes as he took a huge blade.

"Please mister. My young daughter... she's in the hospital because she caught a heavy flu. My wife... she is waiting for me to give her money. I lied to them about getting a decent job... I was hopeless," he pleaded and Jungkook smirked.

"I didn't ask about your life story, geezer. And since when were you so bold? Do you talk this much?" He raised a brow as he approached him, and he crouched down as he held the blade close to his face.

"I thought you'd shut up if you saw your other buddies dead and all over the place. Guess I was wrong," he muttered and the man swallowed the lump in his throat.