How (not) To Babysit | DoTae

十一

'Taeyongie, didn't you bring Kun with you? Go tell him dinner's ready~'

Taeyong froze in his place as he heard that sentence. Kun? It didn't make sense, he'd made sure to lock the door of the room Kun was in, Kun had died way before Ten appeared in his life. Ten and Kun had never interacted with each other in Taeyong's house.

Ten suddenly spasmed, he fell on his knees, holding his stomach and pressing it. He covered his mouth with his hand, he gagged, his body uselessly attempting to get rid of his stomach's contents. Taeyong got closer to him, but as he was about to reach down to help him Ten looked up and shot him a glare that made him stay in his place.

He watched Ten convulse on the floor, body twitching even after throwing up a bloody mess of vomit.

'W-why...?' Asked Ten with his last breath, but he couldn't say much more because Taeyong stabbed him with a kitchen knife before he could continue.

Taeyong watched the blade sink into Ten's back, once again he didn't know where it came from. He abandoned the crime scene, not looking back yet somehow knowing Ten was crawling towards him, leaving a dark red trail behind himself.

Darkness engulfed Taeyong and suddenly he was underground, in one of the secret passages his father had told him not to walk through. He felt a cold hand grip his arm, and he turned around in that direction. However, he couldn't see anything. He eventually got a hold of that hand and forcefully yanked it away from himself. But the hand didn't give up, this time it gripped his throat, tightly, and Taeyong had the sensation he would die right there.

He gasped for air, but the cold fingers around his neck didn't let him breathe. He trashed on the icy grip, nails digging into what seemed to be decomposing flesh. A quick flash of light allowed him to see, the hand was, in fact, half rotten, and in front of him lay the body of Johnny, crawling like a bug in his direction.

Johnny was lacking an arm, the arm that was attached to the hand constricting Taeyong's airways.

"Taeyong, why?" These were the only words Johnny let out before his flesh completely melted into a gross puddle and only the skeleton was left.

"I can't breathe." Taeyong thought, and out of nowhere a voice replied

"Me neither."

Yuta smiled at him sadly before starting to cough uncontrollably, those coughs that sounded ugly and agonising, but that horrific scene starring the Japanese was suddenly interrupted by the loud echo of a piano chord being played off-key. The spotlight was, now, on Jung Jaehyun, fingers pressing the piano keys and body stiff, spears dripping blood that came from Jaehyun's abdomen.

Jaehyun got up from his seat, looking at Taeyong with those piercing eyes that had him shivering. He pulled the spears out of his own body with the same roughness Taeyong had used when he took them out the day of Jaehyun's death and used it to point beside Taeyong.

Next to him was Doyoung, wide eyed and looking lost and confused.

Doyoung, the bunny-looking idiot. The more Taeyong looked at him, the more he reassembled a bunny. He looked naive, Taeyong could lie to him and he would dumbly believe it, like a bunny. He looked timid, Taeyong could scare him and he'd die of a heart attack, like a bunny. He looked stupid, Taeyong could hurt him in the worst way, apologize afterwards and Doyoung would forgive him, like a bunny. He looked tasty, Taeyong could grab him like he was nothing and throw him in the oven and eat him, like a bunny.

And in between Taeyong's thoughts, Doyoung slowly shrunk in fear, cruelly being groped by the other beings that had cornered him.

Yuta grabbed him by the throat, Ten had his arms around his thigh, Kun pulled his hair and Johnny squeezed his waist. Jaehyun gave Taeyong a bloody spear, smiling at him, as if saying 'Stab him'.

Taeyong took the spear with shaking hands, and Jaehyun guided it until the sharp tip was poking his current babysitter's stomach. He licked his lips in nervousness, did he really have to do this? He felt pressured but at the same time knew no one was forcing him, he felt the suffocating presence of all those ex babysitters and their eyes looking expectantly at him, silently coaxing him to sink the spear into Doyoung's stomach and have him join the deceased babysitter squad.

Taeyong's pupils dilated, and he gritted his teeth, he pressed the spear lightly, lips pressed into a thin line in concentration. Doyoung whimpered, chest heaving up and down as he whispered Taeyong's name. He pressed further, took a deep breath and clenched his jaw as he pushed the spear all the way into Doyoung's stomach.

The reaction was immediate, Doyoung screamed in pain, and Taeyong cruelly pushed deeper and deeper, until his hand was against Doyoung's body and his warm blood painted his fingers.

'Taeyong! Taeyong, stop! Taeyong!'

A smirk formed on Taeyong's mouth, distorted by the flesh he had between his teeth. Doyoung desperately shook the other in hopes of waking him up, his forearm hurt and he was sure he'd have an ugly bruise after the attack.

Barely seconds before, Doyoung had finished taking care of Taeyong's wounds and the other immediately launched himself in his sleep and harshly bit Doyoung like a rabid dog. Doyoung suppressed a sob, he'd never seen such behaviour on anyone, he was practically sure Taeyong was having a nightmare and that's why he acted that way, but that didn't justify him biting Doyoung until he was crying in pain.

Taeyong finally woke up for that dream that probably lasted seconds but to Doyoung felt like an eternity of pure suffering, he let go of Doyoung's arm and the other rubbed it as if he could soothe the pain with it. As predicted, there was an ugly mark that made it look like he was attacked by a beast.

'What was that?' Doyoung asked, trying not to snap at the other.

'What was what?' Taeyong said innocently as he wiped his mouth with the back of his mind. He sat up and pulled Doyoung closer by the collar, he kissed his cheek and rushed out of the room like a kid that had just been caught being naughty.

Doyoung was left alone in the room, with his arm still hurting and a still wondering what on earth had happened in the past two minutes.

Taeyong went to visit Jaehyun in his room. He was still there, corpse stinking as he decomposed. He sighed in relief when he found the spears safely kept on the corner of the room, all six of them with smelly old blood, totally untouched.