gay witch hunt

deux

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Instead of the normal shouting from Beomgyu, Yeonjun was woken up by the sound of a printer whirring and shooting paper out. He held his blanket over his face, not wanting to get a paper cut this early in the morning.

Yeonjun looked around the room, still hiding behind his blanket. He spotted the other members hiding behind the bedroom door, clearly terrified of the haywire printer. He backed away towards the rest of his group, dropping his blanket as he slipped behind the door.

"I suggested turning it off, but the thing doesn't have any buttons or a plug. We're waiting for its paper tray to empty out." Taehyun informed him, closing the door behind them.

"How long has it been shooting paper?" Yeonjun asked, rubbing his eyes. He looked at the clock; it was 7am.

"At least half an hour now," Soobin said.

"You've been standing out here for half an hour?"

"We were worried it might attack you," Soobin explained, "so we stayed outside."

"And you left me in there with that thing for half an hour? It's a miracle I didn't get any paper cuts." Yeonjun opened the door slightly, peering through the gap. The printer seemed oddly familiar, like...

"Minho?"

The printer changed into a man perched on the windowsill, in a flannel and jeans Yeonjun recognised as his clothes (the jeans were rolled up to fit Minho's shorter frame, and the flannel's sleeves covered his hands).

He entered the room, trying not to slip on the A4 sheets on the floor. "I was trying to wake you up," Minho said, "You're a really deep sleeper."

"Did the printer just change into a dude?" Kai whispered, hiding behind Soobin.

Minho jumped off the windowsill and waved at the members behind the door. "Are these your friends?" He asked, moving towards the door.

"Yeonjun hyung, do you know this man?"

"Minho, wait. Why don't you guys go eat something? You're probably hungry now, since you've been awake so long." Yeonjun offered, standing in front of Minho.

"I'm kind of hungry, actually," Beomgyu mused, "Soobin hyung, we could get something from the bakery."

"Why don't you guys do that?" Yeonjun gripped the handle, "See you in a bit!" He yelled, closing the door.

Yeonjun turned around to face Minho, who was occupied with picking up the sheets of paper on the floor. "A lot of my victims died from well-placed paper cuts before I drank their blood, but I made sure not to hit you. Besides, your blood would be a disgusting breakfast."

"Couldn't you have just stopped shooting paper instead of transforming? Why are you even a printer anyways?" Yeonjun questioned, bending to pick up the sheets at his feet.

"Your friends didn't seem to mind," Minho observed, "And it's not like I hurt any of them either. You all have that stench of type A blood."

"What is it with you and insulting the scent of my blood?"

"I've never had such bad luck before. All of my old families were type Bs or Os."

"Families?"

"My previous victims."

"Oh."

Minho laughed, placing his stack of paper on the nightstand. He rolled up the flannel's sleeves, "If you want, I can just make error noises instead of shooting paper."