Perilous||sope

Thirty Six

Warning: Death

There was an eery feeling in the air that day. All three men felt it. They stood around the man in the chair, staring down at him.

Namjoon reached forward, pressing two fingers to the side of his neck.

"Its faint." He spoke, his tone lacing a certain type of arrogance, as if he knew the power he held. Yoongi smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Perfect. Kook," he turned to the boy, "Fetch me a knife."

Jungkook nodded once, quickly leaving to retrieve what Yoongi had asked for. That left Yoongi and Namjoon.

"Have you been keeping an eye on the Kim?" Yoongi spoke, not looking at the tall blonde.

Namjoon nodded once, glancing at Yoongi, "I have. He hasn't gotten into much trouble lately, which surprises me."

"Why does that surprise you?"

"He's always getting himself into difficult situations, it's unlikely to see him stay low." Namjoon explained.

Yoongi nodded slowly, "Right. Hey, can you untie him?"

Namjoon wordlessly stepped forward, undoing the expert knots Yoongi had tied. Yoongi watched, thinking of how he would kill the old man.

The door of the basement creaked open, and he could hear stomps down the stairs.

"Here." Jungkook breathed out, blowing hair out of his eyes as he handed a large knife to Yoongi.

Yoongi took it from him, grinning when he got a closer look. The blade was sharp and shone in the dim room. Yoongi traced a finger on the sharp edge of it, admiring the steel for a few moments.

He cleared his throat, seeing that Keosang was now untied in the old chair.

"I don't want this to be messy." He said, slowly spinning the handle of the knife in his hand. He glanced down, seeing that there was already a large amount of dried blood on the ground beneath the unconscious man.

"But I want it to be painful." His eyes narrowed at the man, smirking soon afterwards.

"I suggest you look away, unless you want to watch." He warned, shrugging as he made his way over to him, "Either one, I don't care."

He waited for a moment, pausing and turning around to see both men behind him still, watching the scene.

A small grin made its way to his face as he turned back to Keosang. He stopped right in front of him, staring down at the bloody and beat up face of the man he once loved like a father.

He reached forward, slowly tracing the sharp tip of the knife along the mans bruised jawline, making his way up to his ear.

He paused, not one ounce of hesitation in him as he lifted the knife into the air, forcefully shoving it down into the mans eye socket. Blood splattered onto his face as he felt the knife go through the head.

He shakily exhaled, letting go of the knife, letting it sit inside of the man. Keosangs body had hardly jolted when Yoongi stabbed him, proving that he was on the brink of death anyways.

"The eye. Easier way to stab through the skull and get to the brain." Namjoon spoke, his voice booming through the quiet room.

"Well, it's done then." Jungkook said, letting the sentence sit comfortably in the air.

Yoongi nodded once, blinking slowly. He quickly forced himself out of it, turning to Namjoon.

"Get someone to clean this up, and make sure they dispose of the body properly." He stayed firmly, taking a glance at Jungkook as he brushed past him and up the stairs.