Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

𝚇𝚇𝚇𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙸

Chris's P.o.v:

          I tie the rope tighter around Kyong Su's right wrist and I stand up, joining the others near the dirty wall. The basement of this tavern is clearly way too small to fit six people. But I stand between my brother and his partner anyway. Kyong Su lifts his head weakly and looks at us. He's unconscious for the time being as I put a spell on him. He can only see our faces, but he can't understand what we talk or do.

Denise: What do we do now? We leave him here? *she asks as she folds her arms on top of her chest.*
Chris: You can go. I'll take care of him. *I say as I swipe my fingers down Kyong Su's jaw* The room is too crowded anyway.
Yoongi: *he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him* If you're thinking about doing something stupid, you might as well forget it.
Chris: I won't do anything stupid. *I jerk myself from his hold* I'll just have him deliver a message, that's all.
Vale: Are you sure? *she asks and I nod* I'll need your help. *she gulps* I can't teleport all of us.

          She says in a weak voice and I flip my palm through the air, sending the five through the fabric of the world and teleporting them at once, within seconds. And then, it's all quiet. Inside this cold basement, I'm embraced by silence until I click my fingers and echoes surround me. Kyong Su gasps. The spell that held him half conscious until now broke. And he can see and hear again. I make sure all he sees is my face and all he hears is my voice as I bend down and look straight into his eyes.

Chris: Good morning, handsome.
Kyong Su: What are you doing, you stupid witch? What did you do to me? *he asks and jerks his hands and feet*
Chris: *I chuckle* Nothing bad. *I hum* Yet.

          I add with a crooked smile and punch him in the face as soon as he lifts his gaze. He grunts and his head hits against the chair as blood drips from his nose, down his mouth and chin in thin streaks. I chuckle again and graze my sharp nails down his cheek.

Chris: You agreed to spend a night to remember with me. Remember that? *I ask and circle around him, tracing my hand on his shoulders* So, allow me to keep my promise.

          I talk in a fake kind voice and Kyong Su's scream reverberates like echoes through my whole being when my sharp nails poke the skin of his chest and they sink deeper and deeper, searching for his heart behind his ribs. I smile. And my smile turns into a psychotic grin as soon as the tips of my fingers trace over the rapid beats of his heart.
          For the longest time, I play with him the way a cat plays with a mouse before killing it. I explore, taste and torture every single piece of him, but I don't kill him. Because I have a mission for him. A mission I am sure he's going to accomplish.

Chris: *grabbing his jaw, I lick the blood which drips down his chin* Tell my sister that she shouldn't play stupid games. She knows that I always win.

          I say and let go of his face as, with the gesture of a hand, I disappear from the basement, lingering for a few more seconds between worlds to hear the sound of the rope I've just cut falling on the ground.