The following hours were silent, it mostly consisted of the oldest trying to think of a way to get rid of the body.
"We could just eat him?" Yoongi states, desperate to leave this behind him.
"Jin you got any recipes for that?" Hoseok chuckles, pointing at the lifeless body of Jimin.
"Guys stop joking, we can't take him out of the building, nor can we eat him," Namjoon says, looking over at Yoongi. "We need to find a way to make his body disappear inside of here."
"We can burn him?" Seokjin sighs, placing his hands on the back of his head.
"In what? A trashcan?" Yoongi groans, dumbfounded by the oldest.
"Well something that doesn't burn of course, we can just burn him piece by piece and throw the remains away somewhere," Seokjin continues.
"That's the best solution i've heard so far. You three figure that out before tomorrow night, i got work to do."
Before the others can protest the leader has already dissapeared into his office.
"So, who's cutting him up?" Hoseok awkwardly laughs, obviously not wanting to do it.
"Taehyung, he caused this mess, he's going to clean it up," Yoongi groans, looking over at the other side of the room.
Taehyung had just continued as if nothing happened, making himself a sandwich ten minutes after he wiped the blood off of his hands. He hadn't even taken off the bloody clothing, shocking even the other members.
"Taehyung! Get a knife and start breaking that bastard apart," Seokjin orders the younger one who was playing with a stuffed crocodile.
"Okay," He replies without hesitation, picking the biggest knife from the kitchen drawer and sitting down in front of the body with a smile on his face.
"Jesus what a sick fucking kid," Yoongi complains, watching Taehyung cut off one of the hands.
Taehyung wasn't sick, he was driven mad. The "medication" Namjoon had been feeding him were drugs. This were the sympthoms of his body needing the pills to function well. Namjoon secretly loved him this way, but only if he needed someone killed. He knew Taehyung could kill every single one of them, and he would kill anyone if he felt like doing so. Was he dangerous? Yes definitely, even though he might not look like he was.
"Where do i leave him?" Taehyung asks, holding up another piece of the body he had succesfully cut off.
"Just pile him up brother," Seokjin answers, not even bothering to look as the bloody scenery behind him.
"Where did the child go?" Hoseok suddenly asks, realising Jungkook had been gone for a while now.
"Not sure. It would be a blessing if he doesn't return," Yoongi replies, getting up and throwing Taehyung a dirty towel.
Only Jungkook couldn't go anywhere. He had hidden himself outside in an ally, crying behind a dumpster. He slowly felt himself going as insane as Taehyung. The monster inside of him growing bigger each day. He was going to kill Jimin if Taehyung wouldn't have done it. He knew he would have, and that was exactly what scared him so much. Himself.
"I'm a monster," Jungkook cries out, burrying his face even deeper inside of his face then he already was.
"We all go a little mad sometimes, that doesn't make you a monster," A voice says, petting the youngest his head.
"You have no idea what i did," The youngest mumbles, feeling disgusted by his own thoughts.
"Did you kill someone?"
"Only in my mind."
The person chuckles, taking a seat next to Jungkook.
"Don't we all sometimes."
