Imperium | BTS Mafia AU (NamJoon FanFic)

The Butcher's Son

"Come on! You've gotta throw it harder!" J-Hope's laugh echoed through his room. He was trying to teach me a few knife tricks and I couldn't quite get the knife to stick in the drywall. "Flick your wrist more. Like this," He threw one of his knives at the wall and in a split second, it was lodged in the wall. The thud of the impact sent vibrations throughout the room.  J-Hope's smile didn't fit the dangerous skill he had. It was impressive to watch such a lively man spin knives on his fingers or catch a projectile knife by the blade. 

"Wow! Where did you learn this stuff?" I marveled at his skills. He walked over and pulled the knife out of the wall. 

"My father taught me. He was a chef, but he liked to do fancy knife tricks when cooking," His smile grew faint. He scratched the side of his nose and began to prepare to throw the knife again.

"Is he still a chef?" I asked, watching J-Hope's concentration. His fingers grazed along the metal handle. He took his entire bottom lip into his mouth, making his jaw line appear even sharper. In a quick motion, J-Hope speared the knife into the wall close to the last spot he hit.

"He's in prison," He mumbled. He jerked the knife out of the wall again; the veins in his arms popped out. He walked over to where he was and began to prepare to throw again.

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.

"Yeah."

"What did he do?"

J-Hope was silent. He stopped and twiddled the tip of the knife in between his fingers. He quickly pulled away and blood trickled down his finger. He studied his blood and began to speak up.

"He was a cannibal."

A what? A cannibal? He ate people?

"When my mom went missing, no one pinned it on him. He was just the sad husband who was stuck running a butcher shop and restaurant all by himself. He convinced everyone by crying and pleading. He said he'd give anything up just to see his wife again, but that bastard knew where she was," He spat, running the knife along his bloody finger, "She was in the fucking freezer in our basement."

I stood in the middle of J-Hope's room, horrified by what he was telling me. His father killed and ate his mother. I couldn't imagine the pain and shock he went through when his father was outed as a cannibal.

"Everyone thought it was an old man that lived down the road from my family that took her. They spat on him everywhere he went and broke his windows. They even killed his dog that he'd had for 15 years. Everyone turned on this innocent old man, and my father didn't do anything to stop it while he chowed down on my mother's flesh. He was a sick man," J-Hope watched the blood trickle down the blade of the knife, fascinated. "When they found my mother, both of her legs had been completely dismembered. Each of her fingers were cut off, along with her feet, and chunks of her shoulders were gone. Her head had been shaved and her throat had been slit with a butcher's knife," J-Hope was silent, staring at the reflection of himself in the blade of the knife, "Sometimes, I see my father in myself." A vile grin spread across his face. My palms were becoming clammy again, like they always do when I'm scared or nervous. J-Hope looked at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Are you afraid, YuNa?" His voice was thick with a harrowing toxin. He took slow strides towards me. My throat began to swell, making it harder to breath. He reached his hand out to touch mine. I wanted to pull away and run, but I was paralyzed in fear. How could someone so cheerful look so evil? His fingers touched mine, blood smearing across my nails. He held his knife tightly in his other hand; it still had traces of blood on the tip. He steadily brought his lips to my earlobe. "Don't be. I'm not my father," he whispered in my ear; his voice was sweeter, much softer than before. He let go of my hand and swung his body back and launched the knife into the wall. The impact of the knife cracked the drywall, sending bits of it crumbling to the floor. He left me in his room, alone, shook to the core.