Delivery Boy (YOONMIN)

TAKE YOUR PICK Chpt74

"W...what?"

Zico was intrigued by the brunette's response. He began giddily rock back and forth on the heels of his feet "You heard me butt-plug. Who do you want to save....Min or Namjoon"

He was given choices and neither probability played in his favor.

Zico was delighted with the ingenious idea, to celebrate his new auspicious mood he zealously separated Jimin from Yoongi with a swift blow to his face. Yet again Yoongi laid discarded against the cement floors. A fitting position for the messy rubbish. Weakened from the attack, his hand reached forward, cracked black nails grazed the tips of his lover's hands. "Hyung...please...please wake up" His only desire was to share some sort of contact with the other. "H...hyung" the idea was improbable but maybe...just maybe if he hung on a little longer, if he could graze the soft padding of his fingertips Yoongi would respond.

Disgusted, Zico severed the feeble connection. His combat boots came crashing down on the small hand, earning another painful screech from the small brunette. The maniac rejoiced at the harmonious melody, his body doubling over with monodic laughter.

"Zico!! What the hell will you gain by torturing him? Leave them alone!!! "Namjoon's scream silenced the laughter at once. Zico snapped his bewildered gaze back to his third captive.

"Aww is wittle RM feeling left out, awww you want some attention too don't you?" he taunted.

Namjoon instantly began to regret his outburst. Zico waltzed over, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of a questionable beat replaying in his head. He smiled as he finally came eye to eye with the genius monster "No worries, I have a special surprise just for you RM."

One could only ponder on the vast collection of torture mechanisms Zico had in store for them. Locked away in that deranged lunatic's cranium laid a vast collection of agonizing torture techniques. The misfortune genius had unintentionally volunteered for the first calamity.

Zico dabbed the sweat collecting at his brow, these strenuous activities were starting to exhaust him....he would have to end it soon "Bring me the pick" he ordered and his guards went scrambling to retrieve the item. The glorified object was presented to the deranged maniac.

Pure excitement radiated from his crazed features. He cradled the weightless object in his hands, fingers tenderly stroking the thin metal spike while twisting it to observe its glistening body.

"Marker" he screamed impatiently as he was snapped from his daydreaming. Zico was ecstatic to have the little black sharpie handed to him

"Hold down Namjoon."

As instructed, the man was grounded to the floor, Zico's groupies keeping the man at his knees as they strapped his hands behind his back. Jimin was a mere bystander at the bizarre scene. He watched as Zico moved close to Namjoon's ear, he placed his hand next to his mouth, secretively whispering something into the others ear. Whatever it was, it had Namjoon in a wild frenzy "No!! No!!! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!" he began to violently thrash his body against his restraints but the massive hands kept him secured against the hard floor.

Zico snatched Namjoon by his jaw and pivoted his head upwards. He kept the sharpie suspended in the air, drawing imaginary circles while he hummed "Hmm....where should it go...." he questioned himself outloud "Aaawww!! right ...here" he placed a small dot just at the soft crevasse of Namjoon's nose bridge and tear duck. He beamed at the new beauty mark.