One stab, two stab, four...
"I must..I..I must kill them...don't tell me otherwise....." He says as small chuckles leave his plump lips, "don't fuck with me....i'll Slit your throat and watch you suffer.. back against the wall....bleeding out." He...
"I must..I..I must kill them...don't tell me otherwise....." He says as small chuckles leave his plump lips."Don't fuck with me....i'll Slit your throat and watch you suffer.. back against the wall....bleeding out." He smirked .The victim scurried back whimpering, a face full of tears. But that didn't mean the murder spared him, "Kim Wonpil." He grinned. Wonpil shook "h-h-Hey p-please...." the male begged for mercy
He didn't listen, walking closer as he had the biggest grin someone could ever have. "You were too close.....you even have a boyfriend....." he started to laugh "I honestly feel bad for you. If only Dowoon found out...." He kept laughing twirling the knife in his long skinny fingers.
"N-no! p-Pleas I didn't m-mean to b-be close to him!!" He yelped "Y-Yo—" The murder stabbed Wonpil in the chest 10 times... moving back he started to giggle then laugh... "see you in hell....Kim Wonpil..."
He started to clean his mess, taking off gloves once he had finished. Once he had deposed of any evidence he went home, crawling back into his window, going to take a shower,
"Younghyun?" Someone called out, they had a husky and deep voice this time. "Y-Yes?" He called out pulling a towel around his body.
"Oh you're still here, sorry.. have you seen Wonpil? He's not in his room." The male called out. "no sorry I haven't," He was grinning a lot.
Once Younghyun came out, he went to his room putting in a sweatshirt and some shorts. Dowoon raced to him. "Where's Wonpil?!" He yelled, the once quiet member turned agrovated.
"What Wonpil? I don't fucking know Dowoon." Younghyun growled pushing the younger away. "You know damn well you fucking moron.." Dowoon looked like he was going to kill someone. "HES NOT FUCKING ANSWERING MY CALLS OR TEXTS....." a few tears fell from his Eyes.
Still, Younghyun didn't feel guilt or sorrow. "I. Don't. Fucking. Know..." soon Jaehyung walked in "hey hey Dowoonie...calm down calm down...." Jae said softly. Younghyun watched, his eyes fixated on Jae like a hawk.
Soon Dowoon left the room. "You ok Brian....?" Jae asked. "Yeah...I am." He turned away walking deeper into the room. Jae stared at him, "You—" The make was cut off "Yes, Goodbye." Younghyun said lowly causing the elder to leave.
Younghyun closed the light sitting on his bed on his phone chewing on his lip just waiting for Dowoon to scream loudly, waiting for the younger to realise his beloved Wonpil was gone, nothing....dead.
The next day
Younghyun had fallen asleep on his phone wearing his shorts and sweatshirt. When he woke up he heard loud banging at his door. The male groaned "fucking hell, I'm coming I'm coming."
Once he opened his door Dowoon ran in punching YoungK. Stumbling back he eyed the younger who was stressed, hurt, sad. Younghyun was holding his mouth which was bloody, smirking softly he stared at him "What....was...that for..." he muttered.
Dowoon yelped recognising his mistake, stumbling back he whimpered "H-Hyung...I-I'm Sorry...i was just mad...p-please.." silence filled the room as Youngk's gaze went towards Dowoon again. "Hyung....hes dead....." Dowoon said softly, "My Wonpil is gone!!" He yelled breaking out to tears.
Younghyun was still silent. Looking away he moved his hand away which wasn't as fully covered in blood, so was his lips and chin. His teeth stained with blood. Dowoon gasped screaming out for the others as he sat down shaking into his knees.
