SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

doce ¹⁸⁺

warning:
descriptive torture and murder. you have been advised.

"my, how pretty you look like this." yoongi laughed lowly at eunbin who was squirming as blood flowed from her temple and into her eye, stinging them. "and i'm not even attracted to women!"

the girl grit her teeth, responding with a sharp, "what did i fucking do to you?"

"ah, you don't remember? use that brain of yours before i blow them out." he tutted, slowly running his knife against her chest, creating another flow of the metallic-smelling crimson. eunbin cried out, her hands turning to fists as she closed her eyes shut tightly.

"did you really think you could scam me like that?" yoongi kept on cutting jagged patterns on her soft skin, getting closer and closer to her face. eunbin smirked through the pain, a ragged laugh escaping her mouth.

"i'm- ah- surprised your dumbass even figured it out-" she let out a high pitched scream, feeling the sharp edge of the knife pierce deeper into her skin.

"how old are you, 18 or 19? this is so sad. such a waste of life." yoongi muttered, sighing. "y'know, i think- i think we could've gotten along, if you didn't lie to me." her eyes widened and she looked at him pleadingly, her face suddenly changing.

"please, just give me another chance. i won't disappoint you." the man laughed, pretending to look pitiful for her.

"but you see, i don't give out second chances lovely. you either do it right or you don't. however, i will send my condolences to your family."

"don't you fucking dare touch them." she hissed, struggling against the leather restraints that prevented her from lashing out.
"please stop moving, it's ever so irritating." he said, grabbing a fistful of her silky hair and tugging it back. "i said stop."

eunbin sat there, defeated. "just make it quick." she mumbled, a chuckle being heard soon after she said that.
"quick? my dear, i'm gonna make it nice and slow for you." he smiled darkly, a glint of madness in his eyes that sent shivers down the young girls spine. yoongi's already stained knife started to dig just under her slim stomach, causing her to scream. to that, yoongi went achingly slow, watching her blood rush out from the deep wound, spilling onto the floor and staining his shoes.

"now look what you did." he tutted, suddenly opening the wound so that muscle was showing, before ripping it apart and grabbing whatever organ he could hold. "my dogs will enjoy tonight's dinner!" he exclaimed gleefully, throwing some sort of organ on the floor.

eunbin couldnt stop howling in agony. her eyes kept rolling back and her body kept shaking uncontrollably. she could feel her heart getting slower, as she looked at yoongi with half-lidded eyes, tasting the metallic liquid in her mouth. he carved a big 'blco' on her chest, before using a pair of sharp scissors to cut her hair, stuffing it into her reddened mouth.

"this is what assholes deserve." he muttered, watching the girl twitch slightly before inhaling sharply and finally, death took her. yoongi still wasn't done with her. the man grabbed her guts and pulled them out, a terrible squelch-like sound echoing on the walls  as more blood stained the floor. he wrapped it around her neck and produced a small gun.

once it was loaded, he clicked it, soon after shooting her in the head. seeing her body, so grotesquely disfigured made him feel.. pleased? happy? there was a weird thrill in it for yoongi, however inhuman it looked.

humming, he fixed his tie, ignoring how wet with blood his hands and most of his suit was and walked out.

"who did you kill now?" a short sigh escaped seokjin as yoongi walked into his office, a rank metallic smell filling the air.

"some girl that was close to scamming me."
"how did you find out? you never look twice at the offers you're given once you've accepted them."
the younger male scratched his head, a small smile forming on his lips, rather awkwardly. "actually, it was hoseok who told me."
seokjin raised an eyebrow and hummed doubtfully. "oh, by the way your little play-toy came looking for you today. he wants to talk to you."

at that, yoongi instantly stood up.
"y'know, park jimin or whatever his name is." his face fell noticeably. "joking. it's hoseok. but get changed first- you stink of blood and murder."

laughing, he walked off, wondering what hoseok wanted.

"i want to go out."
"what-?"
"i want to go outside, please." the younger man looked so serious, his eyes displaying desperation. yoongi blinked uncertainly, not knowing what to do. "i don't want to stay here, cooped up all day. i know you're a kind person, so please just give me the chance to go out- i won't tell anyone about your identity."

suddenly, yoongi felt something in the pit of his stomach. it was like he wished he never killed the girl, maybe giving her a chance would have been better.

regret.

he hated the feeling- but secretly welcomed it. it made him slightly happy, because he was afraid. afraid that one day, if he killed someone he wouldn't feel anything.

sighing, he nodded before speaking.
"alright. but i'm gonna need to know where you are. okay?" hoseok looked up in surprise, his face breaking into a smile.

"thank you, thank you so much." hoseok grabbed him into a hug before running off happily.

yoongi took his phone out, calling seokjin.
"hey hyung. can you do me a favour? put a tracker on hobi- i mean hoseok's phone. thanks."

he finally felt free. it was a feeling he hadn't had in such a long time, it was something that he hadn't appreciated until it got taken from him. sure, right now he wasn't able to go where he wanted but he was able to go out, and that's all that mattered to hoseok.

the boy sat down, looking round at the club that yoongi chose for him to go to. it was far more fancier than normal ones, and the drinks were impossibly expensive.

everyone had someone to talk to, and barely glanced at hoseok's direction. he sighed, about to order himself a drink when a man blocked his way.

"hoseok? jung hoseok?" he asked, his eyes widening. the said boy frowned, trying to move away. "don't you remember me?" he shook his head, frown deepening. "ah. well, can i at least treat you to a drink?"

suspiciously, hoseok accepted. what was so harmful about this guy?