Baekhyun's laughter echoed throughout the cramped room like a gunshot, creeping over every surface.
Chanyeol watched him. I mean, that was what he was there for, after all.
Piercing the sole noise, to his upmost surprise, Chanyeol heard a small whisper coming from his peripheral, making him look over, curious.
Mr Choi was spluttering for his attention again... So, the blonde raised an eyebrow at the restrained criminal, urging him to speak up.
Mr Choi winked, beckoning him closer with a yank of his neck. Chanyeol leaned closer.
"Great idea, son..." he started. "befriend that psycho, and then seduce me out of this!" He rattled, his poorly masked voice emminating from his grotesque, irritating demeanour.
Chanyeol's face twisted into one of anger. To call Baekhyun a 'psycho' was uncalled for. Especially in the situation Mr Choi was in at that moment. It enraged Chanyeol; how he still believed that he could get out scratch free.
Annoyed, he stepped forward, making the idiotic creep grin, but before he could utter another rank word, the blonde's fist was forcefully indented into his cheek. Mr Choi's neck snapped to the side, unprepared for the blow. He gaped, eyes wide as he wiggled his jaw from side to side.
Chanyeol panted, retrieving his fist. "Don't ever, ever, call him that again." He breathed, glaring as Mr Choi finally realised where his priorities lied.
He looked up, back towards the killer, only to be met with a worrisome expression; Baekhyun's brow was furrowed, and his head was lowered.
It seemed that the watcher had seen it all.
"Chanyeol..." he muttered, looking rather conflicted. "Thank you." He said, deciding on a smile.
The blonde only replied with a sheepish nod, focusing his gaze back onto his reddened knuckles, lifting up the side of his mouth in displeasure, trying to brush off his erratic outburst.
But, gently, a small kiss was placed upon his cheek.
Baekhyun had lifted himself up onto his toes, and with cautious hands, steadied himself by clutching onto Chanyeol's arm. It was over in a flash, the killer dropping down, and looking away before Chanyeol could even react.
The latter's face quickly burned red, trying to rid himself of a growing, childish smile. He continued to look down, not yet confident enough to look up, as he cleared his throat.
"M-Mrs Choi?" He called. "Where do you keep your duct tape?" His voice was shaky, making the lady in question tilt her head, her greying locks falling to the side.
"So you really are here, Chanyeol dear." She hummed sadly. "I overheard the killer say your name, and I hoped I heard wrong..." Nodding, she turned her head in the direction of the kitchen. "It's in the cabinet, above the stove." Mrs Choi informed, letting out a heavy breath.
Chanyeol, still rather flustered, sped out of the room with haste, making Baekhyun giggle to himself. He blushed as he scanned over the hostages once more. A pervert, his poor wife, and their strong hearted daughter.
It was only then that he noticed the thick teardrops rushing out from underneath her fabric; Chaeyoung had started to cry.
He walked over to her, not really knowing what to do. "Rosè." He whispered, so quiet that only she could hear her favourite nickname. It was a killer skill. "What's wrong?" Baekhyun asked.
She turned her face away from him, taking in a shaky breath. "I trusted Chanyeol-oppa. I thought he was such an... admirable person... but he was in kahoots you all along." She spat, the tears streaking down her makeup.
Baekhyun froze. Before he had came, Chanyeol was a regular young-adult. Sure he had his fair share of traumatic experiences, and he had lots of suppressed desires, but it was Baekhyun's revelation that changed him as a person. No, it revealed who he really was, deep down. Wether the change was good or bad, is up to you.
"You're wrong." He murmured. " You're little crush on him doesn't mean anything to me. Regarding your trust... all you girls only ever see the outside. He knows so much more pain than you, so much more pain that you could ever know. He deserves this kill much more than me, I mean, I've killed thousands. And your 'admiration' can never stop that." Baekhyun hissed, straightening his back.
"I found it!" Chanyeol smiled, jogging over, and making quick work of tapering the threesome's mouths closed, the grey blocks of sticky plastic hiding their lips from view.
Baekhyun chuffed. Chaeyoung had made him rather upset. It was a real shame that he couldn't kill her.
He reached into his own, dark sleeve, retrieving a pocket knife. It was small, but it got the job done, sliding out of the material with a small clink.
Chanyeol looked over at the noise, only to be met with Baekhyun's smirking figure. "I'm bored. Let's get this over with." He groaned, walking up to Mr Choi's piggish presence.
Baekhyun set a palm on Mr Choi's shoulder, looking at him with an empty expression. The man writhed, his eyes darting around in fear as he sweated, searching, and failing, to find a small moment of comfort under the killer's gaze.
The knife dragged along his stomach, teasingly, merely ripping his thin shirt. It exposed his greasy skin, rubbed red. With an orgasmic exhale, Baekhyun plunged the sharpened metal directly into his awaiting guts. It squelched, causing a crimson burst of blood to gush from its entrance, spirting out and dying his clothes.
Mr Choi gasped out in pain, the noise only escaping from his nose, but it was loud enough to reach everyone's ears. Mrs Choi sobbed in her chair and Chaeyoung sat, quietly. Contrastingly, Chanyeol smiled... It was oddly fascinating to watch the eluded killer work.
Baekhyun slid out the knife, the ridges on the blade mutilating the already torn muscle. The hole was deep enough to see inside of his body, Mr Choi's organs pulsating in alert.
The killer reached forward, his white hair falling into his face. Baekhyun didn't seem to care as he grabbed at the inside of Mr Choi's body. A sickening, slippery noise filled their ears as he clasped upon his intestine.
Mr Choi could only watch as his intestines were unfurled before his very eyes, being stripped from his stomach.
Chanyeol observed how the man's fingers had stopped wiggling, how his neck had fallen, and how his eyes had lost their shine, moulding into a blueish grey. He was dead.
Baekhyun stood up. He shook his hands from side to side, as if he had just washed his hands. Hesitant, he looked over to his partner, the empty carcass behind him, quickly stinking up the room. But to his surprise, Chanyeol sent him a smile.
"You can go home now. Don't worry, I'll be good." Baekhyun grinned.
The blonde nodded. He wasn't really in the mood to protest, rather numb at the sight of his neighbour's organs throbbing at his friend's feet.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
An// I don't like how I've worded this, but at least things are picking up 🤷♂️-🔪
