The Spawn

Twenty

Prisoner - Raphael Lake

The walk to the hotel wasn't a far walk, fortunately for Yeosang. However the streets were crowded with people and he had to quite literally shoved his way around to get though. Thankfully he didn't receive any odd stares because Jimin ended up giving him his hoodie to leave him only in a long sleeve, just to cover the evidence of what he's done -that's currently being taken care of by his contacts.

The Peacock hotel is one of the most successful hotels here, and initially Yeosang wasn't going to come to Lisa's property that she mentioned, but after tonight Jimin can't afford seeing another dead fucking body.

And Yeosang prefers not having to make up more excuses to his neighbors as to why there's more screaming in his apartment. Guess the porn excuse won't always work.

So here's the best bet for both of them to avoid more problems, and possibly another ambush.

Finally arriving to the grand hotel and going through the lobby now, Yeosang approaches the front desk; where a kind male sits there with the phone to his ear and a wide smile plastered to his lips.

Of course it took only seconds for the phone to drop from his face and shoulder, dropping to the ground with lips parted the second his eyes landed to Yeosang.

Of course Lisa's workers are aware of the dark mafia matters, especially of Yeosang.

Who wouldn't know the Spawn is the real question.

By now Jimin is shaking like crazy and Yeosang knows he doesn't have enough time before he explodes in anxiety, so he only asked for his room key and to toughen up security.

The poor guy only nods with his wide eyes still large, shakily giving Yeosang the key and trying his best to avoid the blood sparkling his face that's hidden by the hoodie over his head.

Yeosang didn't waste time as he yanks Jimin to the elevator and immediately gets inside. He presses on the button that immediately closes the doors to not let anyone else in, waiting until it gets to the top floor.

Hoping it will pass by quick enough.

Jimin is wheezing now, pressing a hand to his chest to add pressure by how light weight he feels. Everything seems like it's cornering him, even the elevator is giving the illusion as though it was growing smaller all around him.

He can't even squeak a noise, only wheezes painfully his breaths in forceful puffs to breathe.

"I-I killed..... I am n-not a kill-" Jimin couldn't even finish because his face instantly scrunches up, similar to a little baby close to having a mental break down, "Y-Yeosang, I feel like I'm dying. My b-body won't stop shaking-"

The other didn't even let him finally, only instantly scoops him off his feet as the door opens, guiding him down to the empty hallway to the only double doors here. No one has access to this floor without a special key, the one he was given down stairs, and thankfully since he hates being disturbed.

And right now he shouldn't be expecting any visitors, well expect for one but that's necessary for his next move.

Yeosang instantly inserts the key inside and pushes the door open.

Jimin couldn't see anymore.

For some reason he had to move, to scream, to just scratch his skin until it bleeds. It's this pounding sensation similar to being suppressed in a caged box, having access to the key but with the inability to open it because you just know you won't stop.

And Jimin was having a hard time even controlling himself right now to keep his composure after what he's done.

So that was the reason the second the door opened, he scrambles off Yeosang's arms and steps wobbly into the penthouse, that he couldn't even admire because of how fucked up his mind is crumbling to pieces.