ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ (ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴀᴜ)

二

The clock struck midnight, an ominous sound emitting from the grandfather clock, echoing down the dark hallways.

"Hwa, you're back up, bring 127 with you, I'm going in with Johnny and Lucas," The meeting was being held in a large conference room, the room was full of tension as names were announced by the Boss.

"Taeyong, you okay with this?" The white haired male arched an eyebrow at the red head. Their hair colors clashed, both one of the colorful things in the dull, monotonous meeting room.

"Yeosang, we're been hunting him for years, plus I need revenge for Haechan," Taeyong's eyes hardened. Everyone in the room nodded, their agreement standing alongside their leader.

"The mission starts at three," After uttering those words, Yeosang put on his white leather jacket and left the room. The collective sigh of relief was heard when they heard the door close after the male.

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"Yongie are you sure?" A boy with white and blue hair confronted the mob boss. He looked more concerned than nervous, biting his lip, his head tilted to the side.

"Positive, Yuta," Taeyong sat down on one of the sofas, sighing while looking at his clasped hands between his knees. He looked troubled, his facial expression seemed to be frozen. 

"Get ready to leave, I want the Dreamies and Shotaro to stay here, everyone else prepare," He looked up to bark orders at the group of boys before promptly falling back against the sofa. The group of boys scattered like ants grabbing various things ranging from pistols to PCs. 

"Yuta, stay here," The boy looked at Taeyong in shock before clarifying,

"Why?" Taeyong beckoned the Japanese male closer with his hand. Confused, Yuta followed his orders sitting on the chair across from his leader. 

"I need you to protect the boy," the arctic fox, Yuta, looked as if his brain had been fried,

"What now?" His puzzled face put a small smile on Taeyong's.

"Jung Wooyoung. Protect him at all costs."

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"You know why we're here?" They were inside a small room, armed to the teeth. The trio created looming shadows, haunting the room with menacing aura. Earlier, Yuta had scooped up a sleeping Wooyoung, and drove him back to the mansion.

"W-why? Who the hell are you? Where's my boyfriend?" The familiar voice of Chanyeol rang throughout the frigid night air.

"Well...you see," Yeosang started his sentence twirling a dagger absentmindedly, as he appeared to be recalling an event. 

"You should be more careful, because to me..." he trailed off. 

"Boyfriend? More like a punching bag," The silver haired boy walked closer, his hazel eyes turned a cold silver, he began calculating ways to torture the soul in front of him. 

"You know, karma's a bitch," The sound of the dagger piercing skin was heard, followed by a huff of satisfaction,

"Let us begin,"

 Yeosang made precise cuts, skillfully dissecting the body in front of him, with a deranged grin on his face. Blood splattered everywhere, the room smelling like iron. The door was flanked by two of the NCT members. Both looking away from the gruesome sight,

"Have you learned your lesson?" In response he got a mixture of blood and spit missing his head by a small margin.

"I guess not," Yeosang's face contorted into a possessed smile, the blade stained crimson with blood glinted in the moonlight. A blurred arc of silver could be seen before the blade buried itself home into Chanyeol's chest. The sickening sound of flesh being ripped apart was heard.

 Lucas and Johnny both flinched as they heard the gurgling sound of the victim choking on his own blood. 

The silver haired male stood up, his eyes shining with hatred and satisfaction. His hands were covered in warm blood as he cleaned his blade. Chanyeol's body lay still, the man took his last breath, and his body becoming stiff in his last moments. 

"I hope you go to hell," Yeosang hissed before walking out of the room. He made his way outside, his appearance looking like he walked out of hell. His once white shirt, now had smears of blood all over. His blade still dripping with his victim's blood hung from a loop in his belt. 

"We're done," He spoke, the two men following the shorter after the announcement. 

"What about the body sir?" Lucas spoke up. Yeosang looked behind him and answered,

"I heard there have been wolf attacks around here lately," His nonchalant voice rang out. A millisecond didn't pass before Lucas nodded his head in understanding, fear entering his eyes for a split second. The duo flanked Yeosang to the black van outside. 

Under the watchful gaze of the bright moon, Yeosang opened the car door, knocking a specific pattern confirming it was him.

"Woah... You didn't mess around," Jaehyun said, seeing the amount of blood clinging to Yeosang's shirt, as the boy climbed in. Yeosang ignored the comment, peach colored lips parting slightly to speak.

"I'll discuss when we get home. How's the boy?"

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