"Go easy of him, yes, Hyunjin? Poor boy is terrified."
Minho laughed. Out of the corner of Changbin's eye, he saw Minho leave with Jisung. The lights dimmed and Hyunjin giggled.
"Oh, this'll be fun."
Changbin doesn't know if he'd call Hyunjin...'fun'.
"Let's play Russian roulette!"
Hyunjin smiled as he looked at Changbin, already loading a single bullet into the revolver. Changbin's eyes widened as he watched. Yeah. "Fun" they said. Hyunjin chuckled as he kneeled beside Changbin, spinning the cylinder and pressing the barrel of the gun to his head.
"Whats wrong? Scared, Binnie?"
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger. Changbin's breath hitched, yet nothing happened. A tiny click, and that was it. Hyunjin smirked as he then pulled the gun away from himself, pressing the barrel against Changbin's forehead instead. Changbin probably wouldn't admit it if you asked him personally, but as ashamed as he was of it, he let out a small whimper of fear. Hyunjin merely laughed and leaned closer, pressing the weapon harder against the older's head. It hurt, but Changbin refused to let it show.
"You look pretty with a gun pressed to your head, Binnie, I should play with you more often."
With that, Hyunjin pulled the trigger. Changbin squeezed his eyes shut. Honestly, at this point he was beginning to think, 'maybe death is better than this.' However, much to his dismay and relief, death never came. Hyunjin removed the gun, still holding it in his hand, using his other to lift the older's face gently. Changbin looked at Hyunjin in fear as the taller aimed the gun up to the light without even looking, whispering a quiet "Lights out~" A loud bang echoed through room as well as the sound of glass shattering, and suddenly everything was black.
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Minho doesn't remember what happened that day, nor does he really care. The last couple of days he spent laying in bed with Jisung, cuddling and watching movies. Not exactly something you'd expect to see from two...serial killers? Minho wasn't sure what they were to be honest, and he didn't really care. The two boys were laying in bed..again, watching Matilda when suddenly Chan busted in. Jisung nearly jumped out of his own skin, causing Minho to laugh.
"Hyung!! Knock, please!"
"Why? It's not like you--"
"ZIP! Why are you here?"
"I live here...?"
"Hyung."
"Fine. Let's just say...we have some motherfuckers to teach a lesson."
The younger two didn't even hesitate or ask questions, smirking to each other as Chan closed the door. The two quickly got dressed, Minho into a fluffy black sweater and some black leather pants. Jisung had put on a cropped turtle neck with a cropped leather jacket and some black ripped jeans. Jogging down the stairs, Minho followed excitedly behind Jisung, hopping up on the railing and sliding down smoothly to the bottom. He looked around and spotted and teary eyed Jeongin sitting at the table as Seungmin carefully wrapped his bleeding arm. The boy also had numerous cuts and bruises on other areas of his body. Minho looked up and saw Chan, watching the boy carefully. Seungmin looked as though he was ready to kill someone. Once he was done bandaging Jeongin, he grabbed his knives and stood up.
"I'm coming with you."
He said sternly. Chan opened his mouth as if to protest, but was quickly shut up when Seungmin's eyes only darkened as he spoke up again.
"I'm not asking, Bangchan. I will be going and that's final. Plus, with Jeongin out of commission, you'll need an aid on hand in case of emergency anyway. "
Jisung chuckled as he patted Seungmin's back.
"Hell yeah, I say the kid should go."
Minho nodded in agreement. Chan sighed but nodded.
"Let's go then."
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"H-Hey, why'd you stop? Weren't you just about to tell me about what happened?"
Hyunjin cooed and smiled.
"Patience, precious. What happens next is Minho's story to tell, not mine."
Changbin nodded slowly. Honestly speaking, he felt like he himself was going insane. Being in a room with Hyunjin is like being in a room filled with toxic gas, except instead of killing you, you want more. He'd barely even talked to the boy, but if he had to be 100% truthful, he knew the way his heart was beating out of his chest when Hyunjin had the gun to his head, wasn't out of fear. He knew that the weird gut feeling he got whenever Hyunjin called him 'Binnie' or 'Pretty', wasn't fear. Changbin knew better. Hyunjin was breaking him, and he'd only known the boy for 3, maybe 4 hours. That's why Minho sent Hyunjin in here. Suddenly, he realized.
"Hyunjin will eat you up. You're just his type, ain't he, Hyung?"
Felix. Jisung. Hyunjin. Minho wasn't just telling him their story. He was breaking him. He was taking the members one by one and slowly introducing them to Changbin. Leaving them alone wit him. He was using them to break Changbin, and it was working. The worse part? Changbin didn't mind. He saw no point in caring anymore, so he decided to let it happen. Play along. Let them have their way. but then what?
"Earth to Changbin!"
"huh?"
"I've been calling your name for 10 minutes, did you go legally deaf for a moment or were you just THAT deep in your head?"
"Uhh...both?"
Hyunjin chuckled as he walked behind Changbin. Changbin didn't like the fact that he could no longer see Hyunjin, especially when the familiar sound of a pocket knife flicking open played behind him. His breath hitched momentarily for the second time that day. He was prepared to be stabbed, but all he felt was the ropes around his wrists go slack. His eyes widened as he slowly moved his arms, holding them up in front of him as he carefully moved them and his hands. They ached from being held behind his back for so long. Not only that, but he had bruises and nasty areas around his wrists of exposed skin that had been rubbed raw by the rope. Hyunjin smiled as he walked to the door.
"I'll send Innie down to clean those wrists of yours up. Get some rest, Binnie. Trust me, you'll need it."
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A/N: Damn, been a while huh-? I wanna start by saying I am literally so fucking thankful for all of you for being patient with me, and reading my stories. You guys are so awesome. I don't think I've ever been as happy as I was when I logged on today and saw this.
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