after the clock struck at midnight, namjoon grabbed a metal crowbar and silently stepped into the hallway, slipping his coat off and letting it rest on the bed of his room. he was sure that seokjin was already asleep and, yes, it was time to strike.

namjoon tipped his hat and placed the crowbar on his shoulder, humming to himself, footsteps echoing in the silent hallway. he paused when he noticed the door to his working room, which was open.

NAMJOON
"strange."

NAMJOON
"i am quite sure that i closed that door . . . "

shrugging, namjoon made his way to seokjin's bedroom, his smile growing slowly with each step he made. he couldn't wait. he was excited to hear seokjin scream and beg for his life as he stabbed him and skinned him. he couldn't wait to use his flesh to stitch another one of his beautiful dolls. he couldn't wait to gather more blood and use it for his pastries.

namjoon laughed, his cackles ringing with insanity, shoulders shaking. he kicked the door open, not at all bothering to be gentle. he flipped on the light switch.

but seokjin was nowhere to be seen.

NAMJOON
" . . . huh."

NAMJOON
"so the little lamb wants to play? the wolf will find you eventually, dear."

namjoon kept the sick smile om his face as he searched the room, under the bed, behind the curtains, inside the closet, but there was no sign of seokjin's presence in the room at all. this made him grunt in frustration and toss the crowbar to the floor, hands tugging his top hat.

NAMJOON
"impossible. he could not have escaped. i made sure he wouldn't!"

when namjoon turned around to pick up his crowbar, his hope was revived when he noticed a bag resting on the desk. he remembered how light it was and how it made a slight thump when it fell to the ground.

it was seokjin's. he was still in the house.

and namjoon smiled. he was always curious about his victims and wanted to find out more about them before killing them off. so, he set aside his murderous intent and opened seokjin's bag.

NAMJOON
". . ."

namjoon spilled out the contents from the bag, baffled as he went through them. only two objects were inside — a bloody handkerchief and an empty knife case.

there was a moment of thinking before namjoon started connecting the dots. however, before he could react, there was a cold metal pressed to his throat, followed by a slashing pain and gurgling of his own blood.

SEOKJIN
"it's a shame, you know."

falling to the floor and desperately clawing his own throat, namjoon looked up. seokjin was standing there with a mischievous smile on his face, bloody knife in one hand and crowbar in the other.

his smile, oh that smile. it was dripping with insanity.

SEOKJIN
"you found my little brother first."

SEOKJIN
"jungkook was mine. he was my kill. but you just had to do it yourself, didn't you?"

seokjin cackled loudly and hit namjoon on the gut with the crowbar, making the doll maker puke out a mixture of bile and blood. the tall boy crawled, trying to get away before he could completely lose his breath.

but seokjin knew otherwise. he hit namjoon again, pinning him to the ground with both of his feet.

SEOKJIN
"you think i didn't see through your little act, namjoon? you think i'm stupid?"

SEOKJIN
"i knew you were going to drug me so i acted sick before i could possibly get knocked out by the drugs. heh, although i do feel a bit lightheaded."

seokjin tugged on namjoon's hair, forcing the blonde to look up and face the insane man in the eye.

and namjoon withered under seokjin's glare. there was a whole different level of crazy behind those doe eyes. it terrified him.

SEOKJIN
"was it fun killing jungkook? was it fun skinning him and listening to him scream?"

SEOKJIN
"i think it's time for me to have fun now. am i right, namjoon?"

namjoon gurgled, tears flowing down his cheeks. for the first time in his life, he was fearing the death he knew was coming. he clawed on seokjin's chest, trying to gain sympathy.

seokjin only found this amusing and laughed insanely at namjoon's suffering. he threw his head back and cackled.

SEOKJIN
"you're so funny, namjoon. look at your tough persona crumbling under this blade."

SEOKJIN
"don't you worry, darling."

SEOKJIN
"we'll both have a great time."

namjoon could only close his eyes as seokjin raised the crowbar, pointing the hooked edge towards the doll maker before swinging downwards.

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