SEOKJIN
"i feel funny."

namjoon raised a brow at seokjin, who was clutching his stomach in pain, hiding his smirk behind his hand, which was cupping his chin.

finally, the drugs have started to take effect.

again, namjoon put on a mask of worry, leaning on his table, tilting his head.

NAMJOON
"are you alri—"

SEOKJIN
"namjoon, w-where is the bathroom?"

a bit taken aback, namjoon was surprised at the question, after all the other guests he had would just collapse on the spot, but for seokjin the effect was slow, which was strange, very strange.

namjoon casually raised his arm, pointing towards the bathroom, and seokjin was gone in a second.

belches and coughs came from inside the bathroom while namjoon stood outside patiently with a smile. seokjin came out after a few minutes, looking pale.

SEOKJIN
"i'm sorry."

NAMJOON
"please, do not apologize for feeling sick."

NAMJOON
"would you like to stay for the night? i would not mind a visitor."

seokjin looked doubtful, bag slung over his shoulder, eyes watery and a hand placed over his mouth. namjoon tipped his hat, the smile on his face growing.

SEOKJIN
"but my little brother jung—"

NAMJOON
"please do not risk your health for your brother, seokjin."

NAMJOON
"besides, if you are sick, you won't be able to look for him properly."

a silence. seokjin seemed to be considering the offer. namjoon smiled victoriously because it never failed to lure in unsuspecting prey.

SEOKJIN
". . . you are right."

NAMJOON
"am i not?"

SEOKJIN
"thank you for your kindness, namjoon."

NAMJOON
"there is no need to thank me."

namjoon chuckled and placed his hand on seokjin's broad back, carefully leading him through the dark hallways, footsteps echoing.

seokjin was looking around quite curiously, eyeing each door they passed. namjoon watched him, a great desire flashing through his eyes.

he was delicate, he was beautiful, he was delectable. namjoon knew that seokjin would become one of his prized possessions, one of his pieces of art.

and namjoon couldn't wait for it. he cackled.

SEOKJIN
"why are you laughing, namjoon?"

NAMJOON
"nothing, it's nothing."

finally reaching the guest room, namjoon pushed the door open, small dusty quarters greeting seokjin with a bright red bed and circular window, moonlight basking the area.

NAMJOON
"this is your room for the night. would you like something better?"

seokjin shook his head.

SEOKJIN
"this will be fine."

NAMJOON
"alright."

namjoon watched seokjin place his bag on the desk and plop on the bed with a smile. he could already see himself stabbing the boy and watching the blood pool around his body, the screams feeding his motivation to do more.

and that made namjoon lick his lips in utter excitement.

NAMJOON
"good night, seokjin."

NAMJOON
"sleep tight."