Monster

Tonight

"Give me a prompt," Jungkook muttered, biting the ends of his paintbrush, swiftly eyeing your bare thighs slightly jiggling every time you punched the bag hanging. He drags his gaze up to your face. You focused on one spot, hair secured in a braid and a few strands sticking to your face with sweat. And there it is. The smirk that knew everything it should. Back on your lips. "One out of a hundred children is a psychopath." You answered and gave him a prompt. He smiled.

You finally stop punching and take deep breaths, throwing your gloves somewhere. He threw his towel at you to wipe your sweat as you did. Smudging the sparkly blue paint somewhere on your neck. You walked to him, eyeing his blank canvas which he started to work on. You placed your arm around the canvas standing tall and looked at his face, he glanced at you from the spot his paintbrush worked on. He was painting something with the color brown. you kept staring at him until you dipped your fingers in the untouched red paint and splattered it on his canvas.

You take his wine glass and sip a few drinks before splashing and dropping it on the canvas. He looked at the mess and sighed. You leaned in and whispered, "Make something out of it. If you can." You smiled before joining your lips briefly for a kiss. But sadly it wasn't that brief. He had already held your thigh and put it around his waist, taking you on his lap on his stool, still kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him all he wanted while slightly grinding on him. His nails almost dug into the skin of your thigh as he mewled and enjoyed the warmth of his body. "I'm gonna release in my sweats, you want that?" He whispered, near his high. You scoff and click your tongue, getting off him and walking to the bedroom and into the shower.

"Fuck, when this punishment ends?!" He screams, frustrated, and hears you laugh. The typical evil laugh. It's almost insane and psychotic about the way you laugh, but again, he loves it. He loves the insanity you bring to him. When you leave him all stranded and frustrated, the pain is euphoric. "Tonight!"

***

"Tonight?" The other line of the phone echoes as the woman smiles. "Yes, tonight. You forgot? It's my birthday today jung-hee! I told you a week ago about this party, didn't I?" Jung hee sighed, "Yeah you did, I just forgot. I'm sorry, mom." She said as the woman smiled. "It's alright, tell namjoon to come with you. Jimin and I haven't invited a lot of people, don't worry."

Jung hee hums, "Yeah, I'll tell him. Don't worry we'll be there. At least we'll try to. How's Jay and jimin?" She asked, cluttering noises on the side. The woman, park Jin Young furrowed her brows, "What are you doing, Park Jung Hee?" She questioned, "I'm applying my lipstick, why?" Jinyoung smiled, "They're good obviously." Jung-hee hums, "Good to know that. I'll try—" "Ms. Park, your tea." The butler served Jinyoung her afternoon tea as she grinned.

"Thank you, Jin." He smiled fondly at her. "My pleasure." She took a sip and beamed in satisfaction. "Jin, tonight. Don't forget to enjoy. Bring a woman if you have one, I'm turning fifty. It's a birthday party from me." She smiled kindly at the young, handsome man in front. He returned the warmth in his smile and nodded his head curtly, "I won't forget to dress good and enjoy." She smiled and ordered him to leave before returning to the phone call.

"Ah, yes, my dear?" She heard Jung Hee clear her throat. "Nothing Mom, I need to go now. I'll meet you tonight." "Alright sweetie, goodbye." She smiled and hung up.

***

Jung hee sighed and put her phone away. "Stop smoking, namjoon. It suffocates me." She reminds her boyfriend, who was smoking cigarettes on the balcony. "And that's why I'm smoking." He answered back, blowing out smoke and walking to his girlfriend. Holding her chin and placing deep sloppy kisses on her lips, ruining her lipstick and making her cough a little. He pulled away with a smooch and smiled at her.

"We need to go home tonight, are you even gonna ask for my hand?" She almost rolled her eyes in annoyance while saying that. Namjoon grits his teeth and smiles at her, almost painfully. "Of course I will, you don't trust me?" He asked, gently caressing her cheeks. She gulped, "can I be honest?" She had asked as he hummed, "of course." Raising his eyebrows, Jung hee sighed, "I feel that you're playing with my feelings, namjoon. But I know it's not the truth, I just feel it that way because we got together you know after...hooking up maybe? That's why I'm building trust issues. You won't play with my feelings, I know that." She smiled and licked her lips, "right?"

Namjoon looked into her eyes and smiled. "You doubt me, Jung hee?" Her smile faded, "N-no...I didn't...I didn't mean that!" She stood up from her chair as namjoon scoffed and placed a cigarette between his teeth. "That's exactly what you mean." He said rolling his eyes lying on the bed and lighting the cigarette before blowing out smoke. "Don't you think you should receive some punishment for disrespecting me, baby? You don't trust me I see..." he said, staring at the ceiling.

Jung hee inhaled in temper, "We are going home tonight, together!" She huffed before storming out, namjoon chuckled, "Yeah..you and your fucking stupidity together are going to that grandma. A fucking bitch."

***

"This bitch must stay out of the plan. Remember hobi, we don't want to hurt anyone else just kill this oldie and pretend like others, got it?" Her long nails tapped on the whiteboard as hoseok rolled his eyes. "You still didn't clear who is killing and who is disposing, hyesoo," He said and took a bite of the apple as she cleared her throat and folded her hands on her chest.

"Now that's an issue. Hear me out." She stuck a photo of a handsome young man on the whiteboard, beside Jinyoung's. "Who's he now?" Her brother questioned, "he is v, a famous jazz singer. Jimin," she pointed her marker to another stuck picture, "hired him for tonight as a surprise to Jin-young." Hoseok shook his head, "And what about that?"

Hyesoo exhaled, "he will be having an act where he shuts the lights off. You," she drags her marker along the map, "will go here, knock off that goddamn butler or whoever the fuck there anyone is, and completely turn off the lights of the whole bungalow. Got it? And till then, Jin Young will be unconscious and dragged to her bedroom by me. I will try to kill her there as soon as possible but just in case I can't, you will. You have to either stab her, choke her, or shoot her I don't care! If not me, you will kill Park Jin Young tonight. Got it?"

Hoseok nodded, "But what about the body? What we will do about it?" Hye Soo sighed, "That's an issue. and that's what I've been wondering." Hoseok hummed and took the marker from his sister's hand, "the lake. No one would know." He said but she shook her head, "Who will take the body there? It's in the woods. A little far away from the house."

Hoseok thought for a moment, "I can do that. But you have to take care of the scene. I will park my car near this window," he pointed at the house, "You have to throw the body outside and I'll catch it in the catering service truck. drive to the lake and throw it off before coming back again. But for the time, you have to manage the scene and clear any evidence of us."

Hyesoo licked her lips, her heart thumping slightly loud. Just a bit. "Take a knife with you. If you drown the body, it must have holes or it will float. We at least need a day to Escape South Korea, Hoseok. A single mistake will ruin our lives." She said as Hoseok nodded. "I know it will. But I'm very keen for tonight." He smiled.