Built To Slaughter // Yoonmin

Chapter 2: A Killer Night Out

Phantom walks through the house, his butcher knife screeching across the wall. Spreading blood on it as he stares down the doors passing.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are." He sang, a sick grin on his face that was hidden underneath his mask.

Phantom started skipping but stopped at one room. A small whimper was heard. His head snapped in that direction and busted the door open with his foot, moaning at the scream coming from the woman.

"Ah... there you are!" Phantom lifted his- or well her sunglasses up and stepped forward smiling.

"G-Ge-Get a-a-awa-away m-mo-monster-r." He lifted his eyebrows and put the knife over his heart.

"That hurts." He pouts, but then threw his knife at the woman. "Bullseye." Phantom grinned watching her body fall with the butcher knife stuck in her head, the blood dripping down her wide eyes. "That'll teach you to call me a slut." He took another knife that was strapped to his leg and started carving over her eyes. Putting X's over them before ransacking the house. Grabbing whatever he wanted, mostly jewelry, clothes, and all her food.

"Perfect." Phantom jumped out the window and skipped to his car, taking his gloves off in the process of getting behind the wheel to drive home.

An abandoned building that had leaves growing all over it. A tree that had fallen, was leaning against his home making it sometimes disappear into its surrounding.

When he walked in, he saw someone standing in the corner.

"It's just me Jisung." (A/n: the NCT Dream one) 

"Oh." The teen came out from the shadows and jogged over to look into the bag. "Who'd you kill?"

"Just a woman." Jisung takes out some bread and sat down on the ground, popping a slice into his mouth. "Take your time on this," Jimin warns and then started to walk to their couch, organizing the many blankets, board games, and even the beanbags before laying down with a sigh.

To his left there was a table covered with different types of knives, guns, and bats, even the wall had the same decorations, and below that were gym mats stuck together; to help with training the new generation.

"Jimin, look I can finally do the splits!" The said male lifted his head and watched the younger go into the splits.

"Wow, look at that! I am so proud of you!" Jimin says with a big smile and finally rips off his mask, showing how proud he was of the teen.

"Wh-When can I go out with you?"

"You can come with me next time, now let's see if you got better with your knives." Jisung's eyes lit up with a spark and he rushed to grab a long switchblade, twirling it around his fingers to get comfortable with the weight.

"I can hit a bullseye now and not the wall!" Jimin hummed, picking up a similar knife the younger boy did and both started walking in circles with smirks on their faces.

"Remember I have to help you with your math later on so once you're getting tired tell me." The younger nods and leaps forward, his knife stretching out forward.

Jimin jumped out of the way, grabbing Jisungs arm, and twisted it to make the boy fly over his shoulder.

The teen slightly groaned but was quick to swipe Jimin's leg and press his knife to the elder's neck.

"Got you!" Jisung suddenly frowned and looked down to see the other's knife pressing against where his lungs were. "Man." He pouts and leans back onto his calves.

"You still did well. I am very proud of you and how you've grown."

"Really?" Jimin nods and puts his hand through his hair.