Death looms over the bed, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin. He watches as the boy below him sleeps, a few stray tears tracking down his plump cheeks. He finds himself wondering why he's crying, what he could be dreaming about. Pushing the thoughts away, he chastises himself.
He didn't come here to ponder the inner workings of Hoseok's mind. He came here for one reason and one reason only: to rid himself of the threat Hoseok posed once and for all.
He hadn't wanted to do this, hadn't wanted to pull another person into this. His first kill was necessary, but this one-this was one that he hadn't anticipated. Gazing down at the boy before him, it was hard to think that he could be a problem. But Death knew different. Deep in the recesses of Hoseok's mind, whether he knew it or not, was the one thing that could endanger the peace he had so carefully sunk back into: knowledge.
The boy probably had no idea what it all meant or that the seemingly harmless dreams would be the one thing that would put him in harms way. It already had once, after all.
The car was supposed to take care of it. He hadn't wanted to get involved. Just one simple push and it was supposed to be over, taken care of. It could have been written off as Hoseok's own clumsiness or just a bump from some stranger on the street. No one would've had any reason to question how he had died. But it didn't work. So now here he was: standing over the boy, weapon clenched in his fist.
Hoseok whimpers in his sleep, a fresh set of tears running down his cheeks. Almost without thinking, he reaches out, catching one of the drops on his fingers. He studies it, admiring the way the droplet reflects the small stream of light that filters in the the window.
His attention is directed back to the bed when Hoseok shifts in his sleep, the springs in his bed groaning under the weight. His eyes follow the tears as they track their way down Hoseok's cheeks. He couldn't help but want to see more of them, to watched as Hoseok begged and cried for his life. Yoongi had been a disappointment, accepting what was going to happen and going quietly. He hadn't even called for help once. But Hoseok- he bet that he would cry, grovelling before him to live.
He doesn't want to kill Hoseok, doesn't want to dirty his hands like that again. But the image of the usually cheerful man, broken and begging before him sent a thrill through him. A small smile lifted his lips as he imagined how Hoseok would cry when struck, how the tears on his cheeks would mix with the blood flowing from his wounds.
It was a shame he wouldn't get to see it. That would require more time, and that was one thing he didn't have. Even now the moon crept lower in the sky, pressuring him to do what needed to be done. Sighing, he tightens his grip on the bat in his hands.
He raises the weapon, ready to swing down-
"What do you think you're doing?"
He lowers the bat and turns, meeting the brown eyes of his Guardians.
Jungkook and Taehyung stand in the corner, their arms crossed in front of their chests as they glare at him disapprovingly.
"We talked about this. No more killing. We couldn't stop you before, and that poor boy paid the price for that," Taehyung chastises, his eyes dropping when he mentions Yoongi.
"Hoseok hasn't even done anything to you. He is innocent. He doesn't even know who you are or anything about you. How could he be a danger to you?" Jungkook places his hands on his hips, trying to rationalize with him.
They didn't understand. They couldn't see it, but he could. Where they saw a helpless man sleeping before him, he saw danger. Danger that everything could come crashing down, that his atrocities would come to light. Sure Hoseok didn't know him, but if left alone, he could. And that was a risk he couldn't take.
He raises the weapon once again-
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A deep voice asks from behind him.
He turns slowly, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he sees the person standing there.
"I asked who you are?" Yoongi says, glaring at him.
"You already know," is all he says, his voice a quiet growl in the dark room.
He turns, walking away, the bat dragging on the ground behind him.
"Show me your face!" Yoongi calls after him.
He ingores the ghost's pleas, exiting the apartment. He should feel disappointed that he didn't carry out his mission, but he couldn't. He didn't get to kill Hoseok tonight, but that just meant he could do it his way.
He smiles as he once again imagines Hoseok's tears stained face, his voice cracking when he cries for help.
He couldn't wait.