bob the builder. [1/1]
pairing: taemin/minho (again none of this romantical bzns. I KNOW. I'M SADDENED TOO. ughnaflkad.
rating: pg-13
warning(s): character death! :D disturbing images, yadah yadah
genre: ...horror? .__.
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a/n: WHOOOOOO. So here is Minho's little death fic. ;D Again foooooor Zazu! I hope you like it, baby cakes! ;-; And if it fails you can push me off a balcony. A one story balcony, if you don't mind. xD OMG. And thank you to Kayla, my very own ALIVE Kibum, for helping me sort things out for this fic. I LUH YOU GURL.
Bob the Builder, can we fix it? Bob the Builder, yes we can!
bob the builder.
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Minho ran the comb through his hair absent mindedly, before toweling it once more (which, in all honesty, really kind of defeated the purpose of combing it). Something was really wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Minho looked around the room, his eyes landing on Jinki's bed.
Where is Jinki-hyung?
When Minho woke up at around five-thirty that morning their leader was no where to be seen. "Probably out jogging," Taemin suggested, with a cute little yawn. But as Minho glances at the digital clock on the night stand next to their bunks (it read 11:23), he had a strong feeling that something was going on. And it wasn't good. Or maybe, just maybe, he was being paranoid, and he needed to stop staying up late to watch The Twilight Zone with Jonghyun.
Minho really did believe it was just the late nights talking, and decided some of Kibum's cooking was in order. He smiled slightly at the thought of Kibum walking about, flailing his ladle around and yelling at Jonghyun about something or other.
He walked out the room, dumping his dirty clothes in the hamper at the end of the hall. When he entered the living room, all was quiet.
The tv was off and so was the stereo. "Kibum-hyung...?" Minho's heart seemed to speed up, and he didn't understand why. He was probably doing something in the kitchen. Yeah, no need to get all weired out. Minho made his way towards the kitchen, side stepping the coffee table. "Kibum, do you need-" The boy's heart stopped dead and his blood turned to ice in his veins.
There was Kibum on the tile floor, head tilted back, mouth open, and face horribly burned and skeletal like. Minho gagged and covered his mouth, stumbling back. "H-Hyung..." Minho choked back a sob, his mind going a hundred miles an hour, not knowing where to turn or how to stop. And then his eyes met Kibum's glazed ones and he saw something there.
Run.
Minho couldn't get his heart going again. He had to call the police, an ambulence, maybe-
A warm breeze caught his attention. He whirled around, body stiffening; ready for an attack should one happen. There was no one. But Minho knew that the glass door to the balcony had been closed when he came into the living room...
Hadn't it?
Minho didn't dare look back at Kibum's body; he didn't want to see that almost pleading warning in his lifeless eyes. He carefully walked towards the balcony door, pushing the blinds away and stepping into the warm summer day's embrace. Taemin was leaning on the railing, looking out towards the busy street and parking lot below. Minho was relieved that it was just him. "T-Taemin, we have to call the police, Kibum-"
Taemin turned to face Minho with an innocent smile, eyebrows raised. "Morning, Minho-hyung. You look as though you've just seen a dead body."
Minho's eyes widened, and a swift wind picked up, ruffling both boys' hair. Minho lurched forward, grabbing Taemin's shirt collar, and roughly brought him to eye level. "What the fuck did you do, Taemin?" he hissed angrily. Taemin's smile only grew. "I don't know what you're talking about. All I did was give Kibum-umma a hand in the kitchen. I was being a good little dongsaeng."
Minho dropped Taemin and took a step back. "How could you just..." Minho shook his head. He couldn't understand. Then something dawned on him. His eyes flashed.
"Where is Jinki?"
Taemin's eyes seemed to sparkle. "Where I want him to be." the boy leaned in towards Minho, who flinched back slightly, which ellicited a low chuckle from Taemin. "Besides, I think you should really be worrying about yourself right now, hyung." In a flash, Taemin was swinging the hammer towards Minho's head. But Minho was quick; he ducked stumbling a bit as Taemin moved, elbowing the boy's lip harshly.
"Fuck," he breathed, leaning against the railing, eyes fixed on Taemin, he wiped the blood from his lip with a shakey hand. Taemin twirled the hammer within his hands, looking thoughtful. "Jinki is mine, hyung." Taemin murmured, cold eyes meeting Minho's. Taemin charged at the older boy throwing all his weight, knocking Minho farther back over the railing. Taemin saw Minho's eyes widen as he tried to scramble and reach for Taemin, but the boy merely swung the hammer into Minho's side; earning a satisfying crack, and causing him to cry out in pain and finally topple over the edge.
Taemin smiled happily and turned on his heel moving towards the door and...
He paused, smile fading, and waited. It was silent, save for the swish! of cars passing along the street across from them. Taemin whirled around, eyes blazing and they locked onto two pale, long fingered hands; knuckles bone white as they strained to hold onto the metal.
Taemin smirked as he approached the edge and met Minho's wide, and pained eyes. He was breathing heavily, no doubt his ribs were sapping his strength. Taemin shook his head, hand tightening around the hammer, raising it. "You should have died the first time, Minho. Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go..." he giggled and swiftly brought the hammer down onto the first two fingers of Minho's left hand. The boy yelled out in agony and Taemin's smile widened.
"I'm sorry, hyung. Did that hurt?" he brought the hammer down again, causing Minho to slip a bit, and let out another half scream; tears streaming down his cheeks. His fingers were a hideous blue, purple and puffing terribly and he could only hold on with his right hand. Taemin pouted slightly. This was taking too long. Jonghyun-hyung would be home soon and he needed to make sure everything was ready for him.
"Annyeonghee gasaeyo, Minho." And swung the hammer onto Minho's shoulder, another crack eminatting from the blow. And Minho let go of the rail with a pained gasp. Taemin held his breath, waiting for-
A dull, yet still heavy and audible thud was heard as bone and muscle, and peeked over the railing. Seven stories down, Minho lay on his back.
Arms and legs splayed out, his left leg twisted and bent at an angle that caused the bone of his shin to split the skin, justting out- crimson staining his grey sweatpants. His right arm was folded beneath him and seemed almost seperate from his body. Blood began to pool, thick and dark around Minho's head, sopping his hair and coloring his shirt; stark contrast to the white of the fabric. His eyes were wide with fear and glazed. His mouth closed, blood trickling from his lips.
Taemin's smile widened as be backed away, and walked back into their dorm, closing the door behind him. Wouldn't want to raise the electric bill. He replaced the hammer to its rightful place, and shoved Kibum's body out of the way. Taemin glanced at the clock. He had some time to kill. He poured himself a glass of milk, and then settled himself on the couch, flipping on the television to some sitcom. Somewhere outside, a woman screamed.
Taemin brought the glass to his lips, and giggled.
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