AUTHOR’S POV

Taehyung and Jungkook were at the dark alley.

They counted the money they got from the kids in school.

“That Jimin brought a lot of money to school,” Jungkook said.

Taehyung pulled the money from the younger.

“This is mine,” Taehyung smiled.

“No! We can sh-,” Jungkook stopped himself and hit Taehyung a few times.

Taehyung turned around to see where Jungkook pouted his mouth to.

Taehyung smirked and went to the man followed by Jungkook.

The man was slightly shorter than both of them.

“I got no money to buy books. Can you give me some?” Taehyung asked and put his hand around the man’s shoulder.

“No,” he said.

Jungkook smirked. “Then we should give you something.”

That’s the last word from them before they passed out.

The man grunted as he placed the boys on the ground.

They woke up and panicked.

With their hands and feet tied how can they move?

With their mouths taped how can they scream?

They couldn’t.

The boys pleaded and mumbled through the thick tape.

The man cupped his ear to listen clearer.

“I can’t hear you,” the man sang like the captain in Spongebob Squarepants.

Then, he laughed in the most maniac way the boys ever heard.

He took a canister and showered the boys with it’s contain.

He mocked the boys’ sounds as the gasoline hit their body.

He laughed again.

The man took out a lighter and a box of firecrackers stick.

He lit one of the firecrackers.

The colourful fire sparks and he twirled it around.

He jogged around the boys like a kid.

“You want this?” he shoved the firecracker towards the boys.

Their screams muffled behind the tape and they shook their head.

The man’s face changed.

“Nobody can refuse me,” he said and lit up the lighter.

He dropped it on the gasoline and fire started.

The fire caught Taehyung and Jungkooks’ body.

The man threw some woods into the fire and got his hands nearer the heat.

“A warm night, isn’t it?”

There were no more sounds from the boys.

Only some skeletons and ashes remained.

“Bultaoreune.”

“Sweet dream, kids.”