Mochis

The dorm was quiet, the sun illuminated through the windows and the seven members of BTS were occupied. Some of their pets (Yeontan, Gukmul, Odeng, Rap Mon, Holly and Mickey) were socializing together. Their owners were killing some time to relieve stress. All except rapper Suga, also known as Min Yoongi. Yoongi locked himself in his studio to work on some songs and write lyrics. He placed his phone on mute to prevent distractions from the sound of his SMS ringing. He hugged a plush head of Chimmy, inhaling the scent left by his friend Jimin. He was trapped in his own little world.

Suddenly, Yoongi remembered to be in a certain member's dorm. He was supposed to be with Jimin in a few minutes. Yoongi got so caught up in producing that he nearly forgotten that Jimin had asked to see him in the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon. Jimin hadn't said why or what they'd be doing, but Yoongi knew that with Jimin, it could be anything. Yoongi wasn't sure if he really wanted to leave his studio, though. He was so engaged with producing that he thought about blowing the vocalist (not in THAT way) off to continue mixing. But the rapper's conscience got the better of him. He knew that it would hurt Jimin's feelings; after all, Jimin had said it was going to be something special exclusively for the both of them. "Why not?" the rapper thought. What did he have to lose? It might be prank, considering the fact that the vocalist is part of the maknae line. Yoongi decided to save his work and speedwalked for his appointment.

When Yoongi walked down to the dorm kitchen, he was immediately greeted by his host, who was bouncing in excitement. "Hyung! You're here! I thought you forgot!" said the young vocalist.

"Sorry Jimin-ah. I was mixing some songs and lost track of time." The rapper apologized.

Jimin giggled in response. "That's okay, hyung! What's important is that you're here now. What's a few more minutes? I'm sooo excited about thinking of the fun stuff we would do together!"

Yoongi laughed uncomfortably. Hanging with a maknae meant they would sometimes be hyper. He appreciated Jimin's friendly and outgoing personality but his overenthusiam almost creeped out the rapper. Yoongi, however, maintained a straight face. Whatever Jimin planned, it would be good.

"Ready hyung? We're gonna have sooo much fun!" The vocalist said.

The rapper psyched himself up. "So what are we doing? Sleep together? Or want me to mix something for you?"

"MAKING MOCHIS!" Jimin announced.

Yoongi felt disappointed at that. "Seriously? Jiminie, you know that I'm not good at making sweets. Remember what happened last time? Jin-hyung scolded us."

"That's not a problem, Yoongi-hyung! I just need your help. I'll be the one doing most of the work," Jimin explained.

Yoongi thought about it for a moment. "Hm, alright. What do you want me to do?"

"Yay! Here you go." Jimin handed Yoongi a red mochi.

The rapper was puzzled. "I thought I was...?"

"You will! I made this one before you arrived!"

"You mean taste-testing?"

"Maybe..." The vocalist said.

The rapper shrugged and took a bite of it. He chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad, not bad at all. He could taste the faint flavor of cherries.

"What's next?" Yoongi asked.

"Now," Jimin informed him. "Go to sleep, hyung."

Confused, Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but instantly felt light headed. Suddenly, he felt dizzy, everything around him seem to spin and seconds later, he collapsed.

When the rapper awoke, he found himself in the vocalist's bedroom. He tried to shake his head but found that it was held by a leather strap. He struggled to move but his limbs were restricted to different parts of the bed, his legs spread apart. Yoongi's fingers were the only ones not tied down and he frantically scratched the straps in an attempt to escape. As he writhed, Jimin suddenly appeared.

"Hyung! You're awake! Now we can get started," Jimin stated gleefully. He bounded into the darkness and quickly reappeared, pushing a small cart with its contents covered by a cloth.

"Jimin! What's going on?! I can't move!" Yoongi cried urgently.

"Well, duh, you're tied down." Jimin chided. "I don't think anyone needs to tell you that."

"But...why? What's happening? I thought I was gonna help you make mochis?"

"Hyung, you ARE helping! I ran out of special ingredients, that's why I need you to get more."

"S-Special ingredient?" The rapper was breathing heavily and began to panic. "What special ingredient?"

The vocalist giggled. "You!"

Yoongi's eyes widened at the thought and his face had fear written all over it. All of a sudden, he began to laugh. "Is this one of your pranks again, Jiminie? If so, you got me good. Tricking me into turning me into a mochi? Best prank in your log. Honestly."

Jimin giggled in response. "Thanks, Yoongi-hyung. However, I didn't do any pranks with Taehyung-ssi and Jungkook-ah so I can't accept your praise."

Yoongi struggled again. "J-Jimin, please, this isn't funny..."

"Then why were you laughing?" Before the rapper could answer, the vocalist swiftly removed the cloth from the cart. On the cart was a tray containing sharp medical tools and knives, disturbingly sharp to be specific and a huge medical bag.

Yoongi was now in full panic mode. He was starting to hyperventilate at the thought of being sliced open. His mind raced as he tried to reason with Jimin. "Jimin! You can't do this! I'm your friend!"

"I know, maybe more than friends? That's why I'm so happy to have you with me alone. We get to share your final moments, just you and me." Jimin was skipping.

"But, who's gonna complete the rap line! What if other artists want me to collab for them!" Yoongi cried out in desperation.

"Oh, hyung," Jimin assured. "Don't worry, we have Jungkook. He can rap too. Besides, no one will find out. I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this?" And with that, he switched his room's lights on, revealing the rest of the room.

Yoongi gasped in horror at the sight. The room had a typical Jimin vibe but what was disturbing was that there were dried up guts scattered on a table. Some heads of artists he knew (some were idols he's friends with) were on the same table with their eyes closed, as if they were sleeping, with sweet treats stuffed in their mouths. Yoongi screamed upon recognizing that one of the heads belonged to Kihyun, dear Kihyun of Monsta X. He didn't even want to think the pain Kihyun went when he was tortured.

Yoongi's attention was brought back by a certain idol's penguin plush, which was obviously stolen, poking his nose. The rapper recognized it as Kyungsoo's penguin plush, knowing that he, too, suffered the same fate. He gasped at Jimin's appearance. The vocalist was wearing the uniform from the Dope era, except the white top was covered entirely in blood from other idols, male and female.

"Like it?" Jimin asked. "Red made it even better, I never told you I love the color red."

Desperately, Yoongi pleaded with the smiling vocalist before him. "Jiminie, please, I'm sorry if I did anything to you in the past. I didn't mean it. Please let me go. I won't tell anybody..."

"Oh, hyung, you didn't do anything wrong...except for the time you rubbed my abs in the bathtub but forget that. It's just that your number came up and, well, I don't make rules. No turning back now, Yoongi."

Yoongi was tearing up. How could he do such thing?

"Aw, don't be sad, hyung." Jimin said. "Look, I bet this'll cheer you up. I brought you a friend."

Out of nowhere, Jimin produced a familiar plush. A normal bear but if you knew Japan, you'd recognize it.

Yoongi gasped. "K-Kumamon! What are you doing with him? Put him down!" He pleaded.

"Hi Yoongi, let's hang together. Aren't you getting sick of the pressure being a Korean pop idol? Lame lame lame," Jimin mimicked. "Don't be sad, Yoongi. Kumamon is here to make you happy, see? You love him like how you love me. Remember that mascot you hugged while we were in Japan? I never knew the person inside the costume was tasty. He was quite strong but I managed to get him under my control. He threatened to call the officials but he kept on spilling threats so I had to cut his tongue. Bad language means bad feelings, hyung!"

Yoongi didn't have anything to say. All he could do was sob and writh in his tight bounds.

"Anyways," Jimin said with an air of finality, "enough flashbacks, let's begin!"

Putting Kumamon down, the vocalist grabbes a pair of scissors and a scalpel and walked over to the rapper's right side. With no hesitation, Jimin snipped off a part of Yoongi's pants, exposing his glorious SNSD legs. Placing the blade on the top of his outer thigh, Jimin made a small incision and began to cut the rapper. Yoongi screamed in pain and tried to pull away, but the braces held him in place. Finishing the incision from stopping at the knee, Jimin grabbed a curved skinning knife. Staring at the incision, he worked it under Yoongi's skin and sliced the outer thigh away from the muscle.

Yoongi ground his teeth tightly as he watched his flesh be peeled. Jimin moved to the other side and repeated the process on Yoongi's left thigh. Once he finished, Jimin held up both of the skins and licked his lips, knowing that they would be perfect for pounding. The rapper just whimpered. His legs burned like nothing he had felt before.

Placing the sliced thighs down, Jimin selected a large butcher knife and walked towards Yoongi's head area. Upon seeing how sharp the knife was made Yoongi's cat ears appear. Whenever the rapper felt scared, he would fall into a tiny persona he developed called "lil meow meow", named after what the ARMYs called him sometimes.

"Aww, how cute." Jimin cooed, scratching one of the ears. "Hope you don't mind if I use those too, hyung," He laughed. He grabbed Yoongi's left ear with his pointer and middle finger and played with it for a few seconds then yanking it back. Then, stretching the ear out, the vocalist brought the blade down hard at the base. Instantly, Yoongi screamed as tears flowed down his eyes and thrashed in his appendage. The movement threw off Jimin's aim. He tried to mark again but missed, and instead carved a huge scar into the rapper's scalp.

"Hyung, you have to stay still or I'll keep missing," Jimin scolded as Yoongi howled.

Jimin took another whack and hit his target. He swung again and again. Blood sprayed into the air, but the vocalist realized he wasn't getting anywhere. The blade wasn't going through the tough muscle.

"Guess I forgot to sharpen it." Jimin stated matter-of-factly as he tossed the knife over his shoulder, embedding the blade in the table. Through the haze of pain and tears, Yoongi heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.

"Found it! Hey Yoongi-hyung, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn't hack; hacking is what criminals do online. This is a saw. I don't get it."

Cushioning the rapper's head, the vocalist placed the tool over the mangled flesh of the last attempt. Bending down to the bed's height, he worked the saw back and forth. It sliced effortlessly through the muscle. The feeling of the jagged teeth grinding into his head made Yoongi want to vomit. He watched numbly as his ear fell to the side and landed with a soft plop on the bed. Jimin moved to the next ear and started sawing. Yoongi didn't struggle this time; he'd given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams of agony. Abrupty, the sawing paused. The vocalist was only half way done, the ear hanging off by a silver.

"Hey Yoongi," He piped up. "Think fast!"

Suddenly, Jimin yanked the ear as hard as he could. The muscle tore but the rapper's skin on his scalp held, then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way from his head to the part where it stopped on his normal human ears. His body seized at the unexpected trauma. As his body tensed up, Yoongi felt warm blood flow down his scalp, staining his beautiful minty green hair and his loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch his breath, Yoongi blacked out.

Yoongi awoke with a gasp. The smell of iron from his blood filled his nose. As his vision swam into focus, he saw a very pouty Jimin removing a large adrenaline needle from his arm. Stomping his feet, the frustrated Jimin lashed out at his helpless victim.

"Didn't your mother and father teach you any manners? Hyung, you fairly know it's very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would YOU like it if I came over to your dorm and went to sleep?! 'Oh, I'm sorry Jiminie, you're so boring, I think I'll take a nap.' You think I like always doing this by myself?! I told you how excited I got when I found out you were next! I was excited to have one of my closest friends be here with me while I worked! But NOOOOO!!! You've got to be inconsiderate! You know, I thought you were the tough hyung I knew since debut! I thought you could handle anything! I've had little ARMYs stand up better than you! Do I have to baby you?! Huh?! Is that how you want me to remember you?! As a baby?!?!"

As Jimin stopped to catch his breath, Yoongi blinked and sobbed softly. His head was in agony, his thighs were on fire and there was an intense pain in one of his legs. As he blinked again, he saw Jimin pop something red into his mouth and began to chew. Noticing Yoongi's stare, Jimin quicky gulped the morsel down.

"What?" The vocalist asked. "Oh, this?" He held up another piece. "Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg; you don't taste bad. Wanna try some?"

Without waiting for a response, Jimin shoved the strip of meat into the revolted rapper's mouth. Yoongi gagged and immediately spat it out. Jimin frowned and picked up the chunk of flesh. "If you didn't want it, you could have said so." He contemplated the discarded morsel then gulped it up. "It's not like you haven't had my mochis before."

Swallowing, the vocalist turned his attention to a small can on the tray. He removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top of the coals were several large nails. As the adrenalin filled his veins, Yoongi began to panic again. Picking up the can, Jimin walked over to Yoongi's left side. Holding some tongs with his free hand, the vocalist carefully picked up a nail with his other hand and positioned it on his victim's open palm. He then grabbed a hammer and took careful aim.

"No Jiminie!" Yoongi screamed. "NO! NO!!"

The hammer came down and the nail punctured Yoongi's skin. The white hot burning was too much. Yoongi screamed as he pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing his raw skin to rub and tear. Jimin tried to line up another nail but couldn't find his aim and let out a frustrated grunt. When he brought the hammer back to take a wild swing, the rapper burst out crying and begging.

"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!! PLEASE STOP!!!"

The vocalist rolled his eyes. Putting down the hammer and tongs, he walked back in front of the rapper and stared pensively at the broken Monsta X member. Kihyun didn't even cry this much when he had a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. Jimin thought for a minute about what to do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration.

Cushioning the rapper, Jimin laid Yoongi in a comfortable position then moved to his bare feet, bringing the can with him. Picking up his tools, Jimin drove a searing hot spike of metal directly into Yoongi's foot. As Yoongi yelled in pain, Jimin moved around and drove a second nail into the other foot. Next, Jimin went back and located an enormous battery and controller, which he dragged over to where he was working. The vocalist tied copper wires between the terminals and nails driven into the rapper's feet. "Hold on tight, hyung!" Jimin winked and flipped the switch.

Electricity rocketed through Yoongi's body. He reacted immediately; his body seized and his muscles snapped taut. Yoongi's hips thrusted upwards, his eyes rolled back and he let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Jimin giggled and danced in place, then reached down and turned up the juice. Yoongi convulsed uncontrollably and more blood flowed down his scalp.

After about five minutes, Jimin shut off the power. Wisps of steam rose from the signed skin around Yoongi's hands and feet and the area reeked of cooked flesh and burned enamel. Jimin caressed the now-pale rapper's cheeks and slapped him back to attention.

"Yoongi? Hyung! Yoongi-hyung, wake up!" Yoongi moaned in response and managed to give a weak sound of acknowledgement. Jimin studied his handiwork, then reached into the medical bag and produced a large syringe. "Alright hyung! Time for the last round!"

Yoongi focused blearily on the needle, which Jimin took as a question to what it was.

"This? It's a little something to take the pain away." Jimin informed as he walked to Yoongi's head area. Yoongi flinched as Jimin jabbed the needle into his neck. Moving in front of the rapper, Jimin leaned down and elaborated.

"In a few moments, you won't be able to feel any pain in your entire body. Then you'll be able to stay awake and watch the harvest."

Yoongi started to cry again. "J-Jimin?" He choked out.

"Yeah?"

"I want to get out," The rapper sobbed.

"Yeah yeah, I can see why you want to do that." The vocalist replied. "Sometimes, I just wanna give up and say 'I'm done with this mess' and go to bed. But you know what, hyung? You can't shrug off your responsibilities. You've got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That's the only way you're gonna get ahead in life."

Yoongi hung his head and cried.

Minutes passed as the drug took effect. Eventually, Yoongi was completely numb from his body to his legs. At this point, Jimin approached with scissors. Glancing at Yoongi and smiling, Jimin began to cut his shirt, exposing the rapper's chest. The vocalist grabbed a scalpel and made a long horizontal cut across the rapper's lower stomach, just above the pants (or what remains of it anyway). Moving up Yoongi's body, Jimin made a similar incision on his chest, right above where the heart was. Finally, Jimin made a long vertical cut down, connecting the first two.

"Looks like I got my 'I' on you, Yoongi." Jimin giggled.

With a disturbing sound, the flaps of skin opened. The sight of his own organs (the sight of his own heart beating live was worse) and the lack of feeling caused Yoongi's breathing to intensify. The vocalist carefully sliced open the rapper's abdominal sac and grabbed his large intestines. As he separated the organ from the rest of the digestive tract and pulled it out of the new cavity, Jimin grew jovial. Laughing as he gutted his own bandmate, Jimin began to make jokes (Jin-hyung is such a bad influence, Yoongi always thought). Yoongi, growing weaker from this new source of blood loss, desperately tried to shut out the macabre comedy act.

"Hyung! Hyung!" The vocalist giggled, slinging the intestinal tube around his neck and spraying blood in all directions. "Do you think the stylists-noonas approve of this?"

Reaching back inside, he sliced the smaller intestine off from the bowels. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Jimin filed the slimy organ through his teeth and dragged it back and forth. "Dentists say you gotta floss everyday, Yoongi-hyung."

Yoongi was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing him to fade. Disappointed, Jimin dived back into the rapper's guts, ramping up his routine.

"Don't go yet, Yoongi!" The vocalist started pulling out the rest of the rapper's organs, pausing with each removal. "I know I can be a real pancreas, but you know I'm just kidney with you. You really got to learn to liver it up. Haha, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess you gotta develop a stomach for them."

Jimin placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for a bit longer. "Bagpipes!" He said, placing the end of Yoongi's esophagus in his mouth and the stomach in his armpit. He squeezed and a spurt of acid hit his tongue. "Yuck! Oh hey, look Yoongi! There's your mochi!"

Yoongi didn't hear his tormentor. He had slipped from conciousness minutes ago. Jimin, not yet satisfied, hit Yoongi with another adrenaline shot. The rapper woke up for the last time, his heart pounding. Warm blood flowed out from the wound in his chest in big spurts. His life was already flashing before his eyes.

The vocalist cushioned the rapper and straddled him, his hand on the live beating heart.

"Oh, Yoongi, I'm disappointed. I thought you would last longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. Guess it's my fault! I should've taken it a little slower. Oh well, nice knowing you, hyung!"

With a forceful tug, Jimin ripped out Yoongi's heart, blood spraying everywhere. The last thing Yoongi felt was his fingers tugging the appendages. His lungs struggled for air, watching as his ripped out heart was still beating.

Then he was gone, his eyes closing and never to open again.

Jimin caressed the bleeding heart. He had done a really good job, even keeping the arteries and veins. He smiled as he bent down near his former bandmate's mutilated body and caressed his cheeks, the blood from the vocalist's fingers staining the pale face.

"Too bad you left so soon, we were just getting started." He mused in a sickly sweet voice.

Jimin was sad that his friend was now gone. Yoongi had only lasted for fifty minutes, not nearly as long as Jimin wanted. He looked back at the mutilated body, the last drops of blood being drained into a bucket. Yup, no more Min Yoongi.

As he gazed, Jimin cocked his head. Despite the damage, he could still stitch up the wound, dress him like he was still alive and have a picture. "Hmm..." The vocalist mused. "In fact..." He grabbed his sewing kit and skipped over to the bed where the body laid. The mochis could wait. Jimin had a friend to make.