Namjoon smiled upon seeing the person that everyone was waiting for to appear, and he quickly rushed to introduce him.

He brought the microphone to his mouth, with a big smile. While Taehyung was trying to see the clown.

—Ladies and gentlemen, it's a pleasure for me, present our best star, the most feared and loved by everybody. With you, the clown, Jungkook.—The presenter of the circus smiled, stepping aside to show the person that he just named, while the public clapped and celebrated his presence.

The man did a reverence, for later accomodate correctly and smile at the public, a superiority smile, believing he is the best at the circus, the best among everyone who was there.

Taehyung looked curious at that clown, he wasn't in the typical wig, his face wasn't completely made up, he only had a red line painted under his right eye. That boy didn't look like a clown at all, but the brown-haired man hoped at least it would be funny.

And of course it would be fun....

He was a little far from where the clown was, so he couldn't see his face very well, but apparently the man was looking for someone with his eyes and when he found him, he smiled, pointing at that person.

It seems Jungkook chose his first show of the night— the presenter smiled and everyone clapped again and shouted with emotion.

His first show? Taehyung didn't understand what he meant by that, so he just watched as the person "chosen" by the clown came down from his place, his face was serious, as if he didn't care that he was chosen for the show. What caught Taehyung's attention the most was that the man was near his seat. So he asked himself, I will be part of the next show?

—Ok, boy, what's your name?—The presenter asked him, bringing his microphone closer, waiting for an answer.

—Park Bogum...—he answered reluctantly, with a lost look.

—Friends, Bogum will do a sacrifice for our fun this night, let's be grateful!—he raised his voice while bringing Bogum closer to Jungkook.

The public started to clap and scream the Bogum's name, as if they were cheering it on. Meanwhile, Jungkook made a signal with his hand, and quickly two boys brought a type of bed to the middle of the stage.

One of the boys did little jumps until reach Bogum, his lips were painted purple, his face had different parts in white, black and purple, the clothes were the same colors, his hair was blonde, short stature and his smile was flirtatious.

Jungkook moved his head in the direction of Bogum, and the blond made a big smile. The other who brought the bed disappeared, Taehyung hadn't noticed.

—Jungkook wants Kitty to decide what he'll do in the show. Are you agree?—Asked the presenter, all of them accepted that suggestion without hesitation.

The blond played with the Bogum's hair, without removing his smile,it seemed like he was thinking something. And the other guy just he let himself be touched, he didn't even look at him.

Kitty walked again, with childish jumps, to Jungkook and whispered something in his ear.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, he wasn't understanding anything, and ended up frowning when he saw Bogum lying down and tied up in the bed. People scream and celebrated, other just watched in silence, while the boy the boy who was in the bed just closed his eyes.

The brown-haired was alarmed when he saw Jungkook with an axe in his hand, smiling at the public, while he walked to the bed.

And then, Taehyung finally understood a thing, while Jungkook held the ax ready for do some harm, he understood that this circus was totally different from the rest.

The ax came down quickly, digging into the side of the bed, being only inches from Bogum's face, and Taehyung felt that his soul had left his body for a few seconds when he witnessed the scene. Jungkook didn't really mean to hurt him, did he?

Jungkook took up the ax again, smiling a little, stroked its edge and glanced at Bogum.

—Fuck, shit. Yes, he will do it.—Taehyung spoke to himself, wondering what he should do.

On the one hand he wanted to run and help the boy, but on the other he didn't want someone to cut his head off with an ax, he was confused and scared. He wondered every two seconds: What kind of circus does these things?

—Don't play with me, kill me the fucking time!—Shouted Bogum as he looked at Jungkook.

The man raised an eyebrow when he heard how he had just yelled at him, if there was one thing Jungkook hated, it was being yelled at, and that guy would have the opposite of what he was asking for, his death would be slow and painful. Why? Because Jungkook wanted it that way, and also, because no one would raise his voice, much less in front of his audience.

He decided to ignore what Kitty asked him to do, which was to drive the ax into the middle of his chest, he wanted to do something better, something more entertaining.

He took the ax and cut off Bogum's right hand, causing him to scream of pain, the people around him celebrated his action, while Taehyung covered his face, he had to do something, he wanted to do something. But his body seemed to be paralyzed, and the trembling in his hands was present.

Jungkook walked to the other side of the bed, and smiled when he saw Bogum cry, he raised the ax again, and slammed it down, cutting his other hand this time, blood splattered his face, and his smile increased more for that, he watched the blood fall to the ground and Bogum felt weaker and sore.

People cheered again, shouting Bogum's name multiple times, with support and excitement in their tone of voice.

Taehyung screamed in horror, earning the gaze of Namjoon, who was passing by, he quickly raised an eyebrow, he had never seen that boy before, nor did he see him at the entrance. He knew something was wrong, so he quickly signaled to Kitty and another mint-haired fellow, hinting that they should come closer.

The clown replaced his ax with a knife, and without even thinking about it, he positioned it on the left side of Bogum's chest, beginning to lower the knife gently and slowly, applying pressure, until making a large wound, the boy was still alive, spitting blood, he had only a few seconds to live, and in those seconds, he felt Jungkook reach into his chest, ripping out his heart without mercy.

Taehyung resisted his urge to scream loudly, crying silently, he couldn't believe that someone had been killed and he hadn't intervened. He felt like the worst person in the world. But it wasn't his fault, he couldn't do anything, they would kill him before reaching the stage.

He had to get out of there immediately.

And Taehyung would have walked away, if it weren't for a short blond boy behind his back, and he hit him on the head with an object, rendering him unconscious.

On the other hand Jungkook observed that action, while juggling with Bogum's hands and heart, his face filling with blood as well as his hands, entertaining the audience. And even though all eyes were on him, he could only think about who the hell the boy was who was unconscious in Kitty's arms.