Strip For Me || AIBXBTS niragi/jimin ✰

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"f-fuck!"

"Oh f-fuck, yes!"

Bang!

"Toss the body. At least she died happy. Fucking whore couldn't even get me off, ugh!" A deep voice growled irritatedly, letting a few more bullets pierce her already paling skin just to let out his frustration only to laugh in the corpse's face.

"And that my friends is how you fuck a woman to death." He joked darkly, pierced tongue slipping from between his red lips to lick them slowly, tauntingly.

Niragi Suguru.

Infamous throughout the Beach for his maniacal demeanor and handy machine gun that always rested on his shoulder. Seems like he might sleep with the thing, honestly.
He felt bored, somewhat lonely even, though he'd never tell a soul. If he did, he'd have to kill em. He longed for a little thrill, something new and exciting despite living in this hell filled with nothing but death that was anything but boring. But what could fill this empty little void?
"I'm bored. Ask Aguni if there's something to do, a traitor to kill, an order to follow." He ordered a man beside him before sauntering out of the thick walled room and around the "utopia".

Perhaps..

A new type of game could satisfy him?

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"I swear to fuck, I just found these jeans!" A voice cursed up to the sky as if someone would hear him and gift him with a new pair of pants. "Fucking dumbass tagger with that dumbass horse mask! Who the fuck even likes horses?! BoJack Horseman wannabes!" He spat, swearing worse than a sailor as he tried to close the large tear in his jeans, grumbling under his breath as he wandered the streets to find a store that was hopefully open already. Breaking in was work he was too tired for, but luckily for him, forever 21 seemed to be in good supply with a door open wide for him. Shopping without needing money was one of the best parts of this world.

Park Jimin.

A curvy, feisty little thing that was more than just well known back in the normal world. He was famous for all the wrong reasons.
Breaking apart families, ruining relationships, and a mouth that the devil himself molded to tell sweet lies and spit not so pretty words from.
Just like our beloved gunman, the little devil was bored, sighing as he checked his visa only to grin happily seeing he'd gotten a few days off from playing another twisted game. However, as his eyes were focused on the screen, another pair happened to be focused on him. Studying his movements. Calculating the perfect time to strike.
Jimin's body was petite, and while he only had a bit of muscle, the man knew he would overpower the boy easily.

And with that,

Jimin's world

went dark.