Crazily In Love With a Psychopath

13

Yoongi skipped happily as he exited the convenience store with his favorite drink in hand. It was a bright, sunny day, and he was excited to have some time for himself. Roaming around, he spotted a shop advertising chicken wings on sale. Immediately thinking of his hyungs, he decided to go in and buy some. He really loved chicken wings, especially spicy ones that left him a crying mess from the heat.

As he sat in a corner waiting for his order, he looked around the shop. It was big and crowded for a Sunday, bustling with people enjoying their meals and chatting animatedly.

His attention was caught by the TV mounted on the wall. The news flash caught his eye, and he focused on the screen. The news reporter spoke with a grim expression:

"Good afternoon. We interrupt this program for a breaking news update. Earlier today, the body of a young woman was found in a dumpster in a secluded alleyway. Authorities have identified the victim as a local university student who had been missing since September 10. The police report indicates that the victim had been brutally tortured before her death. This marks the latest in a series of similar cases that have left the community in shock and fear. Investigations are ongoing, and we urge anyone with information to come forward."

Yoongi felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the grim report. Missing cases and murders had been on the rise over the past few months, and it was becoming increasingly frightening. The thought of such violence happening so close to home unsettled him deeply.

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of his order. As the server placed the basket of steaming chicken wings in front of him, Yoongi couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

The world outside seemed to be growing darker and more dangerous with each passing day.

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Yoongi walked to Namjoon's house with the box of chicken wings in hand, the weight of the news report still lingering in his mind. As he approached the door, he could already hear the loud chatter and laughter coming from inside. He knocked, and a few seconds later, Jungkook swung the door open, grinning widely.

"Yoongi-hyung! You brought food!" Jungkook exclaimed, grabbing the box from Yoongi's hands.

"Yeah, yeah, let me in first," Yoongi chuckled, stepping inside.

The living room was filled with the familiar faces of his friends. Namjoon was lounging on the couch with Jin, who was teasing him about something. Hoseok was sprawled on the floor, scrolling through his phone, and Taehyung was animatedly chatting about something.

"Yoongi's here!" Namjoon announced, raising his drink in a mock toast.

"Finally, the grandpa shows up," Jin teased, earning a playful smack from Yoongi as he took a seat next to him.

"Hey, I brought chicken wings, so be nice," Yoongi retorted, opening the box and letting the spicy aroma fill the room.

"Ah, you know the way to our hearts," Hoseok said, grabbing a wing and biting into it. "These are amazing!"

"Yoongi-hyung always knows the best spots," Jungkook agreed, already on his second wing.

The group settled into a comfortable rhythm of eating, talking, and joking around. The atmosphere was light and carefree, a stark contrast to the dark thoughts Yoongi had been dwelling on earlier.

"So, Tae, how's your stalking going?" Yoongi teased, nudging Taehyung who was still glued to his phone.

Taehyung pouted. "I'm not stalking! I'm just... admiring from afar."

"Yeah, right. You and your 'admiring'," Hoseok said dryly, not looking up from his own phone. "You should just ask Jimin out already."

The room erupted in laughter, and Taehyung turned a deep shade of red. "Shut up, Hobi! I'm not that obvious."