stained ;; myg

two;;

i can't stop. i want it to stop. but it has become my satisfaction, my addiction. how could i possibly stop?

the red color of the blood, and the smell of it lingers through the air. it has become my addiction. their pain and their screams when i pierce the blade through their skin. the terrified look on their faces. their pleas and begs. it has all become my addiction.

i can't make it stop.

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news article;;

December 26, 2016

there have been reportedly,
a lot of murder cases
for the past few weeks.

suspect or suspects
still not found.

"what the hell, this is fucking messed up," i read through the article over and over again. still not believing what has been happening these days. "what's up, hyung?" jungkook, the youngest, asked. "there has been twenty fucking murder cases the past week," i spilled profanities under my breath.

"wow, hyung, haven't seen you this frustrated since you confessed to that girl you liked before," jungkook laughed. "she rejected you though." i glared at him. "shut up, this is something serious. a lot of innocent people's lives have been taken away," i said in a stern voice.

"and the fact that the suspect is still not found is fucking insane!" i shouted, seokjin shushed me as taehyung was sleeping on the couch beside me, telling me not to disturb his peaceful sleep. i just rolled my eyes and continued to read the article.

"everything in this world is just fucking insane, i can't imagine how many lives this psychopath took," i growled angrily. "they're also getting close to our location," namjoon said. i looked at him, and once again, astonished. "what? how?" i interrogated, asking him to spill out more information.

"they pick a specific location. on where the last murder was occured, i noticed that the location was near us, so i'm guessing that our location is most probably next," he stated. my eyes widened at what he just said. the others were also shocked. "we have to cover this place up!" seokjin said, waking the sleeping taehyung beside me up.