(DISCONTINUED) M | Bangtan

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"Snow White and her seven dwarves had more than one thing in common."

How about you, M, how can you make this card disappear like she did?" Jiyoo asked the blonde haired girl who had a scowl covering her face.

She released a gulp as M's stare diverted to her, her piercing glare almost boring completely into her soul. Jiyoo's hand froze for a second then shook uncontrollably in nervousness as M approached her hand and snatched the card away.

Jiyoo looked at Seok-ja in anticipation of the woman's unpredictable reaction, using eye language to tell the latter to get prepared to run away in case M loses control, again.

Everybody feared M's other side too much to be able to deal with it, that's why they all chose to be extra careful with the words they say and the things they suggest.

Holding the card between M's fingers, she scanned it from top to bottom, "King of spades," she muttered, accompanied by a devious chuckle. "How do I make you disappear?" She whispered under her breath, Jiyoo and Seok-ja's eyes widening in anxiety.

M smirked upon seeing the two's immersed reactions and subconsciously ripped the card into small pieces, "There, the king of spades disappeared from the deck you have," They both stared at her in awe.

"What? There are fifty-one cards left, disappointed? It's either that or you want me to make you disappear like what I have done to your friends?" A sly smile etched from a corner of her lip to the other.

Seok-ja, confused, hesitated to clasp her hands together to perform a small round of applause, thinking, 'Jiyoo told her to make it disappear, not to rip it into pieces'. But as much as she wanted to contradict to M's logic, she forced herself not to, because nobody dared to.

But Jiyoo contradicted, "What the hell is this?" Her attitude began to show up in less than a minute, "I told you to make it disappear, like a magic trick, not to rip it into pieces!"

Seok-ja hesitated to interrupt and just mouthed Jiyoo to stop with her protests, but that's when M did her move and wrapped her hands around Jiyoo's neck, pushing her against the wall.

"I thought you were told not to mess with me, lady. How would you like to die? Messy, mangled, and mutilated? Or if you want, mysteriously? But that would be too boring, wouldn't it?" M's cold smile frightened the choking Jiyoo more than everything, but she never dared to fight M's grip.

Jiyoo's eyes flickered to Seok-ja like the lights did in the room, hoping that Seok-ja would help for once; but despite her urges of helping her friend she bowed her head down and headed for the door, closing it shut. Adrenaline rushed through Jiyoo's veins and she felt upset; she felt upset at how her friend could turn her back at her that easily.

M's smirk widened, "At least your shitty friend knows how to obey. If you want to live, then live with real friends, you understand?"

And at that moment, M felt the joy of her fear. She knew she had taught them well, she knew that they learned to fear the blonde haired girl with a single letter as her name.

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After getting out of school at 4:30 pm, M tied her hair up in a messy bun, rolled up her sleeves and wrapped her school blazer around her waist. She raised her skirt and removed her school tie to feel more comfortable and was still lazy to do something productive that night.

The gates closed and she made it just in time out of the campus, quickly bringing her phone out to text Jean that she made it out of school safely, at least that's what she had guessed. Because so far, no one was after her.

Out of nowhere, a sudden walloping noise echoed in the background, making M flinch in the process. She looked around and saw nothing but the pitch darkness that surrounded her, the moon shining on the almost invisible road, the flickering street lights residing across the street and the empty sidewalks. The strangeness of the noise quickened M's heartbeat since despite her fierce appearance she gets startled at the simplest things and the eerie atmosphere.

After she took a deep breath, she decided to keep walking but another noise was heard. This time, it's clearer and in a higher volume, a loud thud instead of an discrete wallop. She turned her head around, a small gasp escaping her lips after seeing a brown haired boy with a slightly taller figure than hers who stood there and looked intently at her eyes.

Her gaze dropped on the nametag located at the left side of his chest, and read the letters in her head, syllable per syllable. M then realized that it was a classmate of hers who sat the back of her classroom and the main reason that the students from the other classes flooded them with noise complaints.

But she refused to say his name out loud, that's because she didn't want to. And she knew everyone reprimanded her to. He had a name on his nametag and little did she know, that wasn't his real name either.

She held her breath and asked, "Do you need any help?"

The boy didn't reply and stepped closer to her, still staring right through her soul. He put his hands on his back. The strong fragrance of his cologne entered M's nostrils and she realized that the first three buttons of his polo shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a small patch of his skin. Not only they were unbuttoned, but they revealed the small writing engraved on his skin.

Instead of words they were numbers.

95123007

"Do you need help?" M's balled her fists as she asked the question again, slowly getting impatient by his inability to answer her question. The boy just kept staring at her, bending forward to study her expression closely.

"I said, may I help yo-" M was cut off when he spoke.

"Take your clothes off," he simply said with a smirk.