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047

:: DAY NINE
—5:33 AM KST

YOONGI : [ a bead of sweat falls into his laps ] are you going to kill me?

JEONGGUK : [ laughs ] i didn't say anything. don't jump to conclusions, dearie.

YOONGI : ...are you going to kill me like you killed my friends?

JEONGGUK : [ flinches ] i didn't kill them. well—i mean—i never said i did.

YOONGI : seems like it. [ bites his lower lip to suppress a sob climbing up his throat ] they're gone, aren't they?

JEONGGUK : [ hesitates for a brief moment; silently walks away from yoongi ]

YOONGI : what are you doing...?

JEONGGUK : [ opens the closet; his yelp is suffocated by an object that falls on him ]

YOONGI : [ feels his stomach dropping to the ground, a dizzying sensation drowning over him ] w-what is that?

JEONGGUK : [ slightly mad ] your friend that you missed so much. are you happy now, yoongi? you couldn't have been this happy to see me instead? [ throws something resembling a body down onto the floor; the head snaps to the side, revealing the body's identity ]

YOONGI : [ stares into hoseok's lifeless, cloudy eyes ] ...what the fuck have you done?

JEONGGUK : [ stifles laughter ] i strangled him while you were asleep, of course. i locked him in the closet but he was being too loud. i wouldn't want the neighbors to hear—and he should've been asleep anyways. he's a deep sleeper, did i mention that? [ giggles ] i probably have.

YOONGI : [ looks away ] where is taehyung and namjoon?

JEONGGUK : [ scoffs ] those pathetic human beings? got rid of them, of course! taehyung—your roommate—didn't give you the amount of attention you needed. i hated that, so i killed him. it was quite simple; i strangled him too. it was like a warm-up for my hands. it was a shame, though—he wouldn't fit in the closet with hoseok, so i just cut him up. i needed eight trash bags for his remnants. ah, hoseok was screaming so loud—it was like music to my ears. [ smiles ominously ] i'm surprised the neighbors haven't called in anything yet.

YOONGI : [ quietly ] taehyung...he...he was fine. he didn't do anything wrong. instead, i...i...

JEONGGUK : you didn't do anything wrong, yoongi. at least, i doubt that you did. namjoon was the first to go, before you ask. [ laughs ] yoongi, you're so oblivious that it's cute. i literally took namjoon from right behind you, and you didn't notice; i thought you would, since you were so on edge tonight. [ grins ]

YOONGI : [ feels the anger pounding from inside his chest ] he didn't do anything wrong either.

JEONGGUK : yes he did! he became famous and you didn't—that's certainly not fair; he needed to be removed immediately. i just left him hanging on a rope around his neck, slowly suffocating him. many will believe it's a suicide; it's exciting. if you really need me to describe it for you, i merely suffocated him with a cloth long enough to just make him faint—then, i dragged him into your old room that you shared with taehyung and—

YOONGI : no! shut up! stop!

JEONGGUK : [ giggles hysterically ]

YOONGI : just let me fucking go, you idiot! i don't give a damned shit anymore! just—let—me—g—

JEONGGUK : [ his laughs intensify ] you're funny, min yoongi. good night, now.