Hoseok's eyes shifted to the yeller, a broad man tied to a chair, the duct tape over his mouth unsuccessfully silencing him. His garbles were loud and desperate. His eyes were screaming for help.
He didn't look like a killer. But then, nobody did when they were tied to a chair.
He recognized him though.
Funny thing about small townspeople - they never suspect their own neighbors could be so cruel.
It was Seungho, the owner of the local bar that Hoseok and Jimin had often frequented together.
"You see, this little jealous sucker got tired of seeing Jimin so.... successful with women when he couldn't even keep his wife interested long enough to hit it. No girls at the bar would go for him when Jimin was around, so he decided to lessen his competition."
Hemlock didn't look too upset about it, but Hoseok was tearing up at the thought of Jimin's unfair death. Rage erupted at the knowledge that his friend had been killed because he was charming.
"So, are you ready?"
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Hemlock - Jung Hoseok
Mystery / Thriller"Are you good or bad?" ~ "Why do they call you Hemlock?" "Call it a nickname." "Can I trust you?" "What do you think? You know, there's more than one type of Hemlock. 50/50 chance." "I don't have another choice." ~ Hemlock Tsuga Si...
