"Hyung," I whispered cheekily in his ear. "Yoongi ah!" Hyung turned back and smiled at me, dressed to the nines in a crisp dark maroon Armani suit.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he chastised as he took in my attire. Ripped jeans and a black hoodie. "You're looking like a runaway than my brother. Hurry up and change!" he pushed me towards the direction of the closet.
I smiled at him and nodded. On my way over to the closet, I flicked a needle without looking backwards. The tip found his neck, drawing out some blood. He thought it was a sting from a bug, and didn't care much.
A few hours later, he was pronounced dead on the spot when he fainted during the annual company event. Yoongi was nowhere to be found.
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfiction{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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