03 09 | m.yg [seven] √

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"Hello!" I waved enthusiastically to her. We're still friends. She smiled up at me, making my heart skip a beat. Stop it, you know what you're here for. Don't stray.

"It's been a long time, eh Yoongi?" she said, a wistful look on her face. I nodded, not trusting that I could speak without flaring up. "So, why not let's have a night out?" she said, a seductive look in her eyes. Well, this is making my job easier.

It turns out she was having trouble with her marriage. Bitch.

We both ended up in the bed, with her intoxicated and me still sober. She grinded against me, whimpering for a touch. I just felt disgusted but complied. Just as she was about to reach her high, I smirked. "Arch your back, baby." I pretended to slur, remembering to place a lustful look in my eyes. She did so willingly, mewling for me to hurry up when I stopped. I smiled wide, a sinister grin I thought I could never muster. I snapped her like a twig. She limply fell back towards the bed as I climbed off her. I placed her neatly on her bed and pulled the blankets over.

This ain't enough. I fished for my knife and stabbed down at her heart. Smearing her blood on her hands, I positioned her fingers grabbed around the hilt. Another suicide case to hit the news.

Dusting my hands, I just faintly smiled and walked out of the door. "Sweet dreams." I chuckled as I went down the hallway, out to search for my next target.