strange love | yoonseok

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Yoongi's POV

His lips are so soft, like a feather against my cheek. I could feel myself blushing. Hopefully he didn't notice. As I waved him goodbye, my nerves had finally calmed themselves. Honestly, I was sleepy. It might seem weird, but I probably only slept for an hour because the rest of the time I was watching Hoseok.

His eyelashes gently fluttering against his skin every now and then, with his mouth slightly parted, letting out soft snores. Angelic.

I think I'm falling for him.

I know I'm falling for him.

And that's a bad, bad thing.

What if he finds out? No, I've said this before, some guy shouldn't stop me from doing something I enjoy immensely. As long as he doesn't find out, I'll be okay. Although I get the same feeling when I kill as when I'm with Hoseok, I feel as if somehow being a murderer, is safer than falling in love.

If I get caught, it's only my physical self that gets hurt. And I could care less if I got shot by the police. If Hoseok hates me or doesn't feel the same towards me, I will have to live with that self deprecation for allowing myself to let my guard down and fall for someone. Letting myself be so vulnerable. It would haunt me. I would never want to live knowing Hoseok doesn't like me anyways.

Maybe, if Hoseok was gone, I wouldn't have to deal with that..

I shook my head of the thought. Did I actually think I could kill him? I closed the front door and went to my room to take a nap. I stripped down and then set an alarm to wake me up later so I could go hunt.

Shame on you, Yoongi.

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I walked along the side walk, the cold, bitter wind hitting my face. There were slightly more people out than usual so, I'm going to have to be more..sneaky? I spotted an old man walking in the direction of a nearby alley that I knew of. Why are these people so easy to find?

Let's just say, I've gotten better at conversation.

"Hello!" I greeted him as we were walking.

"Uh, hello."

"What's your name, sir?" I fake smiled at the wrinkled man.

"Jeon Daeyeon."

"What are you doing out here alone? It's dangerous. Have you any family or friends?" I asked the man, trying to seem interested as usual.

"Well I do. The only person who talks to me though is my grandson. He's the only person who really cares about me. Of course, I care about all of my family, even if they've forgotten about me." He explained with a sad smile. He opened up sooner than I thought he would.

This is getting way too easy.

"I'm sorry about that," I grabbed him and pushed him into the alley, "but I'm not sorry about this."

The man punched me in the eye when I pulled out my knife. Now Hoseok is going to see me with a black eye tomorrow and think I'm dangerous or something stupid like that! That made me furious. This is supposed to make me happy and now this dried up old guy had to ruin that. I stabbed him in the stomach more times than I should've. He winced when I first punctured him so, I didn't get to see his eyes when he died. Tragic. I did my usual cleaning up and checked his pockets. His wallet had a $100 bill in it. I should treat myself.