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Seokjin always considered himself a man of strong wits. He was a proclaimed prince to others, yet, he felt normal. At least — he wanted to feel normal.
That's why, despite the many people practically throwing themselves at him — he hasn't acknowledged more than a few people in his life. Even then, those people didn't really know Kim Seokjin. To Seokjin, only oneperson really knew him for him.
Y/N.
Y/N had always been a very important person to Seokjin, despite being nothing more than good acquaintances. Maybe friends.
She had never immediately sucked up to him because he was handsome and popular. She had never dressed in skimpy clothing to draw attention, or hike up her skirt. She always kept it at just mid-thigh, he had taken note of. He had taken note of everything that had to do with Y/N.
Like, how she was particularly good at English, but not on average with Science. How she had a cute habit of fidgeting with the silver bracelet on her wrist when she was nervous. How she always kept her hair in a loose, high ponytail at school, but let it down at home. How selfless and considerate she was, helping others with their pathetic issues and not burdening others with her extreme ones.
Y/N was everything Seokjin desired in a person, let alone a girl.
She was perfect.
He would not stand for anyone to interfere with their obvious chemistry. So, how would he make sure that nothing would get between them?
He would eliminate anything that dared to stand in his way.
Immediately.
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Seokjin felt a sudden rush of ecstasy as he exited Y/N's house, stealthily moving to the backyard — where the shed was.
He quickly slid open the dusty, cob-web covered door, finding Y/N's wretched uncle.
Seokjin had elaborately tied Mr. Y/L/N in thick, scratchy rope that left painfully stinging red marks all across his arms and hands. His mouth was covered with seven layers of duck tape wrapped around his head. To top it off, he had taken the remaining 5 rounds of duck tape and attached him to a chair, securely leaving him here since you left from school.
"Hello, Mr. Y/L/N. I'm so excited to finally have a conversation with my Y/N's caretaker. What a shame it would be if you were turned into the police. Really, I'm doing you a favor." Seokjin spoke with a soft tone, intense venom laced in his words.
