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Spite

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As she scrolled through social media, a familiar face showed up. Only, that familiar face was with someone new. Someone who she didn't quite accept.

She was very aware of him swinging both ways, but she wasn't aware of how easily he got over her. She doesn't take rejection like others, not with him. He gave her chills she never got from anyone else.

She worked on the streets, selling her body to lustful men that couldn't get anywhere else in life. However, she wouldn't get paid much for her prostitution, for she screamed a name no man wants to hear. One that's not his. However, it was natural for her. It was the only reason she stays in this business. It was because of him. He is her only motive. She doesn't want anyone else.

Call her a yandere, or just plain insane. She does anything for him. And seeing this picture of him and a new male, let's just say that she wasn't very fond of the the idea of having a rival blocking her love for her soulmate.

"Baby, I found someone trying to message you on Instagram and I just couldn't bare the thought of losing you!"

He smiled and fixed his tie, "Doll, you'll never lose me."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well can you help me clean this up? I got a little carried away with him."

Confusion ran through his blood as he stepped out of their shared room. Not only did confusion run through his blood, but a puddle of blood ran toward his feet.

"Babe, I couldn't help myself. He wanted what he couldn't get."

The male looked up at his girlfriend, "You're insane! You killed an innocent man because he text me!?"

"He wasn't innocent! He tried to steal what's not his."

"Clean this up, and get out of my house!"

She stood in the puddle of blood, stunned. But she finally caught on, "Oh! Of course! Let me just get him in a bag, then in the trash. Do you think there's a new episode of Weekly Idol on tonight? That'd be a good way to celebrate!"

"Stop! Clean it up, get out, and stay out! You're mental!"

Mental? No, she wasn't mental. Nor was she insane, crazy, or messed up. She was on some heavy drugs. Not your average cocaine or meth, but the rare drug of losing every amount of sense in your brain; love. She was lovesick.

She slammed down her phone, "You think you can just call me...and run away!?"

Getting up, and following the tracks of dry blood, she made her way up to her sacred room. No not a shrine, that was in her bedroom, but a room full of torturing items and weapons you'd only see in fantasy movies. Wrapping her frail fingers around some knives, she came to a final result.

"Not weapons, but my own body..."

Yes, she was in fact implying that to finish this male off, she wouldn't use a weapon, but her own skills. To prove her love and strength to her loved one. She left to her closet, choosing out spiked heels, and a more appropriate outfit for when the night will come.

"I will get you back...Taehyung."

She smiled maniacally.

"That's a promise I won't break."