❝ well, that's how we work.
candy and bloody. icing
and dicing. frosting and
fighting. decor and-well
whatever. ❞
❝ decor and delore. ❞
❝ oh fuck off. i dropped
outta high school. ❞
ち...
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Namjoon watched from his perch on a branch as his next target moved across his sad excuse of a dorm room.
The window had no locks, the floor of the room housing a mess that would repel even rats from entering and the walls are cramped with posters of old rock bands, anime characters and theatrical performances, that Namjoon wasn't even sure if the walls existed.
The target was none other than a college student, at a measly age of 18, white shirts, ripped jeans and timberlands, messy brown hair, and a wanted criminal with a track record of perfect crimes, and even having detectives puzzled over his own doing.
Except for the iconic messily scrawled "Nightmare" on the torsos of victims, he was untraceable.
Well, only on the police's radar.
Namjoon has eyes all over Seoul. It wasn't difficult to find a male with a heavy built physique with an odd habit of disappearing at night.
He was tasked to look for a new guy to take in and wasn't playing around with the chances. All his men are careful, and he wanted this one to be no exception.
But maybe that lock-less window of his was testing on that.
"Heyaaa stranger—"
Namjoon's eyes widened before having a heavy hand clamp over his mouth and nose, restricting his breathing and the other hand snaking around his waist to secure Namjoon in his place on the branch of the tree, just like a predator cornering his prey.
Namjoon snapped his head to find Nightmare right behind him, locking eyes with the man of murder and mystery.
The almost still and dull eyes of the younger seemed to have sparked back to life, mischief dripping through those orbs of dirt, wetting the roots of the flora, lilies blooming into the bright grin that the younger holds.
