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thirty four

yoongi didn't know what to do. nari was the one girl he had to pull this off with taehyung. he pulled his hair and screamed, he looked at nari's body from the ceiling fan. this is what she deserved for letting him down, he was taking care of business. but now there's no way know to see taehyung. yoongi was spriraling. he needed to take care of taehyung, it was taking too long to get rid of him. he was so close to getting taehyung right under his thumb, right where he needed him to be, but then nari had to bail out. yoongi wanted to scream again, but he needed to leave, and quick. he ran down the stairs, his boots clunking on the floor, the plastic bags wrapped around his shoes making an unpleasant sound. yoongi muttered under his breathe about how this was bullshit. he made his way to the door, still contemplating how to get to taehyung now. he looks through the peephole, the coast was clear, he quickly opened the door, the plastic gloves on his hands grasped the knob and almost slipped. yoongi slipped out the door, running a few blocks from the home of his former employee before he removed the plastic bags on his feet and gloves from his hand. still muttering, head low. he had to keep a low profile, even if he is extremely good at his job, keeping low was key. and he still had to figure out how to get to taehyung.

as yoongi was walking down the sidewalk, no thoughts of remorse or guilt came to mind, he just wanted more and more. as he walked, he found himself bumping against a guy who came out of nowhere. he whipped his head up, ready to lash out at the stranger, when he realized who it was. taehyung was standing in front of him, and he looked as bewildered as yoongi did. yoongi scoffed and kept walking. what're the chances of running into the man he was planning to kill? 

as yoongi kept walking, he heard taehyung yell,

"watch where you're going, shortie!" and yoongi's blood boiled.