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Supposed to be posted in my one-shot book for the Taehyung chapter. Too bad I couldn't finish this. This story was so promising but I just couldn't...for now.

This was just a random idea based from the run episode where Namjoon saw Taehyung pretend to be a mannequin/toy/statue or whatever and I figured why not make him a video game character? I might make this into a full story in the future. Who knows?

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Namjoon whistled merrily while strolling inside the huge establishment. His right hand laxly holding his flashlight while doing his usual night rounds as a security guard in their local mall. The other security guards were assigned to check on the floors below him while he was assigned at the topmost floor where the more "advanced technology stuffs" as Namjooon liked to regard it, resided in. In truth, the "advanced technology stuffs" Namjoon was pertaining to were actually just high-end gaming stores.

Clack!

Namjoon's flashlight dropped and rolled away from him. The clattering sound of the object dropping resonated in the whole floor, making Namjoon alert. Namjoon quickly bolted after the rolling object.

"Gotcha!" he muttered to himself when he finally caught the flashlight veering into a store's glass window.

Namjoon stood upright; and when he did, he was faced with a man staring right at him from the inside of the game store.

He flinched in utter surprise and placed his hand on his rapidly beating heart.

"Shit that scared me," Namjoon mumbled again to himself while closing his eyes and sighing in relief.

Turned out it was just a humanlike mannequin of a certain video game character that was very popular these days.

Namjoon stopped for a moment to admire the mannequin in display.

"The production of this is no joke," Namjoon thought.

Every intricate details of the mannequin itself was magnificent, closely resembling that of a real person. Anyone would be fooled to think that the mannequin was real. And the video game character had a very ethereal beauty. From its shiny silver strands of hair to its sharp eyes, high nose bridge, and rose colored lips. The stature of the mannequin almost the same as his although it had unrealistically perfect body proportions since it was, after all, a mannequin. Or was it a wax figure? Namjoon couldn't tell.

"Damn, that must cost a fortune."

If it was real, Namjoon would've already drooled. He wondered if the manufacturers also had the time to make the mannequin as realistic underneath its dark suit. Namjoon chuckled at his own perverse thoughts.

Namjoon turned back and proceeded to go back on the ground floor with his fellow security guards.

The next night, Namjoon was again assigned at the topmost floor. When he passed by the same particular store, he halted and pulled back to look at the wax figure slash mannequin.

As expected, it was on the same position as the night before. Standing upright with its broad shoulders and burly arms. No matter how many times he would look at it, he couldn't get over the mannequin's hypnotizing gaze. It was just so inviting to look at it for how many moments longer than he intended to.

A sudden deafening whistle reverberated to all of the floors. Indicating that it was time for them to assemble.

Namjoon made a quick look at the mannequin before he walked away.

Clack!

Namjoon halted, alarmed at the strange sound. His right hand already positioned on his gun and his left hand gripping tight on his baton.

The sound came from the game store. There was no mistaking it.

Namjoon warily walked towards the said store. His knees bent down while slowly pulling out his gun and aiming it in front of him.

He checked the inside of the game store from outside. But there wasn't anything moderately suspicious.

Namjoon loosened up and just shrugged. Maybe the sound was probably caused by rats or something.

On the third night, Namjoon was assigned to monitor in the surveillance room. He was tasked to watch things from all angles as there have been new deliveries of supplies in a particular store.

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*whispers*My rough draft is shitty, I know.