He is the purge, he is AGUST D, he purged night through night, he is sociopathic, he is insane, AND HE KILLS.
He is hidden between university students, quiet, deadly and is known for being coldhearted.
But when Meiko starts seeing the similarities...
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I ran for the bus with all I could muster, my legs aching, and my chest heaving in pain as though I had just run a marathon.
The rain poured down and numbed my skin, I couldn't feel my toes, or my fingers. I couldn't even feel my cheeks, I was so overwhelmed by earlier that as I ran, I gradually started crying.
As I got out of the University, and towards the road, I could see the bus. As I stepped forwards to cross the road, the bus pulled out of the stop.
"No!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. I quickly looked left to right, checking for cars and went to run for the bus. I am safe, I will not stupidly cross the road and get hit.
Splashes of puddles sprayed up onto my thighs, and the cold bit at my skin. I tried to run, but continuously slipping in the puddles started to tire me out.
The bus continued on its route, the driver unaware of the girl being downed by heavy rain and would most likely, get sick.
"Fuck!" I groaned, slapping my leg in anger. Couldn't someone inside the bus have helped and stop the driver? Now I have to walk home.
I didn't realise I was in the middle of the street till a car swerved around me, and beeped their horn for a long ten seconds.
The car behind it, A Black Mazda MX-5, pulled up. And I narrowed my eyes in curiosity when the window slid down, and my eyes caught sight of Min Yoongi.
His eyes, the usual frigid glare was on me, this time. Not on the teacher he was insulting this morning.
"Get in," His voice was muffled over the pouring of rain over my face, I couldn't hear well, nor could I see through my mess of wet hair.
My lips chattered, and I wrapped my shivering arms around my body, but willingly got into the car when he opened the door.
Just feeling the warmth of the seat as I climbed in calmed me down, I closed the door as quick as I could, and tried not to chatter my lips.
A blast of warmth hit my face, and I yawned as soon as my body relaxed. I turned to thank the blonde, but he had already begun driving.
"Th-thank you," I tried to say, but it aches to even talk. "I would've had to wal—"
"Don't think I'll do this again," he snarled, his voice deep and raspy. "I can tolerate you, but not for long."
"Oh, sorry," I replied. I tried to smile, but I couldn't really feel my face. He only ignored me and snapped his head away to look at the road.
