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It been a month. No murders. No activity.
No Kitty Gang.
Agust D had never been so irritated in his life. He constantly visited those sites where he last meet that pink haired murderer, not even a trace of him.
Poor Agust D, all he yearns for is Kitty Gang's blood.
Hoseok was still limping slightly, but a full recovery was already visible. It was almost back to normal, the two friends currently inside Yoongi's small apartment.
"It's like he disappeared!" The blonde yelled again at his friend, "I swear if my father got him before me, I'll kill him!"
"Yoongi, calm yourself." Hoseok begged, "You can't kill your father."
Yoongi hissed, "I'm going out. Don't bother following me."
"Yoon-" The door slammed before Hoseok could finish his sentence. All he wanted was to be a good friend to him.
The assassin made his way done the streets of Seoul, his head down, the black of his hood blending in perfectly with the darkness of the night. Most of the buildings were closed or closing, but Yoongi pulled one of the doors open. Then there, music blasted and lasers flashed. The male made a face of disgust as he passed the sweaty bodies of the people that were there, all of them either dancing, drinking, or making out. He sat at the bar, asking the tender to give him the usual.
He's been here constantly, especially during those years where his father disposed of him.
Yoongi looked around the club, glass in hand, only to see someone strangely familiar. He couldn't ring a bell to why they were familiar though. When the glass that was once filled was empty, he ordered another. Same cycle continuing over and over again.
An hour of drinking later the once sober male was suddenly drunk. He looked towards the dance floor to make eye contact with that familiar person once more.
Why were they familiar again?
He couldn't think of it at the moment.
The person suddenly approached him, taking the seat right next to Yoongi.
"Hey there cutie~" Their words like dark chocolate, sweet yet rich.
"You're the cute one here." Yoongi smirked, "I'm Yoongi, What's yours?"
"Oh~" They giggled, "Call me Jimin!"
The older watched as the younger moved a little closer to him, his eyes darting towards the other's face. Make up was visible on his face, and his lips were in a rose hue. Damn, those lips were plump.
"Jimin, huh?" Yoongi practically purred, "That's a cute name."
Jimin smiled playfully, thanking him for his kind words, "What are you doing here all alone? I'll happily stay here with you, if you don't mind~"
