PSYCHO

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Taehyung P.O.V

Waiting in this empty building, watching people of the city go by their day, it's fascinating. But watching them through the scope attached to my sniper rifle, it just makes it seem like it's quite more dangerous.

My name is Kim Taehyung, age 25, job, ha. I work with the police force and sometimes the government, I'm a sniper, I usually just sit in my office waiting for the call to go scout, but this time was different.

I get called to sit on a buildings roof top, or hide out in an old apartment, just anywhere hidden and with a way to shoot. This time I was called to hide out in an abandon building and watch the streets through a window.

A psychopath escaped his asylum and killed the warden. He reached Seoul last night around 11, and I've been waiting ever since to take him out.

I know nothing about this guy, I don't know how dangerous he is or what he looks like, I've been waiting to hear about all that stuff.

But as I watched out the window I could hear things moving around in the floor beneath me.

I reached for my woki-toki, "Chim, cover my position from your building, copy?"

"Copy that Tae."

Quickly but stealthy I began to make my way through the building, but once I walked down the stairs I stopped blood, fresh blood, droplets leading down the long hallways.

I have no other choice than to follow them, so I did. A sniper rifle doesn't own up to its name from a close up shot, so I carefully placed it on the floor and pulled out my pistols.

It was silent, you could hear a pen drop in the chilling silence, but right as I began to turn around the sound of something small and metal like dropped to the floor.

I soon began to make my way towards the sound, gun pointed, ready to shoot, as I turned the corner my heart froze. Nothing but a blood covered knife sat on the floor. I started to panic, I was covered off and vulnerable in this position.

As soon I pointed my gun down, I put it away and looked closet at the object sitting infront of me. I heard a small sigh from behind me.

Pulling out myh gun I whipped around to see a man, leaning against a railing while watching the city.

He looked at me and smirked, "What? You gonna shoot me~"

"Sir you're not supposed to be here you could get-" and I realised something odd about him. He had book on his cheek.

He started walking towards me as I pointed my gun towards his head. Before I could do anything else he ripped it out from my hands and pushed me against the wall. He then turned the gun on me and smirked, "The only person that could get hurt he is me. . ." He looks around on my chest and them the side of my arm, "Do your vests not have name tags?"

"I have all the right not to tell you my name you-"

"I need to know your name before I kill you, I ask all my victims. It's like serving them a small piece of my honor of knowing them."

I took in a deep breath, if I tried to radio Jimin he'd shoot me, if I tried to fight back he would shoot me, if I even dare trying to find a way out, he will shoot me. I sighed, "My name is Kim Taehyung."

Before I could blink he placed the end of the gun against my forehead, and memories began flooding in, tears stinging my eyes as I shut them tighter, and tried to think harder. But them I heard the gun drop, I opened my eyes and he was smiling with a psychotic maner, "I won't shoot you if~"

"If what?"

He smirked, and I felt as if I was starting something I shouldn't, but if it keeps me alive I'm willing to do it, "If what?"