Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Yoongi stood at the edge of the pool.

His reflection stared back at him with a scowl. Why was he scowling? Yep, it was his parents again.

After breakfast, Yoongi changed into some more comfortable clothes. Namely, a white t-shirt and blue shorts. He needed a break from his family issues, and to do that he used to go to the private swimming pool and take a dip.

Yoongi sighed, he slipped out of his shirt and placed a foot inside the cool water. Taking in a deep breath, he completely submerged himself.

Swimming provided him with peace. Even if it was for the time being. And then, he could go back to the real world.

Yoongi swam forward.

Imagine how great it would be to live life as a shark.

No fucking annoying people, nobody telling you what to do and nothing to worry about because every living thing in the ocean is scared of you.

Yoongi came up and gasped for air. He slicked his wet hair back and rubbed the water out of his eyes. Yoongi swam towards the surface and pulled himself out, standing on the edge.

He was lost in thought when Seokjin walked up behind him and spoke:

"Hey-"

"AAAAAAHHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!" Yoongi fumbled to hide his bare chest. So what if they were literally family? Yoongi could do whatever he wanted.

Seokjin laughed at his step-brother's red cheeks and angry, pouty face. "Chill, Yoongs. I just wanted to hang out with you."

"Well, you could have told me before you decide to fucking scare me." Yoongi huffed wrapping a towel around himself.

"Nah, it felt better scaring you." Seokjin earned a hit on the arm from Yoongi. "Ow!"

Yoongi grinned, and slipped into his shirt.

"So, what'cha wanna do?"

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The man who went by the code name, 'J-Hope' pulled on his black leather jacket, slipping on some black, laced leather gloves. His coal black boots left red marks on the asphalt of the road.

Shit, I forgot to clean off the blood. Eh, who cares?

J-Hope wiped his bloody dagger on his pants, and placed them in the holder against his belt.

He started his bike's engine and sped off towards his destination. He carefully yet swiftly manuvered the roads, swerving to avoid cars and breaking more than a few traffic rules; He didn't care. He was a free man.

He enjoyed the wind rushing through his hair as he pulled up in the parking lot in front of the huge, abandoned warehouse.

Apparently, a guard was located outside.

"State your business, ya son of a bitch." The guard said, pulling out his pistol.

"Your leader wanted to see me." J-Hope uttered, ignoring the fact that the guard just called him a 'son of a bitch', he clearly had no idea who he was.

"Oh yeah? And who the fuck are you?" He aimed the gun at J-Hope's head.

The male merely chuckled.

Within the blink of an eye, J-Hope moved out of the guard's shooting range and was now behind him. He grabbed his throat with his gloved fingers and slammed him against the wall, tightening his grip.