Psychopath ✓

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The Next Day~

A short male with somber, narrow eyes watched as a large sign was planted on his front yard. His family's house was now on sale, he made the decision himself, he couldn't pay for the rent at this position of life. (With a small job as he finished college.)

He worked as a barista in a local café near his college, he wondered how his tuition would be paid as well.
"Jimin!" A voice yells.

The short male slowly rose his head, his thin arms raising up into the air as he stretched his limbs. A middle aged woman, a friend of his mother's, came stomping to him.
"Have you eaten anything?! You've been moving all your stuff out all day, and making your apartment look pretty! Look at you!" The woman yells, poking her nails coated in shiny black polish at Jimin's arms and ribs.

"Yaaaahh, I have to go to work soon, but I'm sure I can grab something to eat along the way, I won't starve, don't worry." The male smiles reassuringly down time the woman.

"Hmph. You're a responsible man, I'm sorry for family, whoever did this, they'll pay, don't you worry." She murmurs, causing Jimin to mute himself as he wondered.

Who was the lunatic who had done this to his family? He wanted to know, but he knew his family was eliminated at the same time for a reason, it was a warning.
Maybe if I step back from the murder for a while... I'd be fine, right? I just need to stay alert all times for sure. He subtly thinks, then looked back down at the woman who waited for his attention.

"Anyway, I wish you good luck, Jimin-ah! Hopefully you'll grow close with your new house." She bows in respect, lifting herself back up to rush away to her car where her pretty dog waited.

Jimin sheepishly grinned as he waved, he sighs as he looked at his own car that rocked it's glistening, silver coat of paint. Precious wheels, and clean windows, he slouched and walked to his car, entering it and driving off to his job.
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The light blonde-haired male zoomed past coworkers as he placed his apron on, rushing to his place as a cashier.
"You really kept me waiting, dude..." Said one of Jimin's friends, Jongin.

"I'm sorry, I was just making sure my old house was clean and got all the stuff out! I'll take over now." Jimin urges, taking his place as cashier as Jongin pat his shoulder gently, walking out.

Fifteen minutes late to work wasn't so bad, right? Not for Jimin, he was late for everything. As he took orders from the customers that stepped in and out of the airy, and cozy café that shone with warm yellow fairy lights, and themed with dark wooden furniture, with a nice color of beige around as well.

As Jimin turned around, he glanced at a male that walked through the glass doors. This man caught his eye due to his fashion. Dark, yet very intimidating. He was so tall as well, his shoulders were broad, and had slender hands, he held dark chocolate brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, he gulped as he made eye contact with the male.

"Hey." The male mouths to him, causing his heart to skip an entire beat. Jimin forced his hand to wave to the stranger, and quickly got back to organizing the cash register.

The small one exhaled gently, relaxing his tense body. He was confused of his reaction, maybe it was because of how intimidating the male was. As he turned his body around once again, his eyes met with the man again.

As the two gazed into each other's eyes, Jimin could realize the man was wearing contacts, he gently bit his lip as he smiled.
"How may I help you?" Jimin asks softly.
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