Sanguine (Ateez)

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"Multiple odd methods of mass murder have been taking place all over the world. The first murder took place just earlier this week on the 24 of July in Seoul, South Korea, Mapo-go district at Smith's, a small dairy store. Followed quickly by multiple people being found burned alive down the side alleyway of this small dairy store."The tv flashed a picture of the small dairy store, followed by a picture of a long gloomy alleyway.

No pictures of the victims were shown, and there was no description of how the people inside Smith's were murdered.

"Mass murders of this degree haven't happened for a few decades. And such vicious methods haven't been seen in millennials. At each scene tiny black fluff is left behind and always some sort of message in an unknown language. Despite not knowing what these messages say, psychologists believe that the meaning behind this unknown scrawl is malicious. Crime Scene Investigators believe that these murders aren't linked. . . And they aren't human." The news reporter pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing.

"We recommend staying away from areas with mass extent of liquids. Many of these. . . Events have taken place near swimming pools, as well as places that are composed mostly of metals. We have been able to identify a few common characteristics of these murderers; inclu-"

The tv screen blinks black and my mother stands at the side of the couch with the remote. "You shouldn't watch the news, all it'll do is make you anxious." She pauses and glances at my face quickly "You're brother is done at his taekwondo practice, go pick him up." My mother finishes and hobbles out of the living room into the kitchen, giving the tv one more glance.

I peal myself up off the black leather couch, and stumble to my brother and I's shared room. What a nightmare it was, sharing a room with him.

My keys sit on my bedside table, which sits next to my black and red clad bed. My brother's sits vertical to mine, looking the exact same. Everything in our room was the exact same, a mirror. Same colors, same size, same style, everything. And that's just how we liked it.

I drift through the apartment at a leisurely pace, not minding if I was late to picking him up or not. If he really cared he would drive our shared car. I cross the living room, past the bathroom and my mother's room, into the kitchen where my mother is hard at work on dinner.

A bar sits in the middle of the room, the black and white marble shines as the orange tinted light hits it. The counters against the wall are the same, black and white marble covered. A stainless steel sink is inserted into part of the counter and a stove and refrigerator sit near each other, a single white cabinet sits between them. Above all the counters there are multiple cabinets, and drawers are inset into the counters. A stainless steel trash can sits next to the door that leads outside the apartment and to a hallway where all the other apartment doors are.

Keeping my pace the same, I continue down the hallway to the elevator and hop in, hitting the button to the bottom floor. Our apartment is on the fiftieth floor, the highest floor being 55. I arrive at the lobby floor and cruise out of the elevator, through the lobby, built in cafe, and pool, out through the front doors. To the left is the parking garage and in there I know my mother and I's (and my brother's) car sits.

The building is simple concrete, like any parking garage, and I take the elevator there to the twenty-fifth floor of the garage. Each floor of the parking garage holds two apartment floor's worth of cars. Hints the reason I'm going to floor twenty-five.

In the garage sits my mother's and my(and my brothers) cars. A red Toyota equinox and black Mazda 3, respectively. I jump in my car and stick my keys into the ignition, putting the joy stick into drive I begin my journey to my brothers taekwondo dojo.

The drive there was quick as it was late in the day and most people were already home and getting ready to go out and party. We lived in Itaewon, Seoul, so the nightlife here was crazy, but there's that mildly less busy time in between afternoon and night when the traffic was ok. So twenty minutes later I pulled up in front of his dojo and popped open the door for him. He was sitting on the side walk and it nearly hit him in the forehead.

He hoped into the car and gave me a look, "What's poppin Choi twin number two?" I gave him a look and looked away.

"Nothing much, San. There were news on earlier today. They seemed. . . Interesting to say the least. But someone just had to get their lazy lump of a brother. So I had to be said person and come and get said lazy lump of a brother." I rush out while I get back on the road to our apartment. "And how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Choi twin number two. It gets annoying you know." I glared at him.

Letting out a loud and overly exaggerated humph, he turns his body to lean on the door and to see me better. "Well what should I call you then!?" He whines out, "I have a name, it's Seul, use that?" I hiss back. He continues on about it being such a boring name and when he stops talking I anatomically ask how his class was.

It's always the same. He was a black belt after all. And one of the best from the way he describes it. He beats everyone. He gets rewarded. But I didn't mind. We were both out of high school and neither decided to go on to college. But that's ok. Mom needed help at home. So we helped. And God knows where our father was. I mean, for crying out loud, she didn't even know who he was.

My thoughts were interrupted by San yelling at me to stop. "The fuck I need to stop for?" I growl out. "PLUSHIES! I saw plushies." A loud sigh excapes my mouth and I hurry up and double back to the store where he saw plushies. He runs in quickly and is out quicker than I would have thought possible.

He hops into the car and hides what I presume to be his new stuffed animal behind his back. "Choi Seul, you have to welcome a new member to the family. Meet, drumroll please~" I look at him uninterested, "Just show me the damned stuffed animal already. Dinner is waiting at home to be eaten. And I'm ready to eat." He pouts and pulls a thick Shiba Inu plushie out from behind his back, "fine, this is Choi Shiber. NOW LETS GET HOME BECAUSE IM HUNGRY TOO!" He doubles over, acting like he was just shot in the stomach.

I shake my head and let out a small laugh at this. "What are we ever going to do with you San. Welcome to the family Shiber." I pat the stuffed dogs head and put the car into drive to head home.

Edited and reread on 20/12/2020