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ʙᴇɢ ᴍᴇ(ʏᴏᴏɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ)●

● symbolizes that this is something new that I tried.

Yoongi: a male idol with a dozen million fans all over the world. His fame has touched its peak but one problem that is keeping him from being the most popular is a certain secret.

Jeongguk: quite renowned for his photographic skills. Not in a good way though. He has taken down many idols and businessmen just with one click of his professional camera. His one motto is, "If you can't fend for yourself, fend off from someone who is worthless."

Hot... tissues... pleasure AU!
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Click! Click!

The sound of camera snapping photos resounded in the otherwise empty room as Jeongguk kept on clicking the button.

Click! Click!

"Hmm... would have been better if I didn't kill you right away."

Jeongguk muttered as he waltzed to the dead body. It stunk.

"You smelled of roses before..."

Jeongguk bent down as he tilted his face and looked at the dead eyes of the model whose mouth was half open.

"But now you smell like the rat I killed yesterday..."

Jeongguk snickered as he took a strand of the model's hair and twirled it in his index finger.

"You liked to twirl your hair just like this..."

Jeongguk plucked it hard as her head oozed out blood making him grimace.

"God I hated it then... but it does feel good now."

Jeongguk took the strand and shoved it inside his jacket pocket. His souvenir of sorts.

"I wish I could say that it was not so fun..."

Jeongguk said as he walked back all while looking at her pale body which was pretty much naked if the lingerie is not counted.

"But it was very much fun..."

Jeongguk chuckled darkly as he walked out the storage room and out the run-down building.

He glimpsed back and sighed.

"It's okay. Be strong."

Jeongguk looked up at the sky and it felt heavy as he always felt. He didn't know why he was so different.

A siren started ringing from a little far as Jeongguk threw his hoodie on and chucked his hand in his pockets before jogging to his bike.

He waited.

He saw two officers he knew so well coming out of the police car and running inside the run-down building. Others following them.

Jeongguk shook his head as he started the engine and drove away without any effort.

The air felt breezy as it nicked his skin with coldness.

His lips curved upwards slowly as he felt the heaviness whisk away.

Maybe you all are confused. Let me take you in a memory dug deeply in his head. Whoosh-

Little Jeongguk was playing with his friends. He was only five years old. Although he knew of things that a five year old shouldn't and the credit goes to his mother.

Jeongguk lived in a small run-down place in Busan with his mother.

His mother had an alcohol addiction and thus the reason why his father left them both.