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@yoongi m。susano'o undeniably, he was in his own world. the music and club was nonexistent, it was just him and a bloodied corpse whom he shamelessly shot. the act would give him shivers and a drop to his gut only a few years back. it was remarkable how much he has changed... for the worse. the boy he used to know was now an empty shell. an empty shell that obeyed his seniors. although the respect he gets is great, he still feels numb. his fingers didn't feel like they were his anymore. he didn't feel like himself anymore. an unknown voice snapped his existential thoughts to a wanted halt, his eyes opened instinctively. his head turned to face a young male with dark short black hair. shy was his tone while jongin's expressions were more on the lines of shire confusion.

was the latter not at all concerned that he just killed someone? that someone being a bloodied and open carcass right below his nose? he placed the emptied glass cup on the rounded table with a loud clank. "thanks for what?" he grumbled before standing up as he fixed up his suit. "i don't mind a drink." he informed with a shrug as he brushed through his locks. whoever he is, he doesn't seem the least bit harmful. he walked closer, stepping over the corpse disrespectfully once again, and still couldn't tell what he was up to. he couldn't help but feel suspicious. for all jongin knows, he could rat him to the police as a witness. and he didn't want that. not one bit.

@jongin k。hachiman when yoongi had stepped into the club with his (ex now, he supposed? sort of?) boyfriend, he certainly hadn't expected for the night to end up in his death. there's no proper explanation for this, for the way that the man he'd spent nearly a year of his life on lay bloodied on the ground in front of him, for the way that the man who'd just shot him was casually sipping from the whiskey that yoongi had ordered for his newly deceased ex (kind of?), for the way he felt nothing but... well, relief. a strange, sick relief. did yoongi really think so little of his lover to feel relieved at the sight of his corpse? he tried to think of the memories they shared together, of any happy moments so he could feel at least some semblance of sadness, but all that came to mind were the endless fights and screaming. man, was he glad all that was over, even if the pure relief flooding through him probably made him a horrible person.

yoongi turns to the man with the gun, unsure of exactly how he's supposed to approach someone that's just killed his lover. in movies, there would usually be promises of revenge, tears and anger filling the space that yoongi can't quite seem to understand, but there's none of that here. he's not sure what to say, but to hell with it. "hey," he calls, leaning against the bar with a blank stare. "thanks for that. let me buy you a drink?"

@yoongi m。susano'o the warmth of maroon blood that recklessly spilled, automatically splattered on the highest points of his cheek bones and chin. that loud bang a few moments before the pigeons fled in a flock just outside. although the noise subsided, he had a ringing in his ear. a ringing that fogged his senses for a mere second. as he regained consciousness, he thought deeply of his feelings of killing someone, his high whenever he gets assigned. shameful thing what he was brainwashed to do - but he still felt that rush run through his veins. jongin grunted as he wiped away the red that was painted on his face. he stepped over the corpse to drink his hardcore liquor he was gulping down before he - unfortunately - passed away. the hitman let out a sigh, his head pushed back over the rail of the chair while his eyes shut closed. he only needed a few more minutes to regain himself, to relax, and not panic. it's a normal thing to kill another person these days, right?