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Yoongi POV

I smiled and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I looked at the bloodied torso that was tied to the chair infront of me. I ripped off my shirt that was covered in blood and tossed it onto the concrete floor beneath my feet. Walking to grab a Polaroid camera from the table a few feet away, I hear a groan.

"Why haven't you killed me yet Min?" The man spat.

"Ah Bogum it's nothing personal, I just wanted to watch you suffer." I spoke as I walked towards the chair.

"You have one last chance to tell me everything you know about Hobyun." I spoke grabbing the man by the hair of his head holding his head up.

Bogum opened his tired eyes and laughed quietly, proceeding to spit in my face, immediately I was furious. I nodded while poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue.

"Okay, perfect. I have no problem leaving you to die." I spoke as I picked up a baseball bat, swinging as hard as I could. Watching as his teeth flew out of his mouth and possibly down his throat, blood mixed with saliva leaking out of his mouth. He was screaming, crying, but still wouldn't talk. After four continuous hours of being constantly hit, tortured, beaten, yelled at.. nothing. He wouldn't crack, it was infuriating but once again, I have no problem leaving him to die.

I picked up a knife and grabbed the messy dark locks once again, cutting into his jugular vein on his neck. Once again, he screams and blood spews from his veins onto my face and everywhere else. I looked into his eyes and I saw the pain, the fear, the exhaustion. I think it's funny. Is that damn nuisance Hobyun that great? I was then snapped out of my thoughts.

"Okay! Okay! Stop! I'll talk Min!" He screamed as he held onto his throat with his hands.

"That's what I thought." I laughed and shook my head. The cat was out of the bag.

I walked over towards the sink as I take off my black gloves, discarding of them in the bin, keeping Bogum in my peripheral vision.

"Rest up. You're gonna need it." I said with a simple nod before unlocking the door and leaving.

I closed the door and made my way to my room upstairs, going straight into the bathroom as I take off my blood soaked jeans, putting them in a separate plastic bag.

After I got out of the shower I went outside the door.

"Somebody clean up the basement mess and get the bag from my bathroom quickly." I spoke, Hoseok's head poked out from around one of the corners connecting the hall with his bedroom.

"Who exactly?" Hoseok asked with curiosity laced in his voice.

"Whoever." I replied, walking out of the hall and heading into my office. I pulled out the bulletin board and pulled the picture I took of Bogum and placed it inside a file folder with his other information.

I sit back and close my eyes, feeling exhaustion overcome me slowly. The silence was very comforting, it made me relax and clear my head. That, however, was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"What is it?" I asked as I opened one eye.

"Ah, Yoongi... we have a problem." Taehyung's hesitation made me alert immediately.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked and sat up.

Taehyung's eyes lifted to mine hesitantly, worry and fear mixed in his beautiful brown irises.

"I uh... I was running an errand at West and a kid saw me." Taehyung answered, swallowing hard.

"Saw you do what? Who the fuck is it?" I questioned, feeling rage fuel my veins. Why does he have to be so careless?

"Pop. The kid saw me pop one." He answered after a moment of silence.

I then knew what he meant.

"You fucking idiot!" I growled deep in my throat.