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kim taehyung needs to fix the world one person at a time to follow in his father's footsteps.
jeon jungkook needs to survive long enough to change his mind.
ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏ!ᴀᴜ
ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ!ᴀᴜ
тσρ! тαєнуυηg
вσттσм! נυηgкσσк
mature co...
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lana del rey +++ venice bitch
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remodeler's POV
when i return home my head hurts more than ever. i slam the door to my van, storming into the remodeling shop. i carefully scrutinize my surroundings, looking for anything, anything that could be out of place.
for me to grab a movie review off the top pile means something was wrong before i got there. maybe when i was carrying the gangster down into my second workshop he bumped into something?
no. no, that's impossible. i held him far away from my desk, from my things. perhaps...
did someone break in? is someone trying to ruin my company?
(Y#oU Kn0W th4Ts n0T Tr&U^3)
i know that's not true. why am i avoiding the real question?
"FUCK!"
i scream into the room, kicking my desk. i know there was only one person who could have gone through my things, only one door that was left unlocked while i left to hunt for a new project.
and no matter how much i don't want to see him right now, my anger has other plans. my head has other plans.
before i can stop myself, i'm rummaging in my drawers to find a lighter.
i know i have one in my workshop somewhere...
(ESOMeEWHEREeE)
there it is. an old cigarette lighter from some random trip to the antique store--some grab and go thing that i purchased in high school. i use it from time to time if i need to burn incense, which is rare. otherwise it hasn't been used.
i roll the wheel of the lighter, hearing a satisfactory click creep into my ears. a delicious flame spikes from the deadly object, and boy, am i excited to punish.
this will be fun.
first, however, i must interrogate andrew.
my feet are heavy down the stairs to my second workshop. i'm sure all projects can hear me entering the space, as the gangster quiets down his heavy breathing. andrew is usually pretty quiet, but i hear his little shuffles die down as i race down the stairs.
