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“Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?”

█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ʜᴇ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴡs. “ I don’t see why anyone would do that unless they wanted to kill them. Then by all means, most likely.

#ɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ── ⁽ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉˢ ⁾ █#kvmtaetae

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“Don’t scoff at your elders, it’s rude.” Hyeon quipped with a small smirk as he kept his gaze on the bag the younger held. He knew what it was, he wasn’t that dense. He was no stranger to guns he just wasn’t very graceful with one. The taller of the two took a step back to welcome the other into his place, his gaze remained on Samuel however. It always seem to be that way when he was with him. It had been months since Hyeon ever felt like that for someone, he as someone so easily pessimistic thought it was out of reach. It was a pleasant surprise for him. He felt near entirety again. Already lost in his thoughts he focused on Samuel’s hands, eyes following the movements into the bag. Eyes tracing along the veins as the younger began to pull guns out. Hyeon let his gaze slide up to Samuel’s face, a soft smile on his lips as he tried to catch the other mans gaze in return.

“Yes I wanted you to teach me how to handle a gun, among other things.” He murmured with a small grin. It seemed he couldn’t control his face when he was around Sam. “Is this like a get rich over night scheme? Become a pro in one session?” He questioned with a small smirk. “Where are we going by the way?” Hyeon asked curiously as he let his gaze drop back onto the guns Samuel brandished. “I already am the shit though.” He pouted before he turned back into his apartment. “The last time I used a shot gun I wore a cute balaclava.” He shrugged as he searched for his phone, it was just his luck he’d misplace it. “Should we go now? No need to waste time right?” The thought of luring someone out of a bar seemed easy enough, Hyeon had spent much of his teen years sneaking into bars trying to speak to men much too old for him.

“Well then I won’t have to brush up on my flirting huh? Gender doesn’t matter to drunk people apparently.” Hyeon snorted as he finally located his phone next to his fish tank. “I’m glad you thought ahead and planned this out, I was just thinking we run.” The taller of the two explained with a shy grin. It was no secret he was not the brightest. “Why do we do about the body? Leave it there? They’ll know our faces won’t they Sam?” He asked confused, brows furrowed before he just nodded.

“Just one.”

█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏғᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ, a soft chuckle escaping the younger man. “ You’re not very subtle with you’re flirting anyways~ You already couldn’t help yourself with that line. “ Samuel hummed a soft tune, quickly setting the weaponry back in the large bag as he nodded. “ We can go downtown, there’s lots of bars there. They're especially stupid towards that way. “ The male swung the strap over his shoulder, moving a hand up to push his fringe free from his eyes. He liked how eager Hyeon was, in fact, he liked him in general. Not many people got along with Samuel, despite obvious reasons, and deeper ones that he often kept hush. He was a hard one to understand, he knew that for sure. The male”s emotions built up rather quickly, and he couldn’t help but be somewhat afraid if he ever showed his cards so openly to the other. Samuel could be set off with anything.

“ You have plenty of time to flirt on our way there, if you’d like. “ The man couldn’t help but scoff again at his comment. It was rather fun being rebellious with the other, he was a kind of tempting he had never experienced before, though he hadn’t experienced lots of things when it came to other people he had a connection with. In fact, that was rarely every the case and couldn’t pinpoint a time where it ever occurred.

“ We’ll take my bike, I suppose. No one’s going to know if we kill the guy right away. “ He paused, turning on his heels to face the other with a small smile protruding on his lips. “ You’re asking so many questions~” The male cooed, walking towards the front entrance of his apartment. “ I brought face masks, every damn Korean has one anyways. No on would expect it, just say you’re sick if someone comments on it. “ He firmly nodded whilst clicking his tongue. “ We’ll dump the body in the bath tub or something, just give them no hard evidence. If you’re really worried about that, we can make it look like a suicide. “ Samuel reached out to grab the handle of the door, walking outside towards his bike which was parked near the curb of the street, sitting comfortably on it as he waited for the other to join him.

It wasn’t a complete surprise that he was so drawn to Hyeon; everything about the other spoke to Samuel. He never met someone so comfortable to be around, in fact, he oddly always wanted to be by his side. Seeing him so willingly want to commit a murder with him earned him points in Samuel’s book.

“ Hurry up, I’m to excited to wait any longer. “ He grinned loosely.

#ɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ── ⁽ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉˢ ⁾ █#snhe

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A stressful day only prepped Hyeon for the night that would follow. He’d been sat at a table for nearly three hours trying to focus on the business meeting that was taking place. There was just no chance he’d even be able to process something happening in front of him with his mind somewhere else. Finally the meeting ended and no one died so it was a success, he shook hands and hugged his father goodbye before he finally checked his phone and grinned. It was almost time for him to meet up with Samuel. To Hyeon, Samuel was alluring and interesting. The heir was no stranger to death and witnessing such atrocities, never had he participated so closely. At least not with accuracy of course, he always panicked and someone else would have to finish the job. It was the main reason his father only allowed him to go on the money collection trips. Kim Joohyuk had very little faith in Song Hyeon, even if he was his son. Blood meant very little when money was involved, the saying ‘blood is thicker than water’ was thrown around for show. Hyeon didn’t mind, less chance of dying was his preferable state of existence.

The car he arrived in was still parked out front of his fathers condo building. A smile adorned his face as he slipped in the back and smiled to the driver who seemed to be asleep seconds earlier. “Where to?” The man asked with a tired smile. Hyeon had know him for eight years now, they’d grown close. He just said home and grinned as he continuously checked his phone for the time and any possible tests. He figured no texts was better than one cancelling. He thanked the driver and nearly ran up to his apartment to change. Quickly he took his suit jacket off and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his elbows. His fingers momentarily running along the tattoos on his arms as he heard the unfamiliar sound of a loud engine. No one in his apartment complex drove one, they were all hipsters much like himself. They all rode actual bicycles.

Hyeon glanced out the window and smiled as he spotted the younger man. He looked sharp and Hyeon’s mind wandered. With one last glance into the mirror, his ran a hand through his freshly dyed dark hair -he was tired of the silver- and quickly got to the door after the sharp knocks. He took one final breath with weak lungs and opened the door to his apartment.

“Hey Sam, my place is a trash bag. Come in. Your bag looks heavy.”

Already distracted.

█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴄᴏғғ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, of course in a non-malicious way. “ Of course it’s heavy, what do you think is in here? “ Samuel flashed a small smirk to the taller, eyes wandering around the apartment as he stepped in. It was a nice place, he could admit that much, he knew the older’s wealth and it showed in his place. The male swiped his tongue over his lips, wetting the surface before walking to kitchen and setting the substantial bag of material down on the table. He didn’t take long before unzipping it, pulling free the Savage 67H Pump Action Shotgun and Hi-Point 995 Carbine model from the fabric, setting them down. His eyes wandered over his prized possessions before he finally reached inside the bag again to retrieve the cartridges of ammunition and extra fire power.

“ You wanted me to teach you how to shoot right ? ” Samuel glanced briefly back at Hyeon, a mischievous grin curling onto the high points of his lips. “ You can learn now, or when we’re there, either way, I’ll teach you well.” He was confident in his skills enough, he knew the other male could hold his own and a little mess at the scene wouldn’t h u r t anyone. “ I like the shotgun the best, it really does make you feel like you’re the shit. However, the Carbine is quicker and easier to shoot and aim. “ He sunk his teeth into his lower lip, a hum resonating softly from the male as he turned back to the weapons laying in front of him. His admiration for his weapons truly carried out further than anything else he owned. They give him a power that he longed for forever.

“ I’m also thinking we pick up some guy from a bar, they’re easier to lure out and are usually to piss drunk to care if you’re male or female. We’ll get a hotel room and book under a fake name, then no one can track us. Unfortunately, my shotgun will be a little too loud so I have a Salvo 12 in the bag as well, rigged with a silencer. The shit sounds like nothing when you fire it, we’ll get out of there easily with no trace. It fault proof, really. ” Samuel began loading the Carbine, pulling the Salvo free from the bag quickly after.

“ Maybe the real question is, how many people do you feel like killing tonight ? “

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█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇᴀʀ sᴜɪᴛs ᴏғᴛᴇɴ, in fact, it was quite foreign to Samuel to be well dressed, but exceptions were always made. A subtle exhale escaped past the male’s thin lips, hand reaching up to push his lock free from his face. Over his arm hung a large dark bag, held by a single strap which swung over Samuel’s right shoulder. It was a decent size, heavily loaded with artillery and essentials for the upcoming hours ahead. Cologne lingered the nap of his tatted neck, face clean and shaven, obvious signs of preparation for the male he was planning to meet up with. It was a s p e c i a l kind of night, one he had never really experienced before, despite his background and familiarity with sort of thing. A slight nervousness lumbered in his mind, whether it would be meeting with Hyeon or the practice they were about to do. It was tricky, every aspect of it. Get caught, and you would pay the price. However, he knew the other male was quite aware of this as well.

Samuel had everything planned out. From the very own act to the get away. The male himself lived in an apartment located in the center of Seoul, two bedrooms, the typical high end apartment. He didn’t hide his wealth well; his killing sprees cashing in most of his cheques, it was quite a vigorous yet rewarding act. Samuel made his way down to the basement parking, fumbling with his keys as he tried to remove them from his suit pocket; legs stiffly making their way to his Ninja H2™R, located in the right of the parking garage. He swung his leg over, pulling his helmet from the bag which hung from his shoulder and rested on the rear of the bike; flipping on the ignition.

Samuel soon rolled up to the apartment of the older, eyes flickering towards the windows as he stopped his bike on the corner street, sliding off as he made his way towards the front entrance, slipping his head wear off in the process. He landed a few knocks on the door, an anxious exhale being drawn from his lips as he waited; stiff with the armed bag hung over his shoulder, weighing it down slightly from the amount of weight the firearms held.

The male would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t racing. It was an odd feeling he rarely got, besides when he made his almost daily kills. It was exciting yet worrisome to Samuel. It was something he would have to get used to while around Hyeon. Maybe it was the thrill to kill someone with him, or just the man in general.

#ɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ── ⁽ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉˢ ⁾ █#snhe

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█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ, Samuel had thought, eyes wandering over the male before folding his arms across his chest. He knew he was an idol by the way he dressed; his appearance giving off more than a massive hint to the industry he was a part of. “ Do you ever get b o r e d of i t ? “ The man cocked his head somewhat to the side , the question coming off as nothing more but pure curiosity as his eyes settled on the other’s well kept face. He would be lying if he didn’t say he was jealous of the well kept manner of idols. It often turned his stomach and made him feel an envy he never quite experienced before with anyone else.

“ Maybe you need a little bit of freedom in your life ? “ He suggested, a small unknown smirk spreading quickly to his lips, causing is eyes to shape somewhat. He never knew about to treat idols, whether it would be kind or straight up. They seemed like a sensitive subject, too fragile for his own liking.

Freedom to Samuel was not anyone’s typical kind of freedom. Boy, did the man love to sink to the dark side at times; he was always in a frenzy to eradicate, whoever it may be. The male never failed to hide his secrets well, he was always kind to strangers, including the people he grows close with. Yet, his mind is a bomb ready to go off at any moment or time. Someone best not wish they be there when it does happen.

“ So what do you say ? ”

#ɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ── ⁽ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉˢ ⁾ █#yuqon

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█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, a lewd grin spread across the thin of his lips as he looked on at the other. Samuel studied people well, and never failed to misjudge a character. He knew this man was of some importance, someone of some kind of authority. The male had a way with people, often other’s never expected him to be nothing more than a money hungry man and part time starving artist. But boy, did he love to k i l l . He tapped his digits lightly to the side of his hallow cheek, a hum resonating from his chest as he studied the male.

“ Why are you watching me? I can tell you are. “ Samuel was never afraid to speak up, people were usually intimated by him; arms lathered in tattoos which trailed up towards his neck. He looked younger than himself, he had thought; head tilting to the side as his eyes ran over the male’s expressions visibly. A student was the only reasonable explanation for his appearance.

“ A cop in training? Private investigator? You’re not fooling anyone here. “ Samuel pursed his lips, teeth sinking into the soft skin of his lower. He was a good liar and skeptically aware; usually the prime traits of someone like himself. The man never missed a chance to mess with someone, even if it just for fun and games.

#ɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ── ⁽ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉˢ ⁾ █#modernholmes

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█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ's ᴛʜɪɴ ʟɪᴘs ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ɢʀɪɴ, a chuckle escaping through the pieces of skin. He was never really open with his own life, but the female has a way with words that tantalized Samuel. “ Everyone’s a little psycho, I just act out on it, other’s hold it in. “ The slim man leaned back in his seat, tilting his head as he exhaled the smoke of his cigarette, “ I don't see the difference between me and people who hide it. I’m painted as the criminal because I couldn’t hold back the craving. What does that make everyone else though ? ” The male paused, his dim optics flickering up to catch the female in his gaze before scoffing.

“ Would you call me e v i l ? “ Samuel narrowed his eyes, brows furrowing before he took another hit of his cigarette; soon crushing it in the tray beside him. “ Are you evil ? ”

#ɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ── ⁽ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉˢ ⁾ █#daisiek

█ ▌「 ☠ 」 ❛ ᴀɪᴍ ᴄᴀʟʟ ! I’ll be absent/slow for the rest of the day. Feel free to add me on aim ( psycho.kr ) No interactions needed previous !

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