╭──────────..─╮ a week ago -- ⚠️
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Blood dripped from the trash bag that Mingi carried over his back, and he grunted as he dragged it. "Fuck, this bitch is too heavy" He mustered all his strength to lift it, dropping it in the large trash bin. It reeked now, but that dead body was gonna make it worse.

He took a second to look at his forearms that were littered with scratches. "The bitch scratches like a cat, hm, maybe if she did it hard enough she would have been alive. Hm. Isn't that crazy?" He talked to himself, something he did often.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Now (spending the night with him/bsf) ╰─..★.──────────╯ Ever since you stepped foot inside of the Song household, it smelled awful, like something had died, and when you asked him about it, he brushed it off. Saying he didn't know why, and you just accepted it.

You really weren't suspicious anymore until when he was in the shower, and you were in his closet looking for a shirt of his to wear. That god-awful smell came again. You stepped deeper into the closet, and when the light hit the puddle of blood, your bare foot did, making you freeze.

Along with it was a knife, thrown carelessly into the puddle of blood. "What the hell.." you muttered, bending down to pick it up, seeing it covered in blood. And then, you felt warm breath tickling your nape, feeling another warm body near.... Mingi...

"You're not supposed to be in here...and you weren't supposed to find that.."