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“V, I’m coming over.”

That is all Yoosung Kim said before he hung up the phone. Currently, there was an unknown woman in Rika’s apartment, and security of the RFA was breached. Now V? V was shitting bullets. Not literally, that’s another route ending, but he was metaphorically shitting bullets. He was going to tell Yoosung not to come, it was dangerous, it was far, he wasn’t even in Korea. But he knew. Yoosung was rapidly approaching his location and there was nothing he could do to stop it. How on earth would Yoosung even find him? Wait, fuck.

V had his snap maps on.

Horrified V frantically fiddled with his phone telling Siri to turn his snap maps off, but of course Siri did not do that. So now the background music playing was an old Mr Clean commercial. Great, brilliant, how do you turn this thing off? Technology and kids these days-

Speaking of kids, Yoosung Kim just smashed through the door. Not with his fist, he was a human battering ram. If we were in an older year we could link this to a certain Miley Cyrus song but we must digress. Every cell in V’s body was screaming at him to run, to yell, to not be a little bitch boy. Alas, it did not work. Every backwards step V took, Yoosung took one forward, or at least V thought. He was trying his hardest to use his bitch boy toothpaste eyes. Suddenly, Yoosung Kim was right in front of him. His eyes blazing in absolute fury, high off of a good round of LOLOL. Trembling, V was backed up to a wall, he genuinely wanted to scream, but this short man had him cornered.

Everything seemed to pause as Yoosung drew his arm back, mouth contorted in absolute anger. Every emotion he had held back towards V, all for Rika’s sake. And, now he’s tarnishing her legacy? He didn’t even realise he was in the mountains. All he knew was his fist had to make contact with V’s BBL (Bitch Boy Loser’s) face. Time seemed to slow as both had time to reflect their decisions. V had accepted death. Yoosung was becoming… a MAN.

It was done then. As the holy Yoosung’s fist punched and broke the heathen V’s nose, holy justice was truly delivered to the beautiful land of South Korea. V was trembling upon the ground, tainted by his presence when the holy true and good Yoosung stood above him. Looking up, V could see a truly glorious mustache gracing Yoosung’s upper lip. A true reward for his true and honest good act, V could only sob at this magnificence. Upon hearing his unholy sobs, the Pure Manly Yoosung uttered one word.

“Bitch.”

(Idea created with my beautiful wife Rosie whom I'm not actually married to.)