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Myungsoo was quite the quirky individual. It was no secret that he had an obsession with strange ways pf dying since he had tried out several at the mafia on traitors. He had come to prefer really slow methods of dying that caused the most pain and the loudest screams. He liked the screams that came with the pain. Myungsoo glanced at his notebook of death, where he had written downall the ways he had tried killing someone. His preciosu Death Note of sorts. But of course, he had a dream way of dying himself. Maybe something quick. Like a gunshot to the head.

Currently, though the young man sat in the courtyard of the school, just relaxing after his classes, scrolling through the pictures on his camera. Oh yes, he also liked taking pictures of his victims as a sort of memento for him. It was almost sickening and yet Myungsoo found it…art. beautiful.

The way Jimin saw it, swimming – while playing an important role in his life – was not his life completely. He was dedicated, but not to the point where he’d give up his entire life for the sake of professional sports (even though the thought had crossed his mind once or twice). During high school, he’d put in six hours a week to practice swimming, something to break himself of the routine of his everyday life, and a couple of years later, he was still putting in the same amount of time to improve his strength, if not more. The training in university differed from what he’d been used to in high school, and although transitioning into the position on Mugunghwa’s swim club took a bit more time than he’d been expecting, he managed to notice the difference between the two rather quickly.

Competitions, for one. While not a thing Jimin was originally very enthused about, over time, competitions appeared to have grown on him. During the first semester, Jimin had only signed up for a four-hundred meter medley relay during one of the swim club’s competitions, because the captain had made sure to tell everyone that it was obligatory. Over the last semester, however, Jimin was almost always the first to sign up for the events of any competition, and the contrast between the two was almost shocking.

Jimin had come to realize, somewhere between the first semester and the last, that the drive that always brought him back to the pool was only strengthened during competitions. Something about being in the water with a goal in mind, from experience, had only pushed him to do more – to swim faster, neater, to make it look more professional. Jimin wouldn’t admit it out loud, but deep down, he had a liking for competitions.

That day, he’d woken up late, after having forgotten to set the right alarm the night before, and in no less than a couple of minutes after that he’d bolted out of his door, grey duffel bag in hand, and his phone laying forgotten on his nightstand (right where he’d left it after checking the time and nearly jumping out of his bed).

Fast forward ten to twenty minutes, after Jimin’s sprint over to the fitness center and after a quick change in the fitness center’s locker room, and Jimin was rushing over to stand beside his fellow club members, blinking a wincing a couple of times while he hurriedly put his swim cap over his fading crimson red hair and awaited the event he was in to be called (which, if his memory served to be correct, he’d made it in almost in time for).

He found his eyes skimming over the small audience that had started to gather by the door, and something that was strangely familiar to disappointment fell into his system when he couldn’t find the one face he’d been hoping to see that day.

despite how distant the man was, sunggyu found himself feeling something akin to pity for ahn jaehyun, the man who aided him in the removal of that body long ago. he had seen what happened that night, having been dragged to that damn party by his boyfriend. he saw the pain that etched ahn jaehyun’s features, saw how his eyes morphed and glazed over. he saw the intent to kill. and he heard of the death of that girl. he knew that the taller would be distraught, after all -- ahn jaehyun was a delicate creature.

sunggyu had grown a sort of soft spot for the pale, almost vampire like male.

it took him a while to think of a way to distract jaehyun from these troubles that faced him, and eventually he managed to figure out a way. it was all thanks to binx, his kitten that seems to still be so small. she had been playing with his pants and the chain hanging off the side; and he realized he knew just what the other needed.

so sunggyu had grabbed his wallet and made his way towards the nearest pet store.

now, finding the perfect kitten for jaehyun had taken some time, he had to make sure the kitten would fit the man and his needs. after a while, he came across a little white kitten with flat ears and wide eyes. for some reason, the cat seemed to remind sunggyu of the man. he had bought the feline and the little darling curled up against his neck as he carried her out the store. and after buying a little goody back for the kitten, he found himself making his way to jaehyun’s apartment.

of course to get there, he has to pass by lee junho’s.

it was always hard to walk by that door without wanting to barge in and wring the fuckers neck, but for jaehyun’s sake he managed well enough and found himself standing in front of the chocolate milk lovers home. he waited a minute, checking the bag and making sure he had everything. cat food, litter, a cat box, toys and a little cat bed as well. the kitten buried from her place on sunggyu's shoulder, curled up into a fluff ball. he was happy the little one was able to rest on shoulders, ahn jaehyun would like that too.

with his free hand, sunggyu gave a few swift knocks to the door. he heard nothing at first, but then  a faint sound came through. brows frowning, sunggyu found his thin patience spiking and he knocked again, but harder. he wasn’t going to be ignored, not when he took the time to try and bring his -- friends (?) mood up. so knocking again, he cleared his throat.

“ahn jaehyun, come out here now.”

Jimin had been in the infirmary for an entire day, and he’d already had enough. He hated it – he hated the creaky bed they’d given him, he hated the feeling of constant dizziness, and he hated how white everything was. It didn’t make sense to him how a place so depressingly described had to have the bright white interior accompanying it.

He wanted out.

Unfortunately, with the second grade sprain he’d managed to give himself, he couldn’t even manage to get himself out of the hospital bed alone, and thus wanting out wasn’t enough to get him out of the stupid facility.

His first thought was to call Arisa Yagi – the first person who’d come up to offer him help, but no that was too much to ask of the girl. So, after a bit of hesitation, he ended up dialling Jaehyun’s number – Jaehyun, one of his closest friends.

“–Jae, can you come pick me up from the infirmary?”

“You always brought out the best in me and right now I need that.”

Jaehyun had muttered something nearly incomprehensible into the fabric Jimin’s shirt, and Jimin had almost missed it.

Their limbs were entangled, Jimin splayed out on the bed – like a starfish, the elder would often tell him – with Jaehyun very well curling up against him.

Him uttering those words, it didn’t surprise Jimin as much as it used to.

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