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"Don't fuck it Tae! We got this." Tae mutters to himself as he pulls the straps of his bag and steps into the new school. He looks back to his brother who is sending flying kisses to him as good wishes for a new start.

For a new school!

His eyes follow the people that walk past him and his feet quicken their pace to follow them. It takes him an eternity to find the right classroom and he lets a sigh of relief after he places a hand on the doorframe of the supposed classroom.

To his dismay, the professor slides the door open that he was balancing his girth on. Almost tumbling into the classroom and standing right in front of a class of fifty.

Does numbers matter now? The answer is, hell no!

"New student?" The teacher asks fixing the spectacles on his nose.

Taehyung simply nods innocently and flashes a smile to the entire class. The students almost die on the spot as they encounter the boy's unique smile that was flashed to cover up the awkward entry he gave.

All, except one.

Taehyung's eyes travel over to the boy that sat in the last row. No! Not the typical window seat, but a seat closer to the backdoor.

As if he was waiting for the school to end and be the first one to rush out.

The teacher snaps Taehyung out of his thoughts and asks him to take a seat. Tae casually makes his way to the last row to sit in the seat adjacent to the boy that was struggling to keep his eyes open for the class.

Tae being a clumsy ass has to make a heroic turn, his bag hitting the adjacent seat. The same seat the sleepy head sat on. All the books, sheets, pencils and pouches that were spread on that table beautifully made their way to the tiled floor grabbing everyone's attention.

Taehyung immediately let go of his bag to drop down and pick up the stuff and haphazardly places them back on the table. His fingers stop as they hit something. His eyes blow up when he feels a sharp metal object under his fingertips. He gulps as he takes his hand off of it.

A cutter!

Before Taehyung could pick it, another hand comes rushing from his back and pulls the item instantly. Tae turns to look at the owner of the hand, his eyes meet with the most beautiful orbs he has ever seen.

Angelic eyes that had a demonic glint in them.

Tae jerks back as he feels those hard glares over him. His eyes landed on the nameplate that was pinned to the boy's sweater.

Park Ji-min.

Tae gulps as he tries to scoot a little on the floor to create a distance between him and the new boy.

The teacher clears her throat to bring back everyone's attention to her. Tae takes this opportunity to lift himself and sit on the empty seat beside Jimin. He fixes his hair with his fingers and pulls out a notebook to take down the notes.

"Psss-," Taehyung whispers as he pokes his pencil to Jimin's elbow who was surely pissed off by now.

One, the lecture was super boring and,
Two, this kid is triggering his deep urges to kill.

"Stop bothering me!" Jimin almost whisper shouts throwing his scary stares at him.

"Okay, I won't. But tell me, why do you have a cutter in your pouch?" Tae asks keeping his innocent smile plastered to his face.

Jimin perks an eyebrow with a sly smirk on his sinfully plump lips. He composes himself to compress his budding insights to just stand up and twist the pencil and sink it deep into Tae's throat to shut him up.

"It's for the project. Any problem?" Jimin answers, keeping his tone low so the teacher doesn't catch him. To which Tae simply nods in agreement.

Taehyung is a genius by birth. He may be clumsy at times. But the boy has potential. Not only in studies but also in analysing people. He is intrigued by the new boy.

And now wants to explore him.

His curiosity is kicking in and adrenaline rushing through his body at the thought of studying something new.

Park Jimin!

It wouldn't be a problem. Would it?

Jimin on the other hand has other plans. His eyes keep shifting between the door and his bag. He keeps tapping his leg, his ears carefully noting down every ticking sound that the clock was making behind him. He is getting anxious as the 'second' hand kept moving but the bell isn't ringing.

What the fuck is going on?

The bell rings ultimately and the first person to rush out of the backdoor is Jimin.

Taehyung furrows his eyes when the teacher walks out through the front door of the class without a single complaint. And none of the students in the class gives two fucks about it. All of them act as if it's the most casual thing in the world.

It's as if Jimin is invisible to all of them.

Taehyung tries to get up from his chair but is tackled by a bunch of girls swarming around him. He nervously chuckles and scratches the back of his head but his eyes keep following the small male that walks past the class until he disappears into the corridor.

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"The notebook!" A sturdy student corners Jimin against one of the tall shelves in the library where the cameras rarely catch a view and whisper over his face.

"The envelope first!" Jimin orders by leaning dangerously close, his lips almost brushing the other's lips.

The boy doesn't think twice before pulling out a white envelope loaded with cash and placing it in Jimin's hands that were half-covered with sleeves portraying them smaller than they already were.

Before Jimin could even count the money in the white pack, the man shoves Jimin against the wall, with his cheek and chest compressed against it. The man runs his hand along Jimin's back and pulls the zipper down to take out the 'good' stuff.

His study material.

He flips through the pages and lets go of Jimin once he finds the 'question paper' he is browsing for. He walks away without giving Jimin another glance.

Jimin pats the dust off his shoulders before fixing his sweater vest. He pulls the cutter from beneath his sleeves and twirls it between his fingers and slyly smirks.

"Be glad that you weren't on my list," Jimin mumbles to himself and walks over to the centre of the library smoothly sliding his cutter back into the sleeve.

He fixes his eyes over the wall clock and the moment it strikes eight, the boy makes his way towards the restroom to ambush.

The students are instructed to leave the room and the librarian checks out. The security walks around the shelf of books and shuts down the power supply after finding it empty.

Well! Was it empty though?

A library filled with students and librarians that is supposed to be silent as fuck; filled with cameras all over to catch even finest movement, making it a place to be least doubted.

A perfect place to hide your crimes. A perfectly concealed place.

It is Jimin's workplace. To be precise his hunting ground to attack scapegoats that squirm around the tables in the name of studying.

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