Chapter 1
Blood was splattered across the wooden floor. Hoseok's knife was buried deep in the heart of the elderly woman, her cries of pain having long subsided as she rested her eyes for the last time.
He tugged on the blade embedded in her chest till it came free with a sicking slice, blood spurting for the wound and further making a mess. His white gloves were glistening and slippery from the red substance and it made him scrunch his nose in disgust.
However he dare not remove them. He cleaned off his knife with the women's baggy shirt and got up to remove the black mask that had been cupped around his mouth to get a breathe of fresh air.
Seconds later he was greeted by another male wearing the same matching attire he was, shorter but just as agile and deadly as Hoseok was.
"Did you get everything?" He whispered to his partner in crime. Yoongi nodded as he opened the sack he had slung over his back to reveal antique plates, cups, jewels, and even a rare jadeite bracelet that was sure to be worth thousands.
"Let's get out of here," Hoseok led the way too the backdoor to where the two had originally entered the house. It had been just twenty minutes earlier where the two were crouching outside the backyard fence thinking of a course of action and now here they were having successfully completed their mission.
It was easier then it needed to be to climb over the rather tall wooden fence that surrounded the elderly home but the hard task was trying to get their loot over with making a sound and getting caught.
This would prove to one of their tougher cases for their loot was clinking and clanking with every step they took.
"Wait," Hoseok ushered for Yoongi to stay still as he carefully climbed the fence with his still bloody white gloves and sat atop before gesturing for the other to hand him the brown sack.
Yoongi did so and after it was officially in Hoseok's hands he too climbed up to the post and over, landing on the grass nicely. Hoseok passed on their loot to Yoongi once more before getting down himself.
The two crept away from the crime scene with simplicity and stealth, disappearing in the moonlight of the dark night.
Needless to say neither of them noticed the horrified male that stood to the right of the elderly's house, been out for a late night jog and see the entire crime unfold.
Lucky for them, Jimin didn't see their faces, he only knew of their actions.
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