𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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Although I have everything sorted out, there's just one more thing I need to do before I accept what currently is and move on.

Even though I'm still pissed at Dad, the store was still his dream. I couldn't have my dream because of his store, and now, it's all for nothing.

Before I move on, I'm going to track down the Street Killer and give him a piece of my mind for wrecking our lives. Because of him, I'll have to work two jobs, which will make my life even more difficult.

Although I have no idea where he'll be, I know one thing for certain, and it's hinted through his name: he'll most certainly be on the streets.

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

The rest of the day went as normal. The only difference is that Yoongi kindly dropped me off at my house instead of the store, which I appreciated.

When I walked inside the house, I noticed Dad wasn't home yet, so I quickly headed upstairs, took a quick shower, and dressed up in dark clothing.

I have no clue what time Dad would be home, but I did know that I wouldn't be leaving the house until it was pitch black outside. The only issue is that I hate the dark and the evil that hides in the shadows.

I know I don't have to do this. I can change my mind, stay home, and accept what is, but after seeing Dad so upset, I know I need to get everything off my chest. It sounds crazy, but I don't think I have the willpower to move on until I speak my truth to him. After all, it's his fault we're digging ourselves a deeper pit to crawl out of.

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I wait by the window in the living room, peeking through the blinds until I see the street light come on.

It's not extremely dark yet, but it's still light enough for me to have the courage to go through with this.

Walking outside of the front door and locking the door behind me, I pull away from the doorknob, letting a small breath of air past through my body before taking the first step down the porch steps.

𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

I stick to myself, crossing my arms over my chest while staying in the shadows just as I planned. By now, the sky is dark and no ounce of the sun's rays can be seen from above.

Following the street lights as if a beacon while sticking to the sidewalks, I calm my heart rate while slowing my movements around another corner at the end of the block.

I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary yet, and a part of me feels stupid for coming out here like this. Here I am, coming outside at the scariest time while thinking I can confront a stranger who could well be a murderer.

"You're such an idiot, Vee," I say to myself, gently smiling when I notice how much I'm beginning to sound like Yoongi.

Even though I don't know much about Yoongi, I wouldn't mind if he was here right now. Of course, I know he would thump my forehead for dragging him out here, but I know he would still stay. I can imagine him now.

He would be wearing that nonchalant expression of his with his hands shoved in his pockets while following me around. He would yawn a couple of times and urge me to hurry up because he would be hungry or sleepy or probably both knowing him. Honestly, I would kill to even hear a complaint of his right this second, even over the phone would do just fine.