Chapter 16: Unanswered Questions
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A/N: as you see, I'm still alive :)
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Taehyung sighed looking at his reflection, water dripping down his face, his eyes tired but retaining its vibrant deep black shade.
He bent down, splashing water on his face again and then stood up straight, staring at his reflection..
It was 5:50am- a little earlier than his usual schedule, but Taehyung couldnt really sleep anymore.
If there was anything worse than seeing corpses and blood in nightmares- was those blazing red orbs that haunted him every night.
Nightmares and dreams worked in a peculiar way- on the most, one can never dream about something spontaneous that one has never experienced in their lives.
For an example, in those dreams where you're falling from a height and crashing beneath, one's body jerks awake because their mind cannot comprehend or imagine of what comes after death-
It surely is one of the many favourite picked instances for the concept- Taehyung knew this better... but then he couldn't understand why was he even seeing two flaming balls of crimson red in his nightmares- something that he doesn't recall to have seen it anywhere-
Brushing his thoughts away from his mind Taehyung once again splashed water on his face and wiped it with a towel.
Avoiding looking at his body, Taehyung quickly slipped into his track pants and pulled a plain hoodie over this shoulders.
Tying his shoelaces, the Detective grabbed his phone, pushing it down his pockets and stepped out of his home to go for a jog.
Taehyung spotted few early birds outdoors who were exercising just like him.
His gaze remained on his path, focused and unwavering but unamused at the same time- like always.
Nearing to the endpoint of his daily 15-minute jog around the district, Taehyung slowed down on his feet- only for his senses to flare up to catch onto a sheen gust of wind and faint footsteps.
Swiftly turning around, a stilling silence resonated back to him.
Taehyung squint his eyes searching through the faint fog layered street, to find anything suspicious that had triggered his senses.
There was definitely something or someone who was tailing him-
or maybe it was just in his head-
Taehyung sighed, shaking his thoughts away and turned on his heels, departing from the deserted eeiry street.
Deserted- for his mortal eyes.
But the looming figure simply watched the odd human walk away.
Interesting indeed, he admitted.
A sparkle of curiosity igniting his brown eyes, only to morph into blazing golden.
His slender finger twirled around the faint red thread the odd human left behind on his trail.
A connection-
A faint connection with the Devil himself-
Not strong, but faint- as faint as a strand of a single hair.
How peculiar.
The silver angel hummed, reeling in the red thread between his fingers as his brain crammed up- trying to figure out the questions that had sprouted out of nowhere-
The angel exhaled softly, his eyes returning to its normal shade and the faint red thread vanished from his sight.
He couldnt help but wonder-
What in the world had his banished brother done to have a red string tied down to a mere human who wasn't anything more than just a colleague?
Just a colleague.
He wasn't some loyal guard unlike the pink haired demon, who had a similar but a stronger red string tied down to him from the Devil.
The human- was just a colleague- an acquaintance.
The red string doesn't get tied down to acquaintances-
So, why?
The angel paused, dread creeping upto him.
This was bad-
Definitely-
And Namjoon could already feel something stirring up.
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"What are you doing Jungkook?" Taehyung deadpanned, slightly annoyed watching the raventte slacking on while he was forced to continue working on the papers on his desk.
"Ah- Detective Kim! I- uh am playing this-" Jungkook paused tilting to bye side, his eyes full of determination and the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth.
"- this game. I downloaded it last night along with Jimin and we both made a pact to race to the level 10,000" Jungkook continued veering to the right, his hands gripped around his smartphone.
"-whoever loses has to strip tease in Sinner"
Taehyung blinked.
Taehyung blinked again.
Then he sighed.
Seriously- he wasnt even slightly surprised.
"Is there even a level 10,000?" Taehyung asked, exhausted from his partner's idiocy.
Jungkook looked up momentarily- his face dawning onto realization.
"Oh..." Jungkook paused but then his lips curled into a smile
"well... we wouldnt know until we reach there, now would we?" he shrugged , going back into the game.
Taehyung sighed.
Idiots.
Clowns.
Crackheads.
Taehyung was dealing with all of them- no... just one. Infact, Taehyung was dealing with a guy who was simply the President for all those categories mentioned above.
Taehyung groaned and kicked Jungkook, who yelped and threw a curse, groaning back.
"Stop sitting on your lazy ass and help with this shit-" Taehyung snarled, going back to the paperwork.
"Well.. I'm just a crime scene police consultant- my job description didnt say that I had to work on some petty paperwork" Jungkook replied cockily and Taehyung found his own eyes twitching.
Gripping onto the pen between his fingers and gritting his teeth, Taehyung turned around to look at the raventte who help up a smug grin.
Taehyung's glare receded, his eyes folding into crescents and a pure sarcastic smile tugging his lips up.
"But your job description definitely said that you won't be allowed on active crime sites bearing serious threat and that you could only provide your views when you're summoned by the task force" Taehyung paused, his index finger below his chin "mmmm I mean... if you worship your job description rules so much, you should follow them all and not just pick few ones that favour you..."
Taehyung looked back at the raventte spotting the surprised defeated look on his face.
Taehyung grinned inwardly.
Jungkook groaned and put his phone aside while Taehyung grinned with victory.
"Paperwork tires me out" Jungkook clicked his tongue taking his seat beside the male.
"Mm, I dont care" Taehyung sassed rolling his eyes and handing the male one of the files on his desk.
"If I lose to Jimin then you'll have to watch me strip tease" Jungkook said smugly, hoping the Detective would let him off the hook.
"Mm kay" Taehyung deadpanned circling out a paragraph on his file, wanting to check it out later to find some leads to the lethal drug (or 'Smurf Powder' as Jungkook had named) they had a week ago.
Jungkook stared, delirious and surprised from not receiving any reaction from the Detective.
"Okay- well then just know that I'm here because you begged me to help you" Jungkook exaggerated, holding onto the strings of Taehyung's sanity.
"Sure" Taehyung shrugged unamused, clearly knowing the raventte's intentions.
"Oh c'mon Detective Kim!" Jungkook groaned with defeat, slamming the file shut as the Detective slowly turned to look at him "just say that you miss me and go-"
"I miss you" Taehyung cut in, eyes cold.
Jungkook was sure the sudden reply had his right eye twitching out of pure horror.
He gasped dramatically and leaned away from the Detective.
"Who are you?! What have you done to Detective Kim?!!" Jungkook yelped, clasping his mouth shut while the rest of the officers around threw weird glances at the duo.
Taehyung pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes down at the raventte
"I said what you asked now get down to work"
Jungkook hung his head low, sighing. He cracked his knuckles and leaned back in, taking the file from the desk and began flipping the pages at turtle-pace.
Taehyung clicked his tongue, irritated.
"If you finish early, we can go grab a bite later-"
Jungkook's eyes lit up "A date?!?! then why didnt you say so??!!! Dont worry Detective Kim, your favorite partner is here to rescue you-"
Taehyung snorted at the response, shaking his head. "You're not my favorite partner"
"I am" Jungkook beamed, grinning as he worked onto the file.
"You're not."
"I am."
"Not."
"So totally am."
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Jimin pulled onto his black leather jacket, tugging it down his torso.
He licked his lips, and carded his fingers through his cherry pink hair.
Tilting his head slightly, the Demon smirked at his reflection satisfied with his outfit and leather boots.
He walked past the mirror and snuck his phone into his pockets. He grabbed his motorcycle keys- the metal jingling on his fingers.
The pink haired demon paused on his way out, looking back at his heavenly forged mystic knife, Mortem.
Jimin contemplated.
Do I need it? He asked himself.
Nah...
Jimin turned away from the enticing deadly weapon, only to sprint back and grab it, stuffing into his pants that had a customized secure hoop to hold his knife.
He couldn't just leave it.
Mortem was his favorite toy.
The best part of it was the way it'd slice through- sure, he wasnt allowed to kill mortals- but Jungkook never forbid him from using fists to rough up his victims a bit. It wasnt anything serious- not to Jimin at least.
It's never serious unless it had to involve death. But Jimin was a skilled torturer like that- so rest assured, his victims would indeed live to see another day.
Besides, the pink haired demon didnt prey on the weak- he'd simply put himself on a silver platter and allow all the 'wannabe-predators' approach him.
Jimin's tactics were simple.
Get pissed.
Walk into a random bar.
Pick a stranger to fight and beat him to death.
Calm his nerves down.
Much to Jimin's dismay, Jungkook had prohibited him from breaking anything in Sinner- and thus Jimin had to find new ways to relieve his anger.
However at the moment, Jimin wasn't heading out to quench his blood thirst- but rather he was on a quest under Jungkook's command.
The pink haired demon walked across his aprtment, only to pause when a blinding light stung his vision.
"Fuckin-" Jimin cursed, shading his eyes from the light "turn off your dammed switch-"
Jimin crossed his arms, annoyance striking him by few meters when he spotted the silver angel in his living room.
"What the hell do you want?" Jimin barked, impatient.
Namjoon ruffled his hair and sighed a bit.
"I came to see Jungkook but he's not up there, but I sensed you here" Namjoon replied, looking at the Demon.
"Okay that's nice but can you leave now cause unlike your unemployed self, I've got a job to do" Jimin retorted, his tone just as gruff as it had ever been with the angel.
"I have something to ask you" Namjoon said in return, unfazed by the Demon's familair rudeness "it's about Jungkook"
Jimin sighed obnoxiously loud as he shifted his weight to his other leg.
Namjoon walked up to the male, sensing the Demon was willing to hear.
"Well... it's about Jungkook's recent job- the police consultant position..." Namjoon paused.
"Yeah what about it?" Jimin cut in.
"I just want to know what you think about it" Namjoon shrugged, crossing his arms against his chest.
"For starters, I dont really know and we dont talk about it. As long as he's not dying out there it's none of my concern and I dont really care what he does." Jimin deadpanned, slightly surprised that the Angel was asking for his views.
Namjoon hummed in response, a little troubled.
"Does Jungkook appear any different to you? Ever since he began working there?"
Jimin narrowed his eyes down at the taller male as he stepped closer to him, hostility emitting out of his eyes.
"Alright Namjoon what are you trying to get at?"
The angel pursed his lips, not wanting to give away any more information than required.
Namjoon faked a perfect cover-up chuckle.
"Well- with Jungkook's history, I am a little bit concerned with him having affiliations with the police department"
Jimin rolled his eyes "you make it sound like we run a mafia"
Namjoon blinked suggestively and a little too obvious, raising his eyebrows.
"I just dont want mortals figuring out things. Not to mention my brother already parades around saying he's the Devil..." Namjoon sighed.
"You dont have to worry about mortals figuring it out." Jimin replied, running his thumb across his neck "they'll be dead by then"
Namjoon sealed his lips with disapproval wafting off of him.
Jimin's lips tugged up, to form a smirk "I'm just kidding. Just kidding- loosen up Namjoon." Jimin chuckled dangerously "You know I dont prey the weak- if I'd have to taint Mortem again, I'd start with driving it straight into your heart"
Jimin smiled devilishly.
"So... do not worry" Jimin chided, his eyes folding into crescents.
Namjoon clicked his tongue, irritated by the blatant open threat the Demon put up for him.
"Now about Jungkook-" Namjoon cut in, to get down straight to the topic and to not entertain the hopeless Demon anymore.
"Ugh you're no fun-" Jimin snorted "like I said, I dont care what he does unless he's dying. However I still do think this whole job thing is a bad idea- mortal weapons cant hurt him and if they'd figure out he's invincible to bullets and knives, things could go bad." Jimin shrugged
"-and then there is that bastard Detective Kim. I hate his face and his guts but Jungkook keeps yapping on about that guy. Detective Kim this- Detective Kim that- ugh! It annoys me to death. Jungkook is literally wrapped around his finger. If I could get away with killing mortals, he'd be first on my list." Jimin fumed, curling his fingers into a fist.
"Detective Kim hmm... it's that guy- from the hospital right? The one who got shot?" Namjoon enquired, picking his words carefully.
"Yeah- yeah that's him. Best Police officer my ass- he cant even dodge close range bullets" Jimin grumbled under his breath.
Namjoon licked his lips, his gaze focused on the floor as Jimin continued rambling on about the Detective, who he oh-so dearly hated.
The silver angel paused, recalling the incident from the hospital-
He remembered the Detective being badly injured and Jungkook having holes in his shirt- not to forget, he had unleashed a bit of his powers that had alerted him, same as it had to the pink haired Demon.
The Devil did seem a little weary that day- it wasnt much, but Namjoon had definitely noticed the tiredness in the raventte's eyes.
The angel looked up, confused. He could feel the answer at the tip of his tongue, but he still couldnt grasp onto it.
It was frustrating.
What had happened that day?
What had Jungkook done to the Detective?
Or did something happen before that incident?
Or was it later?
Maybe recently?
"- will you stop gawking at my face bird man?" Jimin snarled clicking his tongue, snapping Namjoon out of his thoughts.
"Oh.. sorry, I zoned out a bit-" the angel apologised politely earning nothing more than a disgusted look from the pink haired Demon.
"Yeah whatever just know that I dont sleep with stuck up saints- yall disgust me" Jimin scoffed.
"I- I was not flirting with you Demon" Namjoon replied curtly, completely bewildered and irritated by the sentence.
"Mmhm that's what they all say until I have them on their knees worshipping me" Jimin shrugged, smiling cockily with amusement.
Namjoon sealed his lips knowing there was no point in continuing the conversation, knowing how the Demon loved twisting sentences into something vile and unholy.
"Anyway- get outta here, I'm leaving" Jimin said snapping his fingers as he turned on his heels and began walking towards the door.
Namjoon stood still watching the pink haired demon walk out and the door close behind his back.
The silver angel sighed, letting his true eyes take over, a bright golden haze emitting from him.
Just like he had expected-
If there was anyone the Devil had the red string ties with all this time- was his own personal guard.
Park Jimin.
Namjoon crouched on the floor, picking up the red string trail the Demon left behind.
The string was thick and strong- unlike the one the Detective had left behind. The texture of the strings, spoke of the roots of connection of loyalty and trust between two people- the stronger the string, the longer the two had been trusting each other.
And in this case, the one between Jungkook and Jimin was by far the strongest Namjoon had seen in his entirety. It wasnt surprising, the angel had always been aware of it- for he had seen it centuries ago.
But what troubled him was how the Detective carried the same string as the pink haired Demon and the fact that Jungkook had never allowed another person (not even another Demon or an Angel) drift close enough to him, for a red string to form from him.
In other words-
The Devil has not trusted another living or a dead soul- not even slightly.
So Namjoon was left to his thoughts and unanswered questions.
He wondered.
What in the world did a mere human possess- for the Devil himself, to entrust his loyalty and trust?
What... did the Detective mean to Jungkook?
Was he really just an acquaintance?
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The raven haired male clicked onto the 'send' option on the screen and then leaned back into his seat, relaxed.
Picking up his coffee cup, he sipped onto the sweet chilled drink that tingled on his tastebuds.
His pale skin glistened a bit from the sunlight that dipped in from the clear glass windows in the cozy warm Cafe.
The raven haired male removed his reading-glasses and put them aside, rubbing his eyes a bit- small specks of coral blue sparking in them, before returning to it's normal shade.
He sighed tiredly.
Yoongi wasnt any special being-
Considering how quickly his powers drained from his body- Yoongi was definitely more or less an average human.
On days where he would be running on fumes, he would be nothing more than a frail flightless bird.
Yoongi mostly laughed it off on his own- laughed it off from knowing how cursed he was-
To have immortality bound to him like a blood sucking leech. To live for as long as he could remember, to witness things rise and fall before his eyes.
His eyes- were his curse.
A unique shade of blue- that reflected the undiscovered depths of oceans.
In shorter words, Yoongi was a Seer.
A fortune teller- if one may as well say.
Yoongi had long given up on living, exhausted with the way life worked- sure, he was physically weak, mentally frail but he was strong enough to not take a knife up his heart-
Well- there wasn't a knife that could kill kill him anyway-
But Yoongi didnt want to die yet- maybe, just maybe- he wanted to nap a little longer, maybe just for a few decades to escape his human self.
Yeah... just that-
Sure, dying did sound peaceful- an eternal rest, did infact sound nice... but then again, dying seemed worthless- Dying without having something to leave behind definitely seemed pretty worthless
Yoongi sipped his americano and sighed, his chin resting on his palm- dazing off into the distance with his mind wandering everywhere, all until the Cafe door opened to reveal a figure clad in leather.
Yoongi's eyes widened in horror.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Averting his gaze, Yoongi quickly buried his face into his laptop.
Sure, crossing ways with the Devil again had Yoongi on the edge of his seat- but thankfully the Devil in his natural state was nothing more than a buffoon dancing around being completely oblivious to his surroundings.
Yoongi knew this all too well.
But then the Devil's loyal gaurd- Park Jimin was anything but a buffoon and he gave all the right reasons why Yoongi never wanted to cross paths with the male.
For he knew, to be even slightly suspected by the pink haired demon- the outcome wouldnt be any less than Death knocking at your door.
In his entire immortal life, Yoongi had skillfully avoided the two- knowing its consequences, but it had seemed like his luck had finally run out- with not having to just cross paths with the Devil, but even his loyal Gaurd and even a Silver Angel- all, in the same country and the same timeline.
This was just something bad waiting to happen-
Yoongi's eyes widened when he noticed the leather pants him few meters away from him in his peripheral view.
"Excuseme- mind if I sit here? There's nowhere else to sit"
Yoongi looked up, gulping inwardly.
"Uh.. uh- yeah sure"
The pink haired male smiled, sliding into the seat opposite to Yoongi.
The raven haired male kept his gaze low, feeling the burning stare from the Demon.
"I'm Jimin. What's your name?" The Demon asked right off the bat, startling Yoongi a bit.
"Min Yoongi" he mumbled, looking up and registering the grin on the other's face.
"Min Yoongi... hm.. I see-" Jimin paused, tilting his head.
Yoongi lowered his head and continued with his work, trying his best to avoid the heated gaze.
The raven haired male was no fool- the Demon was clearly making it painfully obvious that he was staring and it set Yoongi's nerves flaring with anxiousness.
Irritated, Yoongi finally looked up, his hand gripping his knee underneath the table to steady himself.
"Excuseme, but... can you stop staring? It's a little... weird" Yoongi spoke up, his tone soft but stern.
A shameless grin tugged the pink haired demon's lips.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, feigning his expressions "I didn't mean to- I mean- I kinda did. You're sorta cute y'know?"
Yoongi pursed his lips-
Great.
Mumbling a curse in his head, Yoongi went back to his work, weary of the Demon tapping his fingers impatiently on the table.
Yoongi almost let out a breath of relief, but when the pink haired demon groaned and slammed his hands on the table, Yoongi jolted- focusing his entire might in hiding the true colors of his eyes and toning down his aura, knowing they'd spike back if he were to be startled.
"Oh- Oh my- I'm so sorry-" the Demon apologised (or whatever that seemed like) leaning over the table, grabbing the paper napkins.
Yoongi only then looked down at his shirt- a huge brown stain fron his spilt drink and felt the coldness sticking to his skin underneath the fabric.
Yoongi leaned away from Jimin in attempt of not wanting the male to touch him- in fear of being caught.
"N-No! Its fine- just- its fine-" Yoongi yelped in defiance, but it was already too late when the Demon's hands touched his chest.
Yoongi froze, shutting his eyes tightly.
Images flew by his eyes, taking him to his mindspace-
He heard somebody whistling a tune in a distance- it was ominous... dark.
And then he was walking into a warmly lit vintage room, his body froze spotting the dark red liquid that flooded the room.
He waded through the murky waters, reaching out to the table set in the middle of a room that had a single knife with intricate carvings placed at the middle.
It was odd... an odd knife.
Yoongi lift his hands to pick up the knife, but everything blurred before his eyes again.
Opening them, he was in a meadow- Daisys and Lavenders surrounding him.
It was bright... the sunshine warm.
It felt pleasant.
And then he turned around, his eyes spotting a figure clad in white clothes sitting on a swing.
The figure turned around, his soft pink locks falling aside from the gentle breeze greeting them.
Jimin.
He smiled, eyes folding into crescents-
"Help me Yoongi" Jimin chuckled gesturing the swing, a warm smile on his lips.
"Help me Yoongi" he repeated, in the same tone and Yoongi walked ahead, confused as to why he was a part of the vision- only to stop dead in his steps, noticing something off.
"Help me Yoongi" his continued, his voice breaking down- turning distorted and static.
"Help me Yoongi"
Dark veins sprouted on his skin, eyes pooling with darkness.
"Help me Yoongi" he growled
Yoongi stumbled back, watching the pink haired male transform into something unholy with the skies simultaneously darkening.
"HELP ME YOONGI!" He screamed.
Yoongi crawled back on the muck-covered ground, completely terrified.
The air came to a standstill, and whatever- that was Jimin a second ago, turned to look at him.
Eyes sad with dark murky colored blood pouring out of his sockets.
"Why.. won't you help me Yoongi?" He whispered, his voice broken.
Yoongi felt his lips quiver.
A harsh tug landed on his heart and a stinging pain slam into his face, with all the images blurring away again.
His eyes flung opem to meet a pair of dark ones looking intently into him along with a few others who had surrounded in the cafe.
"Sheesh man I thought you died-" Jimin chuckled nervously, letting out a breath of relief and running his hand through his hot pink locks.
"I didnt even elbow you in the face that hard but then you passed out- Dear Devil for one second back there I honestly thought Jungkook would kill m-" Jimin rambled on only to pause when he noticed the silence.
Jimin looked down at the raven haired male, who was still stuck in a trance.
"Hey- you okay man?" Jimin asked awkwardly, not being very familiar with emotions or comforting.
Jimin felt his lungs constrict when Yoongi looked up, his eyes brimming with tears that cascaded down his cheek in a melancholy manner.
What...
in the world?
Yoongi's eyes widened on realization that he was infact crying in the public- not to mention his nemesis was right infront of him.
He hastily rubbed his eyes on his sleeve and quickly gathered up his stuff, clutching them all together and then sprinted out, without wasting another second in the Demon's presence.
The confused crowd, dispersed leaving Jimin stranded near the table.
His eyes locked on the door that was now shut.
What in the world had happened?
Jimin racked his brains and clicked his tongue.
He pulled onto the lapels of his leather jacket, anxiousness clawing at him from the inside.
What in the world was that?
The pink haired demon walked towards the door, holding his elbow.
"Did I hit him too hard?" Jimin mumbled to himself, entirely confused.
Well...the guy was in tears afterall-
Jimin clicked his tongue, irritated at his thoughts.
"It was an accident!" He scoffed, trying to console himself.
Great.
He could already feel guilt pooling inside him.
Just great.
Sighing, Jimin walked back to his motorcycle- a Kawasaki Ninja in matte black shade.
Distaste filled his senses, considering his mission was unsuccessful only for it to end up with making his target cry-
Not like his previous targets didnt cry- oh no, they did. Infact they cried a lot, bleeding to death on most occasions.
But then this was different-
Confusing-
Maybe a little annoying too-
And it frustrated Jimin, for he couldnt understand, why...
Why a stranger could shake up his thoughts with nothing more than a pair of eyes that he couldn't decipher?
Jimin groaned, softly hitting his head to his helmet, trying to tone down his guilt.
Emotional thoughts and long sentences never brought any justice to him.
Infact, Jimin hated anything and everything that he couldn't understand.
Scoffing, Jimin put on his helmet and turned on the ignition of his motorcycle.
He shook his head recalling the incident and accelerated on the handle.
Min Yoongi?
He snorted.
Whatta wimp.
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Author's Note:
Yoooooooo, I'm sorry this was just a filler- but this chapter serves as a proper introduction to the other main characters, so bare with me.
There will be a lot of taekook in the next chap, I promise-
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Anyway-
ohboiii it's our President Joon's Birthday today yoooohoooooo
HAPPY NAMJOON DAY YALLLL
💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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Ngl but Jimin's character reminds me of Chuuya from BSD for some reason- (if Jimin had orange hair in here and wore a hat with a 3 piece suit- phew)
I know I'm the author and I myself wrote this shit but I cant help myself but fangirl over this discovery yo-
BSD's cast had me simping big time like haha Dazai daddy choke me bYe-
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And... well... FORGIVE ME for all the late updates... online classes are right up my ass and I've been super busy not having enough time to write.
I'm just glad yall still keep waiting for this shit I write- my happiness is unexplainable, but thank you so much ily *sends kithes*
Anyway, stream Dynamite.
Take care of your selves
And stay safe from Rona.
Love,
Jaye.