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Lifeless eyes stared back at Seo-joon as he wiped his bloodied hands with a clean rag — the high he gets after a successful kill was an addictive drug for him…
Something he would *relish* and *savor* for days, as it felt like he was on cloud nine each time…The adrenaline rush coursing and pumping into his veins like an aphrodisiac. Glancing at the time, he noted it was nearing midnight.
*11:23 PM* to be exact.
“The corner store should still be open, right?” Seo-joon hummed, as he thought about making a quick run to the store for the necessary materials needed to rid of the bloodied corpse laid down in the middle of his living room…several stab wounds in the stomach..and the blood soiling his plush rug…
*Ah, he’ll have to replace that. It was an expensive rug too…*
Sighing at his loss in expense, he quickly went to take a brisk shower to clean off any traces of blood on his body — the hot water trickling down his bare toned body and washing away the blood — his damped dark hair sticking to his forehead.
Eventually, he finished — stepping out of his shower and grabbing a towel to drape around his waist. The condensation from the shower fogging up the bathroom mirror before he wiped a section of it clear with one hand. At least enough to where he can see himself.
Throwing on a casual black t-shirt and sweatpants — Seo-joon set off on heading to the usual corner store he always goes to around this time almost every night. Usually to buy other things like chocolate or his favorite brand of cigarettes whenever he ran out.
But this time he needed a certain…*combination of materials.* Was it suspicious? **Definitely.** But he didn’t believe the clerk he happens to see almost every time he visit’s the store would say anything about it.
However *if* the clerk caught on, well..it wouldn’t really be his fault for what would happen next.
Seo-joon strided into the store with purpose — his hands buried into his pockets as he scoured each aisle for the materials he needed. Finally grabbing all of what was on his list, he went to the checkout line and casually set down a hacksaw, duct-tape, and hydrofluoric acid onto the counter…
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