1 3. D e i l g h t f u l m e a t t r e at

Taehyung

I clambered out of my car in front of the small familiar bar in my locality, having had the unplanned spiteful sex and the much-awaited planned meeting with Dasom; it physically altered my body, making me feel very very tired. The fatigu level was overpowering my leftover energy. So here, I came up with a solution of grabbing a beer on my way back home.

I was busy unclipping the cufflinks of my white wrinkled shirt while heading towards the lightless, gloomy, bar when someone tapped on my shoulder, taken aback I whispered "Jungkook,"

"Hey, what's up Professor?" He said jokingly, squinting his doe eyes with some mischievous intention.

"Professor?" I chuckled as I looked sideways, bobbing my head while smirking at the same time. I instantly punched him in his stomach; his hard abs turned my knuckles white.

"Ah!... V, remember I'm your friend, not your student, then why hitting me this way?" He was slouching down, wrapping his hands around his stomach dramatically.

A soft gasp left my lips as I witnessed his poor acting skills. I got hold of his greyish colored nylon t-shirt, making him look straight in my eyes

"You are roaming around while you should be at home studying," I quickly glanced over my watch. "It's an 11:48."

"Just chilling out with friends you know.... and what about you? geez.... every day I see a college-going girl entering your house with a shit load of books in her hands and then you dropping her back, got any second job?" He eyed me suspiciously, dabbing his index finger on his thin lips.

I punched him in his stomach once again earning a low grunt from the younger, "ouch! V, this is an insult now." He announced, straightening his shoulders.

"Whatever." I walked past him, not disturbing him too much cause I myself was not in a state of ranting with anyone, exhaustion draining my body.

"The bar is closed now, better luck next time." I heard his last words, turning around I saw his body dissolving in the mist.

Pushing back the clumsy, greasy door, darkness flashed over my eyes. Nonchalantly, I began taking long steps in the direction of the dimly lighted bulb which was swinging in the air with its a wire attached on the roof.

I saw the owner- a stouty figured old man, dressed in shabby clothes, wearing round spectacles, putting a set of six empty alcohol bottles in a jute bag. I placed my sleepy head on the wooden counter, sprawling my legs as I landed my hips on the rugged cushion kept on the barstool, thumping onto the counter as hard as I could, to attract the elder's attention.

"The bar is closed now, come tomorrow." He said in a guttural voice without looking at me.

The picture of globular, geometric, solid square-shaped bottles with copper labels on them, arranged on the iron shelf allured me, and I couldn't resist my instincts of getting one in my hand and sipping on it delightfully.

"I'm a regular customer, come and see my face first." I beckoned him, crouching my nose up.

He walked over slowly and stood in front of me.

I began, "What's your issue? what I want is up on the shelf, and what you want is down here in my wallet. It's a clean deal." I widened my eyes, demanding a wakeful and civil drink instead of an answer.

"Sorry young man, but we have a no-sale policy after the closing hours." He smiled faintly, returning back to his business."

To hell with the policies of this watering hole?" I cursed under my breath, storming out of the tired and sick place.

***

Few minutes passed away, I was leaning against my car, staring at the starry night sky and humming a song.
While locking the door of the bar, the old man snapped, "Young man, you are still here, waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, I was waiting for you, you won't mind if I drop you home unless you have elsewhere to go." I smiled widely, opening the car door for him.

"Thanks, but I'm used to---"

"C'mon you can't say no to your son, aren't I just like your son?"
I took the tote bag from his hands, turning his disapproval into a successful victorious approval.

***

"Hello yes.. yes... I will be there in five." He ended the call.

"Family is worried?" I pursed my lips, my monstrous laugh was killing me from inside but I didn't let it out.

"Yes. My daughter in law gave birth to a baby girl yesterday and they are having a celebration tonight." He smiled.

The car which was moving through the green fields stopped suddenly. I got down, opening the other door as I dragged him out. "Get off the car you oldie."

"W-what are you doing?" He stammered as he rolled down the ground. The air became thick, making it hard to breathe, I opened the dickie and got the toolbox in my hands, throwing it on the hard rocky surface. I searched for something which could just end his life then and there.

"Yes! a multi-purpose knife can do it all."

The old man was yelling, pleading, and was trying to produce all sorts of sound so that any damn person could come to his rescue but then it was all useless at that moment. I went into a psychic phase and coming out of it, for now, was next to impossible. Anger was consuming my body, my mind was layering up with a pile of loathing thoughts and I unconsciously uttered, "The idea is very simple that I'm not a loser."

And with that startling dialogue, I plunged the knife in his stomach, a loud shivery squeak came out of his mouth. I repeated the same action until the scene got messier with blood everywhere around. The once shiny knife in my hand was now covered crimson blood. A few droplets of blood washed over my face as well. I took out a handkerchief from his side pocket, wiping the hands clean.

Just then I got a call from Dasom, regardless of my current situation I picked up the phone like a warrior, "Yeah, hey!" I breathed out.

"Hey, I was just wondering if you had your dinner," she was assuming and I replied to her immediately, putting an end to her doubts."I'm outside in an open-air restaurant. There's a beautiful garden out here and guess what? I can see my meat getting slaughtered. As there are blood and an odious odor of it." I lied to her, faking a laugh.

I scripted the entire visual in front of my eyes."Oh, that's good..... V," after a long pause she spoke again, "good night."

I laughed and answered, "night Dasom, there's a big surprise awaiting you. I will tell you that tomorrow."

The moonlight was gracefully spilled over the grassland, the night was beautiful but not from the point of view of a person who has just killed someone innocent.

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Word limit : 1077

Captain's note - One person dead & more to die, Next chapo will have a serious lovey dovey 🕊 scene.
Gear up ppl!

Ques: What could be the Surprise?
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