Hello Lovelies!

It's been a minute, I'm sorry. As mentioned before in my announcement, I have been working overnight shifts for the past four weeks, I haven't had time for myself or to rest within those times properly. Let's not also forget that I'm still grieving over my loss that I mentioned some time ago, it's not easy and it comes and goes back and forth that feeling.

I'm trying to gather my strength together now that I have time off, so just bear with me lol

So, onto the story, here are the top two for both Person A and Person B who were chosen based on the votes from the previous chapter.

Person A

Jeongguk

Taehyung

Person B

Taehyung

Jimin

For this round you'll read a snippet scene with these characters, taking turns for each, in that way you can see who you visualize more. It'll be the same scene, but it's definitely up to your imagination how you can see them act based on what I wrote.

Same rules apply from the previous voting process. Before the scenes, I'll be writing (Scene: Person A _____ and Person B _____) And you comment 'Vote' beside the one you can visualize more. I would highly suggest reading each one, remember this story is not a ship romance story - so do not let the idea of shipping influence the voting. It's about who you visualize more the characters as.

Alright, are we ready? Let's go!

*Scenes*











(Scene: Person A - Jeongguk. Person B - Jimin)

The house is warm.

A cozy warmness of melted honey mixed with ginger tea, mixed with the candle scent of cinnamon apples to caress the air in its delicate aura of comfort.

A warmth of a tight hug, despite it not being enough to melt the ice sturdiness of the heart.

Not enough to make Jeongguk feel close to a human being, yet it was appreciated.

Clearly Mrs. Park is putting her effort in making sure the grieving man feels their sympathy as much as possible throughout these times.

He's grateful for that.

However, that warmth subtly switches when the door of the study room is closed, filled with the scent of thick pine wood fresh from a forest and bitter cigars.

Jeongguk would know that smell.

"Sit if you'd like, make yourself comfortable."

The voice muses the air like some depth of an ancient song; a voice clear yet husky to the ears, quite pleasant yet inviting.

Just like his aura.

Jeongguk's eyes subtly shifts to Park Jimin, who removes his trench coat and throws it on the hanger by the door and confidently walks to the wooden desk by the center of the room.

Subtly Jeongguk eyed his silhouette, breathing in the trousers hugging his legs and waist with the crisp white button up shirt tucking under them, being held in place by black suspenders.

No doubt he does what he can to keep himself in shape, and he knows he's slim fit for his own good.

The man turns around, those haunting emotionless eyes piercing into his.

And a smile toys his lips, "Well don't keep me waiting, sit."

Jeongguk gulps slowly, rubbing his short hair before nodding to himself and walking towards the chair opposite to him.

As on cue, Jimin pulls out a cigarette from the front pocket of his shirt, flickering his lighter on as he lights it up before glancing at Jeongguk, motioning towards it.

Jeongguk shakes his head, "I quit."

A small twitch curls the corner of Jimin's lips, putting the lighter away as he lit up his cigarette, taking a deep intake of the stick, "Hard to believe coming from a veteran who just came back from deployment."

Not a twitch of emotions flickers Jeongguk's face, but he did lean back against the chair with his foot shuffling, "Don't want addictions while on the job."

"Of course you don't," Jimin breaths out the smoke through his words, leaning back against his chair with an arm crossed, "Guess your head isn't too fried by the authority."

"I would prefer you respecting the person who's making sure you stay alive."

"Now look who's using his title to use," Jimin snickers sarcastically, flickering his eyes to the tense marine, "What was your ranking, stationed and job marine?"

Jeongguk perks a slow eyebrow, "E-8 Master Sergeant, SKMCB - Japan for a few years, was in Ammunition and Explosive Ordnance Disposal before getting into Intelligence."

Jimin didn't seemed phased, despite how impressive it did sound out in the open.

Not like Jeongguk cares either way.

"Intelligence huh?" Jimin coughs on his cigarette, staring in a daze to it, humming, "Arrogant fuckers think they know shit too well."

"Watch your words."

Jimin sends a lazy side glance to the man, those eyes yet sharp empty as glass, "You watch it, you're speaking to a O-9 Major airman."

Airman?

Jeongguk blinks at him, not being abruptly letting out a small snort, "Airman? The chair force? Seriously?"

"I think it's better than eating crayons, don't you think?"

A small smirk twitches Jeongguk's lips, rolling his eyes while leaning back to his chair to the inner joke, "Major Officer then huh? Served for ten years?"

"Sure did."

"Then why become a detective?

"Civilian job," Jimin coughs some smoke out, muttering to himself, "Got pretty good eyes for bullshit."

"Then why did you retire?"

"Is it a crime to want a break?"

"No. If you served for that long, you get the itches."

Jimin's grins slowly drops, eyes narrowed now in almost a feline glare before snapping his eyes to the wall, rising his feet to the desk.

"I'm fine being at peace."

"Bullshit," Jimin snaps his eyes to him, "And you know it."

Their eyes lingered in a heavy stare, letting it settle in and drowning in the reality how this newfound life will never truly escape them; The adrenaline rush, the thrill of being in battle or when pushing their bodies through training as their drill sergeant snarled against their ears to not be a fucking pussy.

Being a civilian is all a newbie craves the first few days of the mental torture that is BMT, Basic Military Training. Maybe the first month completely, right before it snaps. Those weak emotions of pity and empathy fades away slowly for those few months left, mentally and physically preparing you for the horrors that could occur outside this training. 

And that's the sensation that's being missed - always being on the move, feeling your body growing stronger, mentally seeing things ahead before anyone else in relations to the warning signs. 

The civilian side of yourself is broken apart, just to rebuild yourself up as a soldier. 

That's why in some way, Jeongguk is right.

Returning from that is like placing a wolf in a zoo, even a lion - adjusting to the consistency of a mellowed pace environment instead of the rush of a drill or battle practice.

Not like they miss it, fuck no, but there is something missing now that they're out.

Jimin can't even deny that.

Staring at the marine with a blank stare, a river of smoke escapes his nose before he sits up and leans against the chair, "I'm curious Marine," Jeongguk perks a slow eyebrow, "Got a fucker assassinating your family, you're not even shuffling with signs of any possible fuck ups serving has done to you, what's your secret?"

Jeongguk blinks. "What secret?"

"I don't know, you tell me?" Jimin rubs the worn out cigarette on the ashtray, "How are you keeping yourself together."

For a long moment, Jeongguk stays silent. Right, how's Jimin to know of the voices whispering in Jeongguk's head about how he's a fuck up of a person. The flashbacks of battle and training he gets in his sleep before shooting awake coated in sweat. The paranoia of hearing loud noises just by walking down the sidewalk. Feeling shadows in the corners of his eyes. The grief he feels somewhere deep down inside in chest, but not finding the wall to break it out - to feel.

Of course, Jimin doesn't know.

Not even the slightest idea. 

Not like he will anytime soon either way.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jeongguk looks over at Jimin with a hard stare, "A soldier can't break before an enemy," A twitch of a condescending smile edges Jimin's lips, Jeongguk wasn't blind to it, "Everyone is a suspect, even you detective. And I need to have my shit together when I find out who it is, so I can kill the murderer with my bare fucking hands."

(Scene: Person A - Jeongguk. Person B - Taehyung)

The house is warm.

A cozy warmness of melted honey mixed with ginger tea, mixed with the candle scent of cinnamon apples to caress the air in its delicate aura of comfort.

A warmth of a tight hug, despite it not being enough to melt the ice sturdiness of the heart.

Not enough to make Jeongguk feel close to a human being, yet it was appreciated.

Clearly Mrs. Kim is putting her effort in making sure the grieving man feels their sympathy as much as possible throughout these times.

He's grateful for that.

However, that warmth subtly switches when the door of the study room is closed, filled with the scent of thick pine wood fresh from a forest and bitter cigars.

Jeongguk would know that smell.

"Sit if you'd like, make yourself comfortable."

The voice muses the air like some depth of an ancient song; a voice clear yet husky to the ears, quite pleasant yet inviting.

Just like his aura.

Jeongguk's eyes subtly shifts to Kim Taehyung, who removes his trench coat and throws it on the hanger by the door and confidently walks to the wooden desk by the center of the room.

Subtly Jeongguk eyed his silhouette, breathing in the trousers hugging his legs and waist with the crisp white button up shirt tucking under them, being held in place by black suspenders.

No doubt he does what he can to keep himself in shape, and he knows he's slim fit for his own good.

The man turns around, those haunting emotionless eyes piercing into his.

And a smile toys his lips, "Well don't keep me waiting, sit."

Jeongguk gulps slowly, rubbing his short hair before nodding to himself and walking towards the chair opposite to him.

As on cue, Taehyung pulls out a cigarette from the front pocket of his shirt, flickering his lighter on as he lights it up before glancing at Jeongguk, motioning towards it.

Jeongguk shakes his head, "I quit."

A small twitch curls the corner of Taehyung's lips, putting the lighter away as he lit up his cigarette, taking a deep intake of the stick, "Hard to believe coming from a veteran who just came back from deployment."

Not a twitch of emotions flickers Jeongguk's face, but he did lean back against the chair with his foot shuffling, "Don't want addictions while on the job."

"Of course you don't," Taehyung breaths out the smoke through his words, leaning back against his chair with an arm crossed, "Guess your head isn't too fried by the authority."

"I would prefer you respecting the person who's making sure you stay alive."

"Now look who's using his title to use," Taehyung snickers sarcastically, flickering his eyes to the tense marine, "What was your ranking, stationed and job marine?"

Jeongguk perks a slow eyebrow, "E-8 Master Sergeant, SKMCB - Japan for a few years, was in Ammunition and Explosive Ordnance Disposal before getting into Intelligence."

Taehyung didn't seem phased, despite how impressive it did sound out in the open.

Not like Jeongguk cares either way.

"Intelligence huh?" Taehyung coughs on his cigarette, staring in a daze to it, humming, "Arrogant fuckers think they know shit too well."

"Watch your words."

Taehyung sends a lazy side glance to the man, those eyes yet sharp empty as glass, "You watch it, you're speaking to a O-9 Major airman."

Airman?

Jeongguk blinks at him, not being abruptly letting out a small snort, "Airman? The chair force? Seriously?"

"I think it's better than eating crayons, don't you think?"

A small smirk twitches Jeongguk's lips, rolling his eyes while leaning back to his chair to the inner joke, "Major Officer then huh? Served for ten years?"

"Sure did."

"Then why become a detective?

"Civilian job," Taehyung coughs some smoke out, muttering to himself, "Got pretty good eyes for bullshit."

"Then why did you retire?"

"Is it a crime to want a break?"

"No. If you served for that long, you get the itches."

Taehyung's grins slowly drops, eyes narrowed now in almost a feline glare before snapping his eyes to the wall, rising his feet to the desk.

"I'm fine being at peace."

"Bullshit," Taehyung snaps his eyes to him, "And you know it."

Their eyes lingered in a heavy stare, letting it settle in and drowning in the reality how this newfound life will never truly escape them; The adrenaline rush, the thrill of being in battle or when pushing their bodies through training as their drill sergeant snarled against their ears to not be a fucking pussy.

Being a civilian is all a newbie craves the first few days of the mental torture that is BMT, Basic Military Training. Maybe the first month completely, right before it snaps. Those weak emotions of pity and empathy fades away slowly for those few months left, mentally and physically preparing you for the horrors that could occur outside this training.

And that's the sensation that's being missed - always being on the move, feeling your body growing stronger, mentally seeing things ahead before anyone else in relations to the warning signs.

The civilian side of yourself is broken apart, just to rebuild yourself up as a soldier.

That's why in some way, Jeongguk is right.

Returning from that is like placing a wolf in a zoo, even a lion - adjusting to the consistency of a mellowed pace environment instead of the rush of a drill or battle practice.

Not like they miss it, fuck no, but there is something missing now that they're out.

Taehyung can't even deny that.

Staring at the marine with a blank stare, a river of smoke escapes his nose before he sits up and leans against the chair, "I'm curious Marine," Jeongguk perks a slow eyebrow, "Got a fucker assassinating your family, you're not even shuffling with signs of any possible fuck ups serving has done to you, what's your secret?"

Jeongguk blinks. "What secret?"

"I don't know, you tell me?" Taehyung rubs the worn out cigarette on the ashtray, "How are you keeping yourself together."

For a long moment, Jeongguk stays silent. Right, how's Taehyung to know of the voices whispering in Jeongguk's head about how he's a fuck up of a person. The flashbacks of battle and training he gets in his sleep before shooting awake coated in sweat. The paranoia of hearing loud noises just by walking down the sidewalk. Feeling shadows in the corners of his eyes. The grief he feels somewhere deep down inside in chest, but not finding the wall to break it out - to feel.

Of course, Taehyung doesn't know.

Not even the slightest idea.

Not like he will anytime soon either way.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jeongguk looks over at Taehyung with a hard stare, "A soldier can't break before an enemy," A twitch of a condescending smile edges Taehyung's lips, Jeongguk wasn't blind to it, "Everyone is a suspect, even you detective. And I need to have my shit together when I find out who it is, so I can kill the murderer with my bare fucking hands."

Scene: Person A - Taehyung. Person B - Jimin

The house is warm.

A cozy warmness of melted honey mixed with ginger tea, mixed with the candle scent of cinnamon apples to caress the air in its delicate aura of comfort.

A warmth of a tight hug, despite it not being enough to melt the ice sturdiness of the heart.

Not enough to make Taehyung feel close to a human being, yet it was appreciated.

Clearly Mrs. Park is putting her effort in making sure the grieving man feels their sympathy as much as possible throughout these times.

He's grateful for that.

However, that warmth subtly switches when the door of the study room is closed, filled with the scent of thick pine wood fresh from a forest and bitter cigars.

Taehyung would know that smell.

"Sit if you'd like, make yourself comfortable."

The voice muses the air like some depth of an ancient song; a voice clear yet husky to the ears, quite pleasant yet inviting.

Just like his aura.

Taehyung's eyes subtly shifts to Park Jimin, who removes his trench coat and throws it on the hanger by the door and confidently walks to the wooden desk by the center of the room.

Subtly Taehyung eyed his silhouette, breathing in the trousers hugging his legs and waist with the crisp white button up shirt tucking under them, being held in place by black suspenders.

No doubt he does what he can to keep himself in shape, and he knows he's slim fit for his own good.

The man turns around, those haunting emotionless eyes piercing into his.

And a smile toys his lips, "Well don't keep me waiting, sit."

Taehyung gulps slowly, rubbing his short hair before nodding to himself and walking towards the chair opposite to him.

As on cue, Jimin pulls out a cigarette from the front pocket of his shirt, flickering his lighter on as he lights it up before glancing at Taehyung, motioning towards it.

Taehyung shakes his head, "I quit."

A small twitch curls the corner of Jimin's lips, putting the lighter away as he lit up his cigarette, taking a deep intake of the stick, "Hard to believe coming from a veteran who just came back from deployment."

Not a twitch of emotions flickers Taehyung's face, but he did lean back against the chair with his foot shuffling, "Don't want addictions while on the job."

"Of course you don't," Jimin breaths out the smoke through his words, leaning back against his chair with an arm crossed, "Guess your head isn't too fried by the authority."

"I would prefer you respecting the person who's making sure you stay alive."

"Now look who's using his title to use," Jimin snickers sarcastically, flickering his eyes to the tense marine, "What was your ranking, stationed and job marine?"

Taehyung perks a slow eyebrow, "E-8 Master Sergeant, SKMCB - Japan for a few years, was in Ammunition and Explosive Ordnance Disposal before getting into Intelligence."

Jimin didn't seemed phased, despite how impressive it did sound out in the open.

Not like Taehyung cares either way.

"Intelligence huh?" Jimin coughs on his cigarette, staring in a daze to it, humming, "Arrogant fuckers think they know shit too well."

"Watch your words."

Jimin sends a lazy side glance to the man, those eyes yet sharp empty as glass, "You watch it, you're speaking to a O-9 Major airman."

Airman?

Taehyung blinks at him, not being abruptly letting out a small snort, "Airman? The chair force? Seriously?"

"I think it's better than eating crayons, don't you think?"

A small smirk twitches Taehyung's lips, rolling his eyes while leaning back to his chair to the inner joke, "Major Officer then huh? Served for ten years?"

"Sure did."

"Then why become a detective?

"Civilian job," Jimin coughs some smoke out, muttering to himself, "Got pretty good eyes for bullshit."

"Then why did you retire?"

"Is it a crime to want a break?"

"No. If you served for that long, you get the itches."

Jimin's grins slowly drops, eyes narrowed now in almost a feline glare before snapping his eyes to the wall, rising his feet to the desk.

"I'm fine being at peace."

"Bullshit," Jimin snaps his eyes to him, "And you know it."

Their eyes lingered in a heavy stare, letting it settle in and drowning in the reality how this newfound life will never truly escape them; The adrenaline rush, the thrill of being in battle or when pushing their bodies through training as their drill sergeant snarled against their ears to not be a fucking pussy.

Being a civilian is all a newbie craves the first few days of the mental torture that is BMT, Basic Military Training. Maybe the first month completely, right before it snaps. Those weak emotions of pity and empathy fades away slowly for those few months left, mentally and physically preparing you for the horrors that could occur outside this training.

And that's the sensation that's being missed - always being on the move, feeling your body growing stronger, mentally seeing things ahead before anyone else in relations to the warning signs.

The civilian side of yourself is broken apart, just to rebuild yourself up as a soldier.

That's why in some way, Taehyung is right.

Returning from that is like placing a wolf in a zoo, even a lion - adjusting to the consistency of a mellowed pace environment instead of the rush of a drill or battle practice.

Not like they miss it, fuck no, but there is something missing now that they're out.

Jimin can't even deny that.

Staring at the marine with a blank stare, a river of smoke escapes his nose before he sits up and leans against the chair, "I'm curious Marine," Taehyung perks a slow eyebrow, "Got a fucker assassinating your family, you're not even shuffling with signs of any possible fuck ups serving has done to you, what's your secret?"

Taehyung blinks. "What secret?"

"I don't know, you tell me?" Jimin rubs the worn out cigarette on the ashtray, "How are you keeping yourself together."

For a long moment, Taehyung stays silent. Right, how's Jimin to know of the voices whispering in Taehyung's head about how he's a fuck up of a person. The flashbacks of battle and training he gets in his sleep before shooting awake coated in sweat. The paranoia of hearing loud noises just by walking down the sidewalk. Feeling shadows in the corners of his eyes. The grief he feels somewhere deep down inside in chest, but not finding the wall to break it out - to feel.

Of course, Jimin doesn't know.

Not even the slightest idea.

Not like he will anytime soon either way.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Taehyung looks over at Jimin with a hard stare, "A soldier can't break before an enemy," A twitch of a condescending smile edges Jimin's lips, Taehyung wasn't blind to it, "Everyone is a suspect, even you detective. And I need to have my shit together when I find out who it is, so I can kill the murderer with my bare fucking hands."

Since Taehyung is chosen twice for Person A and B, can't really right another fourth scene unless I make this story somehow a Taehyung X Karma type of thing lol Well, I guess I'll write the scene either way for the sake of it.

(Scene: Person A - Taehyung. Person B - Karma)

The house is warm.

A cozy warmness of melted honey mixed with ginger tea, mixed with the candle scent of cinnamon apples to caress the air in its delicate aura of comfort.

A warmth of a tight hug, despite it not being enough to melt the ice sturdiness of the heart.

Not enough to make Taehyung feel close to a human being, yet it was appreciated.

Clearly his cousin is putting her effort in making sure the grieving man feels their sympathy as much as possible throughout these times.

He's grateful for that, that he still could have some type of family around.

However, that warmth subtly switches when the door of the study room is closed, filled with the scent of thick pine wood fresh from a forest and bitter cigars.

Taehyung would know that smell.

"Sit if you'd like, make yourself comfortable."

The voice muses the air like some depth of an ancient song; a voice clear yet husky to the ears, quite pleasant yet inviting.

Just like his aura.

Taehyung's eyes subtly shifts to Karma, who removes his trench coat and throws it on the hanger by the door and confidently walks to the wooden desk by the center of the room.

Subtly Taehyung eyed him, feeling this bizarre Deja vu to how familiar the man looks to himself - from the faintest touch of tone to his skin, the hooded eyes and long sihlouette - it's a paper copy of himself.

It's been too many years since he has seen this man, last time being when their parents got separated - forcing them to live apart since the age of ten.

Reuniting now, for the sake of the loss of their family.

Yet a lot has changed.

The two are definitely not the same as they were once upon a time. 

The man turns around, those haunting emotionless eyes piercing into his.

And a smile toys his lips, "Well don't keep me waiting, sit."

Taehyung gulps slowly, rubbing his short hair before nodding to himself and walking towards the chair opposite to him.

As on cue, Karma pulls out a cigarette from the front pocket of his shirt, flickering his lighter on as he lights it up before glancing at Taehyung, motioning towards it.

Taehyung shakes his head, "I quit."

A small twitch curls the corner of Karma's lips, putting the lighter away as he lit up his cigarette, taking a deep intake of the stick, "Hard to believe coming from a veteran who just came back from deployment."

Not a twitch of emotions flickers Taehyung's face, but he did lean back against the chair with his foot shuffling, "Don't want addictions while on the job."

"Of course you don't," Karma breaths out the smoke through his words, leaning back against his chair with an arm crossed, "Guess your head isn't too fried by the authority."

"I would prefer you respecting the person who's making sure you stay alive."

"Now look who's using his title to use," Karma snickers sarcastically, flickering his eyes to the tense marine, "What was your ranking, stationed and job marine?"

Taehyung perks a slow eyebrow, "E-8 Master Sergeant, SKMCB - Japan for a few years, was in Ammunition and Explosive Ordnance Disposal before getting into Intelligence."

Karma didn't seem phased, despite how impressive it did sound out in the open.

Not like Taehyung cares either way.

"Intelligence huh?" Karma coughs on his cigarette, staring in a daze to it, humming, "Arrogant fuckers think they know shit too well."

"Watch your words."

Karma sends a lazy side glance to the man, those eyes yet sharp empty as glass, "You watch it, you're speaking to a O-9 Major airman."

Airman?

Taehyung blinks at him, not being abruptly letting out a small snort, "Airman? The chair force? Seriously?"

"I think it's better than eating crayons, don't you think?"

A small smirk twitches Taehyung's lips, rolling his eyes while leaning back to his chair to the inner joke, "Major Officer then huh? Served for ten years?"

"Sure did."

"Then why become a detective?

"Civilian job," Karma coughs some smoke out, muttering to himselfletting it, "Got pretty good eyes for bullshit."

"Then why did you retire?"

"Is it a crime to want a break?"

"No. If you served for that long, you get the itches."

Karma's grins slowly drops, eyes narrowed now in almost a feline glare before snapping his eyes to the wall, rising his feet to the desk.

"I'm fine being at peace."

"Bullshit," Karma snaps his eyes to him, "And you know it."

Their eyes lingered in a heavy stare, letting it settle in and drowning in the reality how this newfound life will never truly escape them; The adrenaline rush, the thrill of being in battle or when pushing their bodies through training as their drill sergeant snarled against their ears to not be a fucking pussy.

Being a civilian is all a newbie craves the first few days of the mental torture that is BMT, Basic Military Training. Maybe the first month completely, right before it snaps. Those weak emotions of pity and empathy fades away slowly for those few months left, mentally and physically preparing you for the horrors that could occur outside this training.

And that's the sensation that's being missed - always being on the move, feeling your body growing stronger, mentally seeing things ahead before anyone else in relations to the warning signs.

The civilian side of yourself is broken apart, just to rebuild yourself up as a soldier.

That's why in some way, Taehyung is right.

Returning from that is like placing a wolf in a zoo, even a lion - adjusting to the consistency of a mellowed pace environment instead of the rush of a drill or battle practice.

Not like they miss it, fuck no, but there is something missing now that they're out.

Karma can't even deny that.

Staring at the marine with a blank stare, a river of smoke escapes his nose before he sits up and leans against the chair, "I'm curious Marine," Taehyung perks a slow eyebrow, "Got a fucker assassinating your family, you're not even shuffling with signs of any possible fuck ups serving has done to you, what's your secret?"

Taehyung blinks. "What secret?"

"I don't know, you tell me?" Karma rubs the worn out cigarette on the ashtray, "How are you keeping yourself together."

For a long moment, Taehyung stays silent. Right, how's Karma to know of the voices whispering in Taehyung's head about how he's a fuck up of a person. The flashbacks of battle and training he gets in his sleep before shooting awake coated in sweat. The paranoia of hearing loud noises just by walking down the sidewalk. Feeling shadows in the corners of his eyes. The grief he feels somewhere deep down inside in chest, but not finding the wall to break it out - to feel.

Of course, Karma doesn't know.

Not even the slightest idea.

Not like he will anytime soon either way.

Not matter if he's his own blood twin.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Taehyung looks over at Karma with a hard stare, "A soldier can't break before an enemy," A twitch of a condescending smile edges Karma's lips, Taehyung wasn't blind to it, "Everyone is a suspect, even you detective. And I need to have my shit together when I find out who it is, so I can kill the murderer with my bare fucking hands."

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Alrightttt, so these are the snippet scene for the top two for Person A and Person B.

Take your time decided who the final characters are, it is pretty difficult. 

Have fun!!

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