The First Suspect

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Min Yoongi.

That's the only guy that came to her mind.

The only guy who kept pestering Ana all the time even after getting brutally rejected each one.

He was a scum. Extremely clingy, sly and overbearing. To some extent she felt he lacked the basic self respect.

There was no single girl in the college that he didn't date or didn't cheat on, given his natural good looks.

Bad luck, Ana wasn't going to be one of them.

So yn knew it was strange when he suddenly stopped disrupting her peace, these past few weeks.

Maybe it was because he was planning something bigger?

Something even more sinister than she could've ever imagined.

Reaching the back of the college, yn knew he'd be with his friends near the junk yard like his usual routine. You know, doing his usual stuff as not to appear suspicious....

Reaching there she stood right in front him, arms folded as she hatefully glared at him.

Her presence immediately grabbed their entire group's attention, making him roll his eyes.

She hated him and he knew that very well.

"Where's Ana?", she wasn't going to beat around the bush.

She needed ana. Right now!

"How am I suppose to know that?", he countered clicking his tongue over the inner cheek.

She felt fire burnt in anger now.

"Yoongi, she didn't come home for two days and the one behind it could be only you! Now tell me!!!"

He made a face at the accusation as if he was completely disinterested in the situation.

"I see...."

Suddenly smirking, he got up from his place, treading closer to her which somewhat increased her heart beat.

Maybe she should have come with a back up. The junk yard is far from the front and deserted. On top of that, nobody knows that she's here.....

"You know what Cha yn? You can't blame me without proof and I don't care enough to explain....", she stayed rooted to her place while he now stood right in front of her.

All of his friends stood behind him, like they were ready to attack her on his one gesture.

"So you better leave while I'm letting you."

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