"Hyung," I whispered cheekily in his ear. "Yoongi ah!" Hyung turned back and smiled at me, dressed to the nines in a crisp dark maroon Armani suit.

"Why are you dressed like that?" he chastised as he took in my attire. Ripped jeans and a black hoodie. "You're looking like a runaway than my brother. Hurry up and change!" he pushed me towards the direction of the closet.

I smiled at him and nodded. On my way over to the closet, I flicked a needle without looking backwards. The tip found his neck, drawing out some blood. He thought it was a sting from a bug, and didn't care much.

A few hours later, he was pronounced dead on the spot when he fainted during the annual company event. Yoongi was nowhere to be found.