"....so Seokjin waved goodbye to his friends that night, with a full stomach and happy heart" The plum-lipped male chuckled, his broad shoulders heaving as he expressed his mirth. His body tipped backwards from its cross-legged position so he used a hand to steady himself on the ground behind him. There seemed to be reminiscent look in his twinkling brown orbs as he looked up at the artificial lights above him.
"What happened to Seokjin and his friends afterwards?" someone asked.

The light disappeared from the warm brown eyes and he looked down at that someone in disdain, the smile gone and a sour curl on his lips- an expression that didn't suit the handsome face "Seokjin was accused of the murder of his 6 friends the next day. He never saw them again."