It had been an exhausting day, he and Lisa had argued for hours about their relationship and then when it all got to much he yelled "Well maybe I'd love you if you stopped telling people how you'd get on your knees just to get whatever you want!" He remembered his and Yoongi's own argument about Lisa, he remembered trying to protect her but the memories of her exposing him rushed back and he decided that she deserved a taste of her own medicine. The look on her face was startled and when she asked about how he'd gotten that information he simply replied with "screenshots and physical evidence."

Lisa had walked out of the house without uttering a word, she'd taken her car as well and Jungkook knew what that meant – she was going to her parents, the two people on earth that hated Jungkook more then anything if that was even possible: they were very picky and hateful people. Jungkook grabbed his phone and messaged Jimin about the situation, she's being a bitch again, another argument and guess what, she's gone to her parents. So when he got a reply back saying just break up with her already, she's making you noticeably unhappy he wasn't surprised: Jimin said that all the time.

The video had been a long one, it had taken over three hours to record because Jungkook just couldn't find the right words for it and when he did . . . he got emotional about it, he planned to edit and upload the video in the same night as recording it. Setting the Canon C100 down at his desk he transferred all of the footage over onto the iMac and opened PremierPro. Over time his editing skills had improved drastically which he was glad about because he recalled his first video and cringed at how he'd edited the entire thing, from the way his voice changed at certain moments to the unnecessary memes and noises he'd inserted, it was terrible.

Yoongi was fast asleep in his apartment, the breeze from outside blew across his face keeping him at a constant cool degrees, his bedroom door was ajar and he'd only started doing this since Jungkook lived with him: Jungkook wasn't a fan of the dark so preferred the door to be slightly open so that they could have the hallway light on which created a tiny crack of light in the room, just enough to keep the younger boy happy and at ease. The only sounds you could hear were neighbourhood dogs barking madly at whatever, cans rolling down the street and the sound of winds catching the curtains when blowing through a room.

Before Yoongi had gone to bed he couldn't be sure whether he'd locked the door or not, he was eighty percent sure he had because he had the chain going across however that could mean nothing, sometimes he had the chain across without actually locking it, without checking it that night he turned the telly off, grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and padded down the hall barefoot to his bedroom. Two mysterious cloaked figures made their way down towards Yoongi's apartment, they had a duffel bag with rope, a sack, duct tape, knives chains and other crazy things that normal people just don't carry around.

"Do not make a sound" one of the mysterious figures whispered as he slowly twisted the knob to see whether it was locked or not, the figure next to him whispered back "whys that? He's probably asleep and by the looks of the photo he's harmless, don't understand how he survived so long really" furiously looking backwards the figure glared at the masked criminal and warned "he was the best the boss man had, he charmed his way with his looks – do not underestimate him, he could kill us."