5 Weeks Later
June 17th, 2066
That afternoon, the little pink butterfly drifted back into the boys' apartment. The television had been left on, and so it fluttered closer and watched with curiosity.
"What do you think of the new band, Wolves Kiss, from SPI Entertainment?" The interviewer leaned forward, handing over a microphone at a long-haired man. The camera zoomed in on him as he slurped noodles at a street stall with his girlfriend.
"W.K? Is that… a car brand?" The man's eyes squinted, looking confused.
"...No, Wolves Kiss. From SPI. One of the top labels, sir."
"Ohhhh, never heard of 'em. For a second I thought it was just another animal product. Right, honey?" he asked, glancing at his girlfriend. But her eyes widened in shock as she clutched her face. The reason? The interviewer had just slipped off his glasses behind the camera.
"M-Mr. K!!! How did you not know? he's all over my feed right now! he's an idol from the boyband, Wolves Kiss" she gasped.
"K. who?! Mr.Kock?" the boyfriend turned, startled, just as the cameraman swung the lens on himself.
"Here we are! Greetings, Baek Giyul's here, Today we're here to let it all out. Pumpin'! New song!Hardcore!, & Spicy~"
The scene cut sharply: K and Seokjin stood beside a gleaming showroom car. Jin shook up a spray can, scrawling across the windshield: Here to Wreak Havoc. Then he leaned into the camera, stealing the microphone from the young couple being interviewed.
"And how does it feel, being abandoned by that biznatch! you love the most?" Jin grinned, raising his left brow before yellin' "Just Drop IT!"
♫ Don't waste my time with your crying games, every moment counts, so just take your fuck toy! ♫
♫ Don't bother begging, don't sweet-talk me. I'll walk away on my own, oh please! ♫
♫ Don't need a bitch who's freakin' in heat~* ♫
♫ Oh, shane-nane-nay, was it enough to make you cry, (was it babe?) ♫
♫ You wanna chase him? Then go ahead yeah right, drop'er! ♫
♫ No luxury, no fuckery, erasing! my history, like you girls like him are hotter anyway! ♫
Jin threw the mic into the hands of the white-haired boy who came crashing through the car window, glass splintering. Seokjin raised it to his lips, smiling with anger as he shouted into the verse:
♫ Every word I gave you had meaning yet your lips were always drenched with them's spit ♫
On screen, bold letters flared:"W.K – 헤어지자 (Drop'er): MV Teaser (translated)"
Boom! Juwon dropped from above, slamming onto the car roof, the metal groaning beneath him. Blood roses, dripped from his lips as he leaned into the camera lens.
♫ The kisses I gave you just mangy kisses, huh? Plenty of other bastards out there for you, ye? ♫
♫ (Chorus) Slice the heart, slice it deep, slice till I bleed! ♫ Jin threw a flaming bottle into the car with a wild laugh. ♫ haha haha~ ♫
♫ Burn those memories down to ash~ would you cry for me if I'm gone? ♫ Baek Giyul snapped photos of the wreckage, then swung the camera back to Mr. K, who emerged from the firecloud gripping a neon-wrapped baseball bat.
♫ Answer me~ (drawn out) watch your back, my love..... ♫
Mr.K smashed the car again and again until the flames erupted into an explosion Boom!
The television exploded as the pink butterfly tumbled through the smoky sunset sky, then soared into a floodlit soccer stadium where thousands of fans gathered for a small-scale concert. From behind the curtain, until the little butterfly sensed the silver-haired boy it adored most. In a flash, it darted down and clung to Seokjin, pressing itself against the pendant at his neck like a simple sticker, hiding itself in plain sight.