Chapter 3

a/n:  I thought about making this almost a Harley Quinn and joker type of vibe with y/n and rm...except not as crazy, but the vibe of it!

Sejong City, July 5th, Insane asylum

*alarms* *red lights*

"He has escaped!" the nurse yells "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE ESCAPED?!" the doctor yells. "rap monster," she yells back at the doctor. "oh no, why!?" 

As the doctor ran up to the top floor, where the worst of the worst of cases were, including rap monster... and indeed he was a monster, no one knows why his name is rap monster or why is his birth parents named him that ...the guy came into the asylum for many various reasons. he was dangerous, he couldn't be out in the open for harming and manipulating others...his good looks and charming ways help him get the prey faster. He chooses his prey wisely, someone to stick with him, someone to be crazy with him. He wants to create danger and chaos in the world. He was caught selling drugs, women, and making crazy hazardous chemical liquids in an old factory. He was smart and knew what he was doing, he strategized every single thing to perfection. He had been sentenced to life in prison, but he was too crazy, he went to an asylum in Sejong city. 

"Oh fuck" the doctor says, he saw the explosion area in the back of the room where he stayed obtained, "It was a bomb. Bastard," he says. Walking around the area, he found a note

it is for all the right reasons doc, your pathetic and gullible nurse was so drawn to me with my good ways and may I add looks, gave me just the right tip and time to let me escape this hell hole no harm done right doc? -rap monster 

"CALL THE COPS!" the doctor yells...." he can't be out, he isn't safe to anyone on the outside," he says... 

rap monsters pov

idiots, they think can just lock me up forever?

oh no...this is just the start of me...I'm going to a bigger city somewhere I can get my new doll to play with, a new identity, a new everything, so I can start smarter and make sure I take over anything I can. 

Sejong is boring though, I need somewhere better and bigger...that's when I thought of the perfect idea. Seoul is in its prime right now and I can get my hands into bigger things.

I just need to get into connection with the only man I trust and who can help me. 

I run throughout the woods, and make sure I stay low, he was only abt 45 minutes away from here, when he visited me, he told me exactly where I should go...

I got to the little apartment he has *knock knock* pause *knock knock* 

"rm?" he says in a low tone..." yes it is me," he says. he had a gummy smile through the finder. he opened the door, and I gave him a big smile "you got out of that place?" yoongi says...well aka suga as we like to call him, suga is a more indoor person when he does his work, he is very good with tech and all the good hacking shit, so I come to him for everything I need to trick my victims, like texts or any social media thing...he has been there for me since the beginning, he does crazy things with the dark web..so he's not as sane as you think but we can relate in so many things, so why not work together? 

"escaped that bitch, yo suga do you have any cigs I been dying dude," I say walking into the apartment. "yeah man on my counter," he said pointing to the opened box of Marlboro with a black Bic lighter...I then noticed a bloody bag, I put the cigarette between my lips...I grab the bag "what's this?" I question him..." oh that, I bought a bag of human eyeballs from this guy on the dark web." he says grabbing the bag. I gave him a confused look, then light up the cig..."mann what do you need eyeballs for?" I say as I inhaled the cig, which felt amazing. "Idk I'm insane" he laughed...he was lol..." so what are you going to do now" he added. I blow out the smoke. "well, I'm moving to Seoul and I need a new identity, everything, scratched out, something not suspicious but this time I want something to make me seem more, educated and around" I say "...

suga was opening a fruit roll-up and started unrolling it. "you should be like a teacher for high school or some shit like that" he says while chewing the sticky substance...

wait he had a point..being a teacher can give me a less suspicious vibe. "you're right" I say "rm, I was kidding.." he says looking back at me. "Nah it can give me a not fucking crazy, normal shit type look," I say to him. "well ok, i mean let us start then," he said, he got a key and went to a room that was locked, it had all his equipment, and everything to help him with his job and everything he does...which is a lot of crazy stuff.

"hmm so what first things first, the new name" 

                                                                                                    "well, something normal" 

"let's see my generator" 

"kim namjoon?" 

                                                                                                                   "its suits...yes" 

"ok..." typing into the computer 

"and your hair, we need to change it, how bout blonde?"

                                                                                           "fine. let's just get it over with"

brings out bleach                                                                                                                 

3 to 4 hours later...

"for someone, whos only bleached their own hair twice, I think i did good"

                                                           "its nice for namjoon, not rap monster, still nice tho"

"style it like that, now main part, what's the best subject for you?"

                "not math, fuck science, only so much of p.e, suck at art...dread theatre, maybe literature?" 

suga types into the computer...

"now you graduated from Stanford, with a bachelor, master, and degree field, you are more than obligated to teach literature senior and college-level..." suga types down "now since you are going to Seoul, we need to find a role suitable for the job...he took about a good 10 minutes till he found a school "yes. here it is, *hs name* is looking for a literature teacher for seniors, says the other one retired and they will have interviews held in 2 weeks, at the school, around 1 pm" suga read aloud. "suga, you are a smart man" I smiled. I took another hit of my cigarette. "Seoul here I come," I say...