1950𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂 •지국

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂

(Mentions of killing, blood, and smoking)

January 1st, 1952.

New years day, a normal day like all. No calls into the station of any suspicion. There hasn't even been a proper case in about a year. Every time I get a call I never took it seriously since it was mostly just about getting those cats out of the trees. Those kids never seemed to learn to keep their kites all out of those darn neighbors' lawns then have to call us to stop the argument then give them their toys. Can't they learn how to mind their business and let those kids live their lives?

January  3rd, 1952

Another call came in, we didn't think of anything of it at first until the sinister words that were said on the other line of the corded phone. I'd have to turn this into the head detective Namjoon so we could find the correct and safe way to calm the situation down

Jimin walked down the halls with the written down documents of the phone call to bring over to Namjoon and poked the inside of his cheek. The 25-year-old male walked into the head office and placed the paper down on his desk

"What is it Jimin?

"Paper

"Of what?"

Jimin sighed and placed his hand on his waist and leaned to the side his hand was on and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Murder. Someone gave a tip on how they killed each person and it's...disturbing. Just take a look at it and then call a meeting to discuss the safest way to open this case and catch the person who did this"

Namjoon was silent for a few moments as he put his cigarette into the ashtray and took the paper into his hands to read it "I took the knife and carved my killer name into their skin then cut their throats and found so much satisfaction in it."

"That's..messed up. Give me an hour to read the rest of it then put it in the system and we'll talk about it" Namjoon mumbled as he went over to the typewriter and had to push the keys down hard to get a letter out and once he had to go to another line he had to pull the lever down hard to continue writing. 

Jimin stood there, watching him, and soon left the room to walk back to his office and pack his stuff up so he could meet Hoseok at the dance institution.

After a while, Jimin changed into some different clothes and danced with Hoseok for a bit before Namjoon knocked on the door so he could call him back from the meeting.

Jungkook lived a very luxurious life for being a serial killer. All thanks to his parents. Way more than the South Korean president for sure. So he usually buried his bodies under his basement and nobody would ever know, or bury them and plant a tree on top of them so there would be no evidence. But this time he hid them through all the districts of Korea, a messed up mind game that would for sure make someone go crazy just to find who the killer was. 

Jungkook went on another killing spree and killed a total of 48 people and spread them all out and left another anonymous tip to the police station, using a burner phone. He heard the aggravated tone of the officer which made him smile to himself and hung up, leaving the authorities mad.