Hypnotized//JH

.17.

Whatever happened next was only an unclear memory in my head. I remembered the officers walking towards the two of us slowly and finally pulling us apart before cuffing Jimin up and leading me out of my apartment and into the police cars that were waiting for my arrival downstairs. The looks Jimin and I had exchanged after being separated spoke a million different words, but Jimin's definitely spoke more than mine did or ever will. Whatever I told him before getting pulled away from his warmth most definitely only gave him one meaning: Hoseok definitely did exist. He had seen the way almost everything around us had only told us that there was no such thing as "Jung Hoseok", but that was exactly what it was because that was what Hoseok turned it into. Just like Hoseok had said to me before, no one and nothing on this planet knew of his existence, and I was pretty sure he didn't just stop at killing the person who took that video of him. The same way he had visited me personally to rid me of my memory of him, he must have done so to many others, but this time, I was in an unreachable place with a very precious secret. Did that mean I was safe though? It definitely didn't.

Jimin and I rode two different police cars and his car was going to a different station than mine was. I was told that I wasn't going to an ordinary jail, that I was going into something much different for special people. The way that came out of them didn't really make anything better, and it definitely only made me more confused about everything that was happening around me. I didn't really trust that this was going to be a normal procedure, because a lot of things felt off ever since I got into that car. I couldn't get a hand on what felt different, but something definitely did and I was about to find out.

The whole ride I was pretty much mentally preparing myself to be faced with a swarm of reporters and a lot of blinding flashes and clicking of millions of camera shutters until I finally enter the station. Not only that,but I also prepared myself for the question that everyone was going to ask me for sure: "Why did you kill him?"

What was I going to answer them with? I didn't know. What reason can someone give for killing someone when it wasn't even them who did it? The death of a police officer by a well known doctor was a topic that no reporter would wish to miss out on, so I expected to see hundreds of reporters crowded in one place, and I couldn't even deny the fact that I had killed Taehyung in front of them. It will make me look guiltier and shameless, and I definitely didn't want that. I didn't want to give them anything to look forward to. You know why? Because if I give them even a hint of a nod,they will fabricate that simple nod into a whole crime show, and they will keep editing it out as they please, forming it into a "truth"that they want people to believe.

Despite all that, though, there was one thing I was sure of. Hoseok had something to do with this. I deeply expected it more than anything, and it only made me want to see him. Only then were they going to be able to truly arrest me for murdering someone. His demonic ways of entrapping someone into a world that he creates was more than enough for him to be capable of forging my fingerprints onto that piece of glass and I was sure that he had met Taehyung before his death and ordered him to kill himself the way he did. There was no way anyone else would have done it without me feeling a thing. He was smooth in his ways, quick in his steps, demonic in every other aspect of his, especially his eyes. No one was going to be able to start such a thing and make it flow as smoothly as he had done.