𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 ᵗᵃᵉᵏᵒᵒᵏ

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The police came to the dorm and went back again. Everyone was wondering why they didn't just put everyone from the group in the prison. But in this case Big Hit would loose so much money, that they would probably even collapse. Finally Big Hit was reason enough to let the members stay in the dorm even their was a killer. 

A few days later bts was a gloomy rumor. Everyone who was reading the newspaper almost chocked on their own salvia. Nobody could belive it. One of the most popular korean mans as a killer? 

Taehyung couldn't handle the situation. He was blame. This setences made him suffer everyday new once. It was 12 days after Jimins dead. The dorm didn't felt safe, the air inside seemed to crackle. It felt like waiting for get killed to. Who would be the next one if their was one. That was the question everyone asked himself silently. 
Then the time was ticked out. One day the the inevitable happened. 

Jungkook just came from a run. He went in his room, feeling totally tired, just wanting to take a shower. He was still panting loudly when he turned the water on. He felt like he did overworke himself a bit. 

He enjoyed the warm water on his skin and just closed his eyes for a moment. He carefully leaned against the wall of the shower. His instincts refined. So he could perceive everything clearer. He felt the water in his navel flow together into a small stream. Felt the small grooves in the wall at the back of his head and even heard the water trickle gently over each of his eyelashes.And again he wondered what it would be like if everything had gone differently.
But suddenly the overthinking turned into anger. He kicked against the wall. He screamed agressifly because of the pain in his foot. 
Curse the past!

A few minutes later he went clean in his bedroom. The wet, brown hair stuck to his face. He had forgotten to take a shirt with him so he walked trough the room until he was standing infront of the large closet.
He grabbed forward when he raised his eyebrows in confusion. The door seemed to be stuck, but violently. Only at what felt like the hundredth rough attempt did it finally fall out of the lock.

A low scream escaped Jungkook's throat as something fell out of the closet. "No", he whispered. 
It was Jin's lifeless body.