Friday The 13th || Park Jimin||

Chapter 4

Yoongi’s P.O.V:
I can’t believe it. This can’t be real.
No, this should not be real.

How can he die on his birthday?
Who could ever want to hurt him? Who was his enemy?

It doesn’t make sense. None of this does. Why weren’t we there with him? Why did we keep telling ourselves that he would be fine, that everything was just in our heads?

I remember that gut feeling, that tiny voice inside me whispering that something was wrong. But I ignored it. I laughed it off.
And now he is gone.

If I had stopped him, if I had said something, maybe he would still be here. Maybe he would still be smiling, teasing us like he always did.
I am such an idiot.
This is all my fault.
I should have been there.
I should have protected him.

I am sorry, Jimin.
I am so, so sorry.

J-Hope’s P.O.V:
It is unbelievable. Like how, why and who did it?
What was the problem he or she had with our Jimin?
I cannot believe this, I just cannot. I am traumatized by it.

Jimin-ah, I am sorry. You did not deserve this. Not you.

Taehyung’s P.O.V:
I want an answer. A real one.
Who did this to my Mochi hyung? Who was that person who dared to kill my hyung?

How could they?
My Mochi hyung, my sunshine, my everything.

I swear, whoever did this will pay. I am shaking, I cannot stop cursing, I cannot stop crying. I just want to scream until my voice disappears.

You did not deserve to die like this, Jimin hyung. You deserved to smile, to live, to laugh with us.

Jungkook’s P.O.V:
Am I dreaming? This is not true, right?
My Mochi hyung is not dead, right?
He is alive. He is laughing here, right?

Please tell me this is not true. My Jiminie hyung was not killed by someone, right?

But when Hoseok hyung told Taehyung that this was not a dream, that it was real, everything inside me broke.
All my hopes crashed in a second.

How can a cheerful person, so full of life, be gone so soon?
How can someone like him be invited to heaven so early?

We all cried that night. All of us blamed ourselves for not being there, for not protecting him.

Jin’s P.O.V:
I am really sorry, Jimin. We could not be there for you. It is all our fault. We should have been there.

(Jin cries silently, his hands shaking as he wipes his tears.)

J-Hope:
Jimin-ah, I hope your birthday was memorable. I wish you a very last happy birthday.
(He mumbles the last part under his breath, voice cracking.)

All of us sat there, broken. Crying, blaming ourselves.
When we went home that night, our faces were blank, emotionless. We felt like empty shells, moving only because we had to.

But deep down, all of us had made one decision.
We were going to find out who did this.

The next morning, we started investigating on our own. We wanted answers, but there were no clues, no marks, no fingerprints, nothing.
Even the investigators were confused. The case was clean, too clean.

Still, we refused to stop. We searched every lead, every possibility, every name. But nothing helped. Every trail ended in silence.

Namjoon’s P.O.V:
What are we even doing?
Why can’t even a famous detective group solve this case? Why is there no clue, no sign, no hint of who did this?

It is enough. I am going to find it on my own. I will handle it alone.

That night, I went to Jimin’s house. It was quiet, too quiet. The walls still smelled faintly of his perfume. His photos were still on the shelf, his smile still alive in them.

As I searched through his things, I noticed something strange. A dark shape moved across the hallway. A shadow.

I froze. My heart started pounding.
Who would be here at this hour?

Was it the killer?
Without thinking, I followed it. The figure was moving quickly, almost gliding. It led me toward the forest behind the house. The deeper I went, the darker it became. The air felt colder, heavier.

I kept following, hoping this would lead to answers. But soon the shadow disappeared between the trees, leaving only silence.

Next Morning, Jin’s phone rang early in the morning. The sound startled him awake.

Jin: Who would be calling me at this hour?

Unknown: Hello, are you related to Kim Namjoon?

Jin: Y-yes, why? (Sweat began forming on his forehead as his voice trembled.)

Unknown: Mr. Kim Namjoon has been found dead outside the forest.

The phone slipped from Jin’s hand. His breath hitched, his heart stopped for a second.

The silence that followed was louder than any scream.

Another one of them was gone.

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Hello my readers, I know it's too late, almost a day but I tried to do it. Actually I am not at home so I wasn't able to upload it.Well!!!! How was the this chapter. And HAPPY BELATED CHILDREN'S DAY TOO