When jungkook turned up for his meeting the next afternoon.
Taehyung wasn't there and the office space was instead in disarray.
He felt his shoulders stiffen as his eyes roved quickly around the room, mouth running dry as he took a step forward.
Papers slid and stuck under his feet as he moved carefully into the room, normally so immaculate,which now looked like a small tornado or hurricane could have swept through it and left the office in a better state.
The chair and table was turned, the couch too with a large swipe slicing through one side of it and leaking stuffing like sofa-blood. He swallowed.What the hell had happened here?Whatever it was, it didn't look good.
His gun was already instinctively in his hands in seconds.
Previously this morning they'd found another body of Sera Asael , her grey themed room staining to red, eyes wide with shock and horror sera's mother was staring at her daughters dead body .
He'd known immediately it was the work of Copycat, he stepped into the crime scene.
The crime scene was so terrifying that it almost sent him to his knees. Some of his team had theorized it was because this was more personal, an overkill, because she was someone the copycat knew and despised personally, and whilst jungkook could understand there may be an element of truth to that it wasn't solely for that reason.
Sera Asael, he knew her from when he was at artsclub in his college days, she was half korean and half American her mother was korean and her father was American. Her father had passed away when she was in her 2nd year .
she was very orderly and neat and was fascinated towards painting and drawing.
V would never choose her as a victim , jungkook had clearly understood the pattern of V's victims and he was damn sure that this was not his work .
It was so different to the normal ones they found that, if not for the blood spilled, he may have argued this was the V but blood was spilled and the way sera's face was bruised showed that she was tortured .
V had nothing to do with this victim, and jungkook had delved distractedly intoold case files and crime scene photos all over again, which he'd actually been hoping to talk to Taehyung about.
But Now it seemed Taehyung wasn't here, and that something very bad had happened instead.
The books too which lined the walls were strewn off the shelves.
His heart hammered in his chest, as he automatically started scooping up the papers with the absent sense that Kim Taehyung really didn't seem to like his room being messy he still once, jungkook had dropped his napkin by the edge of his plate around the man, once he was done with it instead of in the bin and the man had looked about to curse at him.
He shook his head, dismissing it as an irrelevant matter,trying to think, before freezing, setting the papers down again where they had been.
He hated to think the blood which was on the ground can be of taehyung.
Jungkook took phone from his pant pocket and called his fellow officers to come to Kim household.
The Previous Night
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Taehyung leaned down over the half terrified, partially defiant and other part furious form of Park Jaemin, though there was something else to the man's expression now.
The supposedly Copycat's chest heaved as he strained to free himself.
Jaemin:Who the hell are you?" the man demanded, the second he could, and the cloth stuffed was removed from his mouth.
Taehyung:My my, such shitty behaviour
Taehyung drawled.
Taehyung:First you insult my work, then you break into my house and now you address me in such a rude manner as if you didn't know my name already. Doctor Kim Taehyung,
Psychiatrist, as it says on my door Or did you accidentally break and enter in the wrong room because you didn't read the board on the door? Or Wait you are uneducated shit who don't know how to read or write.
Jaemin:Insult your work?
The copy cat repeated.
Jaemin:I don't know what you're talking about. I've never done psychiatry in my life
Taehyung couldn't quite help the small, amused smile that crossed his lips, even if it remained icy and brittle around the edges.
Taehyung:I meant my other work
he said, pityingly, before shaking his head.
Taehyung traced the knife in his hand with tip of finger and stared at jaehyun with smirk
Taehyung : you know I don't like to see or make my victims bleed as much as you were trying to copy you , you forgot to see my main points of victims .
I don't torture people till they bleed
I don't bruise my victims
I don't fucking let them be put in coffin box with their bloodied cloths .
You just followed my ond point and that is the initial I leave .
Jaemin laughed hearing taehyung
Jaemin: what's fun in following you blindly and doing everything like you , I wanted to add my own texture to the kills.
Taehyung: and the textur made the officers know about you
Jaemin: it did didn't it , I fucking hate that stupid Jeon for recognising the case to early
Taehyung's fist clenched when Jaemin addressed jungkook as stupid .
Taehyung:I suppose it's lucky that I still have use for you because the thing you said would have made you end up dying.
He leaned in closer, as the man appeared about to respond, pressing the knife to his jugular. Taehyung:Here's what's going to happen..
It didn't take long for him to
Taehyung explained everything to the copycat and earned smirk from copycat
Jaemin: why would I do it
Taehyung traced the knife on his neck pressed slightly making his neck bleed.
Taehyung: otherwise I will kill you as painfully as possible and you know I don't just threaten I do it
Jaemin: fine I will do whatever you say after all i am your admirer.
Taehyung scoffed and took the knife away from his neck .
Taehyung took the knife and cut it on his own arm with it which resulted it bleeding
Jaemin: why would you do it
Taehyung: shhhh
Taehyung felt blood flow from the cut he had made , he smirked and threw the knife move from his head to neck so forwarded his head front making the blood drops fall on the couch
Taehyung: make evrything messed up in this room it should look like we had some fight got it
Jaemin started to Mess the room and taehyung was sitting on chair while holding his head .
He saw his fingers which were bloodied by his own blood and smilled
Taehyung: what and all I do for you ma amour
