"Hello everyone! This fanfiction will have multiple chapters, each with a unique story. Don't worry about waiting for the entire story to conclude - I'll keep creating until my creative well runs dry!
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The weight of the evening hung in the air like a thick fog as Namjoon and Yoongi stood side by side, the dim light of the police station casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the city thrummed quietly, but inside, the chaos of the past few days seemed to still vibrate in the very air. The publisher was in custody, his empire of lies and deceit crumbling beneath him.
Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "We did it," he muttered, his voice low, almost like he didn’t believe it yet.
Yoongi, always calm in the face of chaos, gave a slow nod. "Yeah. But this wasn’t just about murder, was it? It was about something much bigger."
Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Yoongi, a deep understanding settling between them. "The manuscript… Minho wasn’t just writing a book. He was writing a confession, an exposé. He knew everything — the money laundering, the blackmail, the threats. The publishing house wasn’t just a business; it was a front for something much darker."
Yoongi walked over to the evidence table, where Minho’s final manuscript lay, its pages worn and marked with the desperation of a man trying to reveal the truth. His fingers skimmed over the first few lines. "It’s all here. Hidden in his prose, layered in metaphors. He was trying to tell the world about the corruption, but they silenced him before he could."
Namjoon stepped closer, peering at the pages over Yoongi’s shoulder. "But he didn’t write it outright. He knew they’d come for him if he did. So he buried it in his fiction, hoping someone would uncover it after he was gone."
Yoongi’s lips curved into a small, rueful smile. "And we did. We found the story he was trying to tell."
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The rest of the team gathered in the small office, the tension that had been ever-present now giving way to a strange sense of relief. Jimin leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, while Hoseok sat on the desk, swinging his legs lazily as if the past few days of chasing criminals had never happened. Jungkook and Taehyung sat on the floor, flipping through the pages of one of Minho’s older books.
Jin strolled in, shaking his head with an amused expression. "You know, if someone wrote a story like this, people would say it’s too far-fetched."
Hoseok chuckled, glancing over at Jin. "Yeah, they’d be like, ‘Why would a publisher be laundering money and blackmailing authors? That’s ridiculous.’ But here we are."
Taehyung, ever the dreamer, lifted a hand, gesturing toward the manuscript in front of Jungkook. "It’s almost like Minho’s books were a mirror to his life. Fiction wrapped in truth. He was the kind of author who blurred the lines between reality and fantasy."
Jungkook nodded, eyes narrowed as he scanned a passage. "This one’s about a man who uncovers a conspiracy in a city full of criminals. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?"
