MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

"So, what are you going to be up to now?" Jimin asked softly as we patiently strolled the streets, hand in hand. I was surely going to miss being so reckless - though I wouldn't necessarily say I would go back to that kind of life.

"Erika's offered me and Yoosung a seemingly appropriate job," I replied. "She asked us if we wanted to work a little for the government, like solve cases. As in, a detective."

He scoffed, "You'll do great!" he gently pinched my cheek and kissed it. "How about Yoosung, how is he?"

I shrugged and smiled small, "He's in Japan. After all, I think he's happy there. Maybe we could start working together soon. I don't think we need any training to do good."

He laughed softly and started swaying our hands up and down. I turned to him, "Say, can you tell me more about Hoseok?' I questioned. I just wanted to know why I was guilty. Maybe I've seen him in a crime scene before.

I didn't know.

At all.

"Well, he's such an amazing dancer!" he didn't question why I was asking such a question. "And an amazing person in general. He's like a mom, he's been competing in plenty competitions. He's a performer."

I nodded slowly. Maybe it was just a mistake.

But my instincts never failed to be wrong.

Though I didn't want anymore questions.

"Alright." I hummed, moving closer to him. As we turned to a corner, we couldn't help but notice a small crowd forming on the streets. What happened?

Usually, I wouldn't come near, since I didn't like people or crowds, but something in me told me to investigate. I'd atleast consider this as my first case.

"What happened?" I asked, more to myself, but Jimin answered me anyways, as he managed to pull us to the front.

"A car accident."

A car was upside down, close to burning into flames. And I knew I still had perfect vision, as my eyes had unconsciously started looking for something that shouldn't be in the car.

My eyes landed on a small, black box on the side of the door. A girl crawled out of the car, and my pounded as I managed to recognise her face.

There were police, but no one was aware.

Cursing under my breath, I let go of Jimin's hand and carried the girl away from the car, shouting, "Get away!" as I did.

A minute passed, and sure enough, the car exploded. My eyes landed on the girl, and she passed out. Blood stained the gloves I wore, and the police made their way over.

Someone planted a bomb in the car.

As the police came closer, I took the opportunity to get away from the girl.

I knew how to solve this.

I stared at the gloves, my mind wandering off to certain scenes, that it took me a while to answer, "Miss?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Do you know her?" he asked, motioning to the unconscious girl. Jimin squeezed my hand.

I shook my head, "We don't."

"Alright." he wrote something in his pad. "Did you notice anything suspicious?"

I shook my head. "None."

Jimin noticed my uneasiness, "Jagi, is something wrong?"

I flashed him a reassuring smile, pulling him with me.

It was for another time.

"Nothing."

It was another secret to be ashamed of.