Private Investigator: Who Hit The Hit Man?

No Bare Inch

I ripped open the screen door, the front door was ajar, wide-eyed as I looked at Jiwoo, whose eyes were popping out of her skull. I opened the door quickly and my jaw hit the floor. Every. Inch. Was. COVERED in purple. Clothes, walls, furniture, dishes, all had a thick layer of purple spray paint. Jungkook ran into my back and gasped at the mess, not only was the vibrant colour blinding the mess was unsettling, to say the least. Books on the floor ripped in half. Cutlery stabbed into the couch cushions, family pictures shattered. Jiwoo let out a stifled cry.

I bit my lip, I am such a fucking failure. 

Jungkook ventured into the room further, attempting to salvage one of the pictures, "There's some sort of acid on the corner but I think I can sav-"

"Jungkook! For God's sake do you ever fucking shut up!" I yelled, "Find my best friend! Do something useful for once in your life!"

There were tears in his eyes, Goddammit I'm a horrible person.

A tear escaped, it fell off his cheek, God, why am I like this?

Why can't I just love him?

"I-I'll go,"

"Kook-"

"No it's fine, I'll just be outside," He said, now crying, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

Jiwoo was crying too, she had her hand covering most of her face, watching the pie of irreplaceable family photos as if watching them would fix them, or better yet, bring Hobi back...

The screen door slammed, a rush of cold December air swept through the room.  I tried to ignore it, and try to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend of ten years, Jiwoo's brother, Jungkook's mentor, is gone. Jungkook. 

"Goddammit, what is wrong with me!" I screamed, kicking the turned over couch, leaving my shoe with scuffs of purple paint. 

"Jin," Jiwoo said, barely audible.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" I said, giving the couch another kick. "I failed you!"

"Jin, stop"

"FUCK ME! I AM THE WORST FUCKING DECECTIVE!"

"Jin!" Jiwoo grabbed my wrist, "Please," 

Tears soaked her face her eyes red and puffy, which, I'm sure, mirrored my own.

She pulled me into a hug, he arms wrapped around my chest, "Just stop," Jiwoo pleased.

"Okay," I said quietly, placing my hand on her small back. She broke away from me and leading me by my hand together we ventured into Hoseok's torn apart house. Hoseok's bedroom was equally as bad, sheets on the floor.

"Here, let's split up, maybe we can find something," I suggested weekly, letting go of her hand.

"I was just going to say that," Jiwoo gave me a small smiled, nodding I looked at Hoseok's desk and dresser, she went to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, I was ready to through in the towel of my whole career. 

"Jiwoo, I don't think I can do thi-" A sharp pain hit my neck, whipped around to see Jiwoo, with a DSFGHJK needing in my neck. "The fuck-!" My vision was starting to go blury, my head pounding. "WHY?!?" 

Jiwoo shrugged, "My true loyalties lie with Min Yoongi," She said simply.

My knees went weak, I pulled the needle out of my skin and cringed at my own stupidity.

The bitch cackled.