One night murder

Chapter 10

Jimin wasn't home yet, and Yoongi was laying on the couch, browsing the internet. He was deliberately avoiding any news tabloid, and was currently watching a random youtube video.

Yesterday had been a lazy day, and this day didn't seem to play out any differently. The only hing was that Jimin was now working at the coffee shop, and Yoongi felt bored and lonely. It was weird how he had grown onto the other boy in just a few days. 

Jimin and Yoongi got along well. Really well.

When watching movies, they would lay on the couch, Jimin eventually ending up with his back against Yoongi chest, resting comfortably between his legs. There, they would just lay in silence, watching the movies as Yoongi ocasionally played with Jimin's small hands. 

It almost felt like they were a couple living together, and Yoongi couldn't say he didn't like it.

Over the few days he had known the younger boy, he had grown to like him quite a lot, one could perhaps even call it a crush. And if he stayed by Jimin's side any longer, he would most definitely fall in love.

Could that be a good thing, perhaps? It would certainly bring Yoongi's mind onto other things, but how long could he stay with Jimin? And for how long could he hide the truth; that he was a run-away murder suspect?

All these thoughts were coursing through his head as he sighed heavily, deciding to turn on the tv as he was bored of Youtube.

He grabbed the remote control, switching the television on, and instant regret washed over him as the screen lit up with the image of a very familiar hotel room. 

The remote control hit the floor as Yoongi's hand betrayed him, and there was nothing he could do to stop the sound from flooding the room.

"This is where he stayed, his friend booked the room for him, and he payed in cash, so he is most definitely involved in this somehow. We have yet to figure out how", the police inspector that was being interviewed said. The name tag on the screen read "Police Inspector Min Kyungsoo".

Yoongi's heart hadn't fully taken in what was happening yet, so his pulse was still normal as he stared at the screen.

"We can't reveal anything more at this point in he case", the inspector said, the image cutting to show the hotel room Yoongi had stayed in two days prior. 

He knew that someone was speaking, but he could no longer hear them over the alarmingly loud beeping noise in his head, ringing between his ears. His vision seemed to blur, his body growing cold from the bottom of his spine to the tips of his ears and toes, his hands becoming sweaty as his breathing sped up.

The floor seemed to sway underneath him, the walls closing in around him, and he knew he had to get out. The door seemed so endlessly far away as he stumbled for it, reaching out for it like a helpless child reaching for their mother.

But he didn't make it before it was slammed open, the owner of the apartment stepping in with a grocery bag in each arm.

"Yoongi!" he exclaimed, a bright smile on his face, as he looked at the other boy. The smile, however, turned into a worried frown once he saw the state of the other. "Yoongi?"

Yoongi was panting, hyperventilation kicking him in the chest, nausea beating him in the stomach.

"Oh my God, Yoongi, are you having a panic attack? What is going on, talk to me", the younger boy exclaimed, his bags dropping to the floor as he reached out for the elder to fall into his arms.

"I have to get away from here", Yoongi panted, his voice threatening to fail him.

"Hey, it'll be alright, no one is going to hurt you, Yoongi. This is just a panic attack", Jimin said, his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes displayed worry. "Look me in the eyes, Yoongi".

Yoongi weakly lifted his head and tried to focus on the other boy's eyes, trying to remain conscious as Jimin guided his breath into a steadier, calmer pace.

With his hands in Yoongi's cheeks, Jimin look reassuringly at him. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Somehow they had ended up on the floor, but Yoongi wasn't complaining, as his legs felt like puddy. He shook his head once again feeling like a child.

Jimin gripped one of Yoongi's hands, staring intensely at him.

"Please tell me what happened. Was it something you saw on the TV?" he asked, his eyes darting over to the news report that was portrayed on the screen. "Something on the news?"

Yoongi hesitated for a second, before nodding. Jimin was back to cupping his face.

"What was it about, Yoongi? Can you tell me?"

"It was about me".

A small gasp was all the younger boy managed to react with. 

"What do you mean? About you? Yoongi, please explain", the boy pleaded, he looked like he was about to cry.

Yoongi drew in a ragged breath, managing to get off the floor and onto his feet. He took a few shaky steps before falling down on a kitchen chair, facing away from Jimin.

"It is the reason I'm here. The reason I didn't wan't to tell you", he said, his voice shaky. He felt a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't look up.

He was ready to tell Jimin everything.

"I was at the club with Namjoon and Jin, the friends I told you about. I don't remember anything of it, just getting there and having a few drinks. I don't even think I drank that much, but apparently I did. I woke up the next morning next to somebody", he began, having to take a deep breath before revealing the plot twist. "The person was dead".

Jimin gasped loudly, but his hand didn't falter.

"I know what you're thinking. And no. I can't even stand the sight of blood, I vomit every time I see it. I don't think my drunken self is very fond of it either. And there was a lot of blood, you see... his heart was gone".

"His heart?" Jimin asked with a small voice. Yoongi nodded.

"His heart. And I was a fool. I ran away, anonymously tipping the police on my way to Namjoon. He scolded me, of course, but he booked a hotel room for me here in Busan, and helped me run away. And now, the police found footage of me leaving Tae- I mean, the dead boy's building, and they probably got a tip, and now they are here in Busan".

The silence in the room was deafening. That was until the younger boy came around he chair, standing in front of Yoongi. Yoongi looked up, not being able to clearly decipher what was going through the other boy's mind.

That's why he was shocked when said boy suddenly straddled him by sitting down on his lap, legs on either side of him, pressing his lips gently against his own.

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So, that finally happened.

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-FullMoonKiss