Mental-Taekook

~3~

~Taehyung~

We had arrived, I recognised this place from down the road, I had memorised every street in busan, so I knew where we were,

I play with my fingers as he gets out the car,

"What need me to unbuckle you or something" he says smirking,

"No I'm just thinking,"

"well think Inside"

I took off my belt and ran ahead of him straight into the agency,

I span round next to the receptionist, not bothering to talk to her, I skipped and made a b-line straight to his office, yoongi hyungs

I could tell everyone was staring at me, it made me amused to think everyone knew who I was worldwide famous Kim Taehyung, the known psychopath,

I took my mask off and shoved it back into my pocket, as I opened the door to the office, I didn't knock, never have never will,

"Kim Taehyung, ever heard of knocking?" he spat,

I giggled thinking of earlier when I said the same thing to Jungkook,

"Ah min yoongi, you need me not vice versa," I smirked,

"Cocky as ever I see, where's your manners I'm your hyung,"

I sniffed the air,

"I smell my cousin, meaning you two are still together,"

This time it was his turn to smirk,

"Well-"

The door burst open, stopping him from speaking, this will be the only thing I ever thank Jungkook for,

"Sorry to bother you hyung buT he just ran well skipped straight into here"

"It's fine Jungkook just sit down," he bowed and quickly followed his orders sitting right next to me,

"So where's the body?"

"Still in the crime scene,"

"Well let's go."

"It disgusts me how you thrive of this stuff"

"Ah but hyung if I didn't, there'd be a lot more criminals," I said emphasising the 'hyung', just to annoy him,

Time skip

And abandoned warehouse, what a classic, I smiled to myself, as I crouched down next to the body, she was a young female, no older than 25 I looked at her hand,

Clearly she was married, the ring was jammed around her finger, like it was forcefully put on there,   It led me to think that it was a forced life,

I took off her coat, bruises everywhere.

"Just as I thought" I muttered,

"What?"

"Abusive relationship, her husband probably did it,"

"How do you know it was abusive?"

"Her ring is tightly shoved on, forcefully and just look at her, covered in bruises, your probably thinking hickeys, they're not you of anyone should know the difference."

He snorted,

"You really dont know who I am do you kook?"