One night murder

Chapter 15

Yoongi's tongue was tied. He was unable to utter any other sound than the small, gasping breaths he had to take in order to not faint.

"What?" Jimin's said on the other end of the line. "Were you surprised?"

The black haired boy was frozen to the floor, gripping his telephone until his knuckles turned white.

"I guess I did a good job then, ey?" 

"Shut up"

The line went silent as Yoongi closed his eyes. "Just shut the fuck up."

Jimin's cold chuckle was heard. It was completely different from the usual giggles, the cute sounds he would make, his overall fluffy personality. It seemed to have vanished within seconds, as if he had taken of his mask.

Yoongi didn't know what he wanted to say. He didn't know what he wanted Jimin to say. Most of all he just wanted to disappear off the face of the Earth.

Yoongi's mind was buzzing with so many thoughts, and he needed clarification.

"Did you... kill Kim Taehyung?"

"Yes."

Yoongi nodded his head slowly. He hadn't noticed how hard he was holding back tears, before one broke free and rolled down his cheek.

"Look, Yoongi, I would love to tell you the whole story, but you see, it's not finished yet", Jimin cooed, imitating his old usual voice, cute and happy, and it gave the older boy chills.

He knew he had to get away from here, even if that was Jimin's plan. Jimin had keys to this apartment, he couldn't just stay here and lock the door.

"So why don't you just have fun figuring out how you're going to escape the police, and then maybe you should be concerned about your little friends back in Seoul", the younger boy chirped. 

Yoongi's eyes widened as he processed the other boy's words.

"What? Namjoon and Seokjin? Jimin, don't you fucking dare touch them, or I will-"

"You will what?"

Yoongi was rudely interrupted by the once again cold, threatening voice.

"You can't do anything, Yoongi. You're just a piece in this game, a mere spectator who has to accept the fate laid before him. You're under my control, and you know it. So shut your mouth and do what I tell you", the younger boy growled.

"What if I willingly hand myself over to the police?" Yoongi asked, trying to find a way out of this mess that didn't involve his own death. It was harder than it seemed, and his sweaty palms and ragged breath didn't make the situation any better.

"Oh, I know you won't. After all, Namjoon was the only one who cared about you for years, wasn't he? The one who let you cry on his shoulder after your parents got divorced? The on who helped you run away that morning not so long ago? You wouldn't just let him get hurt, would you, Yoongi?"

A desperate cry left Yoongi's lips, his feet giving out as he sank to his knees, head lowering so his eyes way fixed at the shining wooden floor.

"I know you won't. Because you're a good guy, Yoongi. And that's why it all had to end this way", the younger uttered, before hanging up the phone, the line going just as dead as Yoongi wished he was right now.

Oh, how simple it would be to rip open the window and fling himself out of it.

But he couldn't do that.

Everything Jimin had said was true.

He knew, deep inside his aching heart, that he couldn't just leave his friends like that.

He also knew, that if he did, they would suffer the same fate as Kim Taehyung and that other unfortunate soul that last night just happened to cross paths with the cold blooded murderer Park Jimin really was.

And that's why he found himself sprinting out of the apartment building, running like his life was depending on it.

And in a way, that was true.

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Min Kyungsoo rubbed his face as he opened his car door, sitting down in the driver's seat. He fastened his seat belt, turning on the engine and radio, tuning the radio in on the right frequency. 

"This is Min Kyungsoo, I am the leader of this arrest. For those of you who haven't gotten to know me that well, I come from the Seoul Murder Department. We're going for Min Yoongi today, I hope you are all updated on the case. We move in silently, no guns unless absolutely necessary", the police inspector said into the microphone of the radio.

He was met with short "Roger"s from the other officers.

"The we begin", Kyngsoo sighed into the mic, before driving off towards their destination.

It was past noon when they arrived at the apartment complex that Park Jimin lived in. The building stood tall with the sun reflecting in the windows. It looked completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Kyngsoo could even see some kids that had crowded up when the several police cars arrived.

He stepped out of his car, some other officers doing the same, and some staying in their cars as back up. Kyngsoo patted his gun holster to make sure it was still there, and nodded shortly to the other officers, before they swiftly made their way in through the door.

There was no reception in this building. No CCTV or anything fancy like Kim Taehyung's building from earlier. Only a rack of small mailboxes. Kyngsoo could see the name "Park Jimin" written on the mailbox for apartment 409.

His gaze was moved forward as he stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the forth floor. Five other officers joined him in the elevator, the others running up the stairs. It was strategically smarter to come in smaller units, as it could take the suspect by surprise.

As the elevator doors slid open, a heavy atmosphere weighted upon their shoulders as they moved down the hallway with silent steps.

405...

407...

409.

Kyungsoo gestured for them to stop, pressing his finger to his lips, before knocking the door gently.

No one replied.

He knocked again, harder this time.

"This is the police, open up", he said, his strong voice echoing through the hallway.

When there was still no reply, he waved his hand a little, the team moving back, and he lifted his foot.

The lock seemed old, and it sprung open without difficulty, a small smile spreading across police inspector Kyungsoo's face. At least he still had some moves in.

But the smile was quickly wiped of his face as his eyes moved up, meeting the dead, staring eyes of Jeon Junkook, tied to a chair in the middle of the room, his heart literally spilling out of his chest and into his hands, a disgusting, yellow-ish color in his face that accentuated the gushing, purple, finger-shaped bruises snaking around his neck.

Behind him, Kyugsoo heard the sound of someone throwing up, but he himself could only focus on one thing.

He stepped into the apartment, nearing the dead body. He had no idea who this was. How this person was connected to the case. Why he was in Park Jimin's apartment instead of Park Jimin or Min Yoongi. 

But in his hand, next to his heart, Kyungsoo had seen a paper note.

He unfolded it.

"Ha ha. Try again", he read out loud.

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