Detective Taehyung

The Confession(9)

*Still Your POV*

"I have an idea but we have to take a train to Daejeon." Y/N said

"Wait, why a train?" Taehyung asked in confusion.

"Remember Hobi, the suspect. I think what happen is after murdering Yoongi, He ran to the train station to buy a ticket and he could be with his friend in Daejeon. We need to go now or he might have murdered his friend."

Hoseok POV
I decided to tell Baekhyun about how I murdered Yoongi. I was about to tell him until he got a knock on his door. "Hold on." He said.

Baekhyun POV

Who else know I live here? I haven't told anyone from my old group, EXO, except Chen but he was in China working on his modeling career. I opened the door and saw two strangers

"Hi, I'm Taehyung and this my partner, Y/N. Is there a Jung Hoseok here?"

"Hobi there is some people here to see you." Baekhyun yelled

Y/N POV

When he called me his partner, I got butterflies in my stomach. When I first met him, I thought he was cute and started liking him. Now, I think I was in love. Hobi started walking over to the door and Taehyung started taking out some cuffs.

"I thought only police officers did that?" I asked

"Namjoon let me borrow them. He said he would risk the chance of getting fired to help a pretty girl like you."

"Oh ok." Taehyung just called me pretty. Does he also have a crush on me? I shouldn't be thinking like that right now.

"Why are you putting me-"Taehyung cuts off Hobi

"Jung Hoseok, we are taking you in for questioning about the murder of Min Yoongi and we don't wants you to run off." Then we saw someone starting running towards us. It was Namjoon. He came to help us with taking Hobi in for questioning.

"Anything that you say will and be held against you." Namjoon stated taking Hoseok.

"Namjoon, what are you doing here?" I asked

"I went to talk to Taehyung but Rosé said you were going to Daejeon to get Hoseok." He stated

"Let's go to the police station here in town." Namjoon said to Taehyung.

-At the police station-

"Where were the night of Min Yoongi's murder?" Taehyung starting to ask Hoseok.

"I don't remember." Hoseok snapped back

"We have evidence you were in the park. Does this look familiar?" Taehyung held up the key chain in its evidence bag.

"I might have been taking a walk in the park."

"At midnight?"

"I couldn't sleep maybe."

"We found Yoongi's phone. Do these texts sound familiar?"

Taehyung started reading the text Hoseok and Yoongi sent to each other. Halfway through reading them, Hoseok broke "FINE. I murdered Yoongi because I was done with his bullshit."

Namjoon came in "Jung Hoseok, you are under arrest for the murder of Min Yoongi."

While walking out, I looked at Hoseok and started crying. I thought we were all best friend. We were going to grow old together but it was all ruined. Taehyung saw me and started comforting me.

"I am so sorry."

"I love Taehyung."

"I love you too, Y/N"

5 months later

You and Taehyung started dating a week after the arrest of Hoseok. You decided to visit Hoseok to ask him why. On your way to the prison, Taehyung called

Taehyung

hey beautiful, where are you?

Y/N

I am visiting Hoseok

Taehyung

Ok. Call me when you are done.

Y/N

Ok. Love you.

Taehyung

Love you too

*end of convo*

You reached the prison and went inside. You sat and waited to go back. Finally, they called your name and let you to go back. You sat at one of the visiting booth. They brought Hoseok to you.

Y/N: "Why did you murder Yoongi?" I asked cautiously, not really knowing if I wanted his answer or not.

Hoseok: "I just got mad and over reacted. Could you ever forgive me?" He asked sullenly. I couldn't tell if-NO, he was lying. This apology wasn't sincere, he didn't believe he did anything wrong. To him Yoongi was a pest he had to exterminate, so he did.

I despised him. His motives, His voice, his existence.

Y/N: "I'm sorry Hoseok but I can't. You killed my best friend and I don't think I will be able to forgive you ever. I would never forgive a killer." I growled, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes as I stared at the murderer. I got up abruptly, the chair screeching as I knocked it away from me by standing.