One night murder

Chapter 17

The apartment building stood tall in the sun. A lovely sight for some, but for Yoongi, it was the most intimidating thing he had seen today. His heart was pounding away in his chest, his feet doing as best as they could as he ran for the door of the building.

He ripped it open, sprinting for the stairs, praying that the receptionist didn't see him and called security. He bolted up the steps, hands beginning to sweat as a million thoughts ran through his head.

He imagined opening the apartment door, finding two dead, heartless bodies on the floor, and Park Jimin lurking with an evil smile in the corner. The though gave him shivers, he wanted to throw up. But he couldn't stop running, the sense of urgency and panic bursting through his entire body. 

As he came to the right floor, he didn't even stop to catch his breath, but immediately found Namjoon and Jin's door.

"Namjoon!" He gasped, pounding at the door.

No one answered. 

He tried the handle.

To his horror, the door creaked open.

He pushed it with his foot.

"Namjoon", he croaked out. His vision became blurry. The floor swayed underneath his feet.

His knees connected with the floor board of the apartment's threshold.

His body was limp. He couldn't move. He could barely breathe.

In the middle of the room, there was a chair. A kitchen chair.
On the chair sat a person. Kim Namjoon.

In his chest, there was a hole. A gaping hole, constantly spilling a red, gooey liquid onto the man's chest. Or, at least, what was left of it.

His eyes were open. There were tear stains on his face. His neck had blue bruises.

Yoongi had been too late.

A door slammed, making the boy's head snap up. Tears were now streaming down his face.

Out of the door came Kim Seokjin. His feet were dragging against the floor boards as he entered the living room, his head hung low. His clothes were covered in blood.

"Jin..." Yoongi managed to whisper, shakily standing up, taking a few steps to test his stability.

He could hear Jin sobbing. It sounded so painful; so raw. Yoongi managed to cross the floor, reaching out to touch the other's shoulder, letting it rest there.

"You were too late", Jin whispered, his voice shaking.

"I know, Jin, I'm so sorry", Yoongi responded, his voice barely carrying out. The two boys were just standing there in the middle of the room, sobbing along side each other.

That was until Jin lifted his head.

A smile was spread across his face. A wide, disgusting, maniacal grin. The sobbing had turned into a laugh that gave Yoongi chills.His eyes were lit up with madness, a hot, piercing one that made Yoongi stumble back. 

His legs gave out, he hit the floor with a grunt.

"You were too late, Yoongi", the other boy said, bringing his hands forward from having them hidden behind his back.

Yoongi could have sworn he was having a heart attack right there and then.

In Jin's hand was a bloody knife.

Yoongi managed to react just in time when the crazy boy launched forward, slamming the knife into the floor where Yoongi's head previously had been.