Police inspector Han Binseol and a team of five other police men and women entered the apartment building of Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin. Half an hour ago, someone had called in, reporting strange noises coming from the apartment of the two.
Knowing that this was a potential life-threatening situation, based on what - or rather who- they had found in Park Jimin's apartment the other day, the police inspector advised the person to stay in their apartment.
As they were on their way, the same person called in, saying that the noises had developed into shouts, and that someone was heard running through the hallway.
Binseol readied her gun as they entered the elevator.
"Do not shoot unless it is absolutely necessary. We need to question them", she said, looking at the door, listening as the elevator slowly climbed up the floors.
Short nods came from the others, and a loud "pling" was heard. The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open.
The first thing they saw, was an open door in the middle of the hallway, two grocery bags spilled across the floor right outside the apartment.
Binseol motioned for the others to follow her as they crept through the dimly lit hallway, towards the door.
Stopping right in front of it, Binseol motioned for them to stop.
They could hear a noise.
A low noise that made the hair on her arms rise.
It sounded like someone laughing; a cold, crazy giggling.
She bit her lip, ready to see Min Yoongi standing there with the blood of his two best friends on his hands.
But as she jumped forward, shouting that "this is the police, put your hands up!", she got a surprise.
A surprise that made her stop in her tracks, that made her hands shake, her breathing hitched in her throat.
Dropping the knife, hearing it clinging against the floor, looking up with the startled expression of a child being caught stealing candy, Kim Seokjin sat on the floor with an unknown man across his lap, his chest halfway cut open.
The two could only stare at each other, Binseol's eyes briefly scanning the room, seeing Kim Namjoon hunched over in a chair, and judging from the dripping hole in his shirt, he was dead.
"Kim Seokjin", Binseol managed to drag out. She took a step forward, trying to keep her hands still so the gun would stop shaking. "You are under arrest for the murder of who ever the fuck that is,"- she pointed the gun at the man in Seokjin's lap, "and eventually Kim Namjoon".
And as the cars rolled away, sirens from the ambulances echoing through the streets, police inspector Han Binseol was left thinking.
Was Min Yoongi innocent after all?
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A warm breath hit Yoongi's neck. In an other situation, it would have been soothing and comforting, the two arms wrapped around his torso making him feel safe.
But now, he desperately clawed the arms away, leaping forwards in an attempt to escape. He tripped in his own feet, falling pathetically to the ground.
"Yoongi", the familiar voice said, the hands gripping his hips and rolling him over so he was on his back.
Yoongi tried to get them away again, but the other man quickly straddled him, the weigh of his body restricting Yoongi's movements.
"Get off me, murderer!" Yoongi shouted, but small hands covered his mouth, hindering his calls for help.
"Yoongi, you're so stupid", the man said, giggling his signature giggle, the one that Yoongi used to find so adorable. Now, it sent shivers down his spine. "Do you think you can escape me? After all this?"
Jimin grabbed the front of Yoongi's shirt, pulling him up into a sitting position. There was an intense stare between the two, Yoongi not being able to decipher the emotion portrayed in Jimin's eyes.
But he didn't get any more time to think, as Jimin yanked him forward, connecting their lips in a involuntary kiss.
Yoongi planted his palms against the others chest, pushing him away.
"What the fuck do you th-" he began, but was interrupted by Jimin repeating the same action.
In panic, Yoongi felt the other pull something out of his pocket. Jimin detached his lips from Yoongi's, leaning up against his ear.
"Just sit tight, you won't feel a thing in a little while", he whispered, and Yoongi could feel something sharp penetrate the soft skin on his neck.
The world started spinning, and it didn't take long before he felt his entire body collapsing, falling backwards, his head hitting the hard concrete of the back alley.
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When Yoongi finally came back into consciousness, he was no longer outside.
He found himself in dimply lit room, the yellow light from the lamp in the roof spilling across the room, making the minimal furniture cast creepy shadows.
The room seemed to be a bedroom.
There was a single bed standing against the left wall, behind Yoongi. There was a night stand next to it, and in the opposite corner, there was a closet.
There was nothing else in the room, except the chair Yoongi found himself to be sitting on. There wasn't even sheets on the bed.
Yoongi's head felt quite heavy, and he could feel the pressure from something that was most likely a bandage wrapping around it. He was about to lift his hands to feel it, but he couldn't move his arms.
He looked down, seeing that they were handcuffed behind the back of the chair, the chain had been threaded between the rails.
He cursed inwardly, trying to keep calm.
But deep inside, he knew.
He knew that if the police hadn't found out that Jin killed Namjoon and most likely Hoseok, managed to catch him and get the full story out of him, and also Jimin's current location - which Jin might not even know, were they even a team? - then he was done for.
He would never get out of this bedroom.
He was going to die, and this was going to be the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes for good.
At least that was what he thought, until the door creaked open, and Jimin stepped into the room, a large knife in his hand.
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One night murder
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