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Dear Jimin
I'm sorry I didn't write to you for five days. Some things had been going on so I was busy.
Yeah yeah, don't worry, I'm telling you what happened.
After my unhappy seeing with Namjoon I didn't anticipate to encounter another unpleasant persona. The police knocked against the door when I was about to vomit the living shit out of my body. Thank God I had sobered up a bit by the time being.
I opened up for them and was greeted with a gun pointed at my face, the cops shouting to lift my hands.
I tell you, I was shitting my pants. Nobody had ever pointed a gun at me! There might be a lot of reasons why somebody would want to point a fucking gun at me but it never actually happened!
Anyway, they wanted me to tell them who I was and what I was doing, which I did.
I soon found out that they suspected your death to be homicide. Not suicide.
They sent me to prison. Not because they suspected me, I mean I told them I was your partner and I was the one calling the ambulance the day I found you.
I was sent there so they could make their crime scene analysis or whatever shit they had been doing there.
The next day I was picked up by Namjoon. Boy, I had never been more pissed to see that shitface. You know, just a few hours ago he told me to stop what I was doing because it's bad for me and the next thing I know him picking me up from prison.
He didn't act like an asshole though. He said I could stay at his house and the other boys would be there to treat me.
So basically I was babysitted by the juniors.
Yeah, just laugh. It's soooo fucking funny, right? Aish, just shut up.
I felt like a fucking grandpa with Alzheimer. They watched me 24/7, followed me wherever I went and always controlled what I ate, drank, said or thought if they were capable of.
I'm texting you today because of three reasons, Park Jimin.
Firstly, because right now nobody's at home and I can finally write in peace. Secondly, because I found your phone in my backpack which I was allowed to take with me when the cops sent me off. Thirdly, is it true that it was homicide?
Why would your phone be in there? Did you put it in there? Has somebody else put it in there? Why would you or anybody else put your broken phone into my backpack? Is it meant to be found by me?
I don't even know if the fact, that your death might had been caused by somebody else, is saddening me or not. Actually it should because you didn't want to die in the first place and your life had been taken away brutally.
But you are dead either way, it doesn't change. You are dead and gone.
But if it really was homicide.. then I swear to God I will find this bastard.
Don't worry about me, Jimin. I'm being taken care of. The boys are really nice to me even though they piss me off sometimes.
I promise you I'll find that somebody before Christmas Eve.
