𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.

16. Paper Flowers

The petals.

The odours.

Even though she had almost been completely drowned in a spectrum of colourful flora, the green house in her parents shop felt like the only place she could breathe.

The memory of Jin last night was the only thing she could think about. The kiss they shared, but also the look on his face when he ran away.

It seemed as if he was petrified, but of what exactly? Of Valentina? Of himself? Or of something else entirely?

Wanting to feel the vibration rumble in her pocket, the sign that Jin was still her friend after last night. To see if that kiss changed everything for worse. To see if it was another way life was becoming her own divinely designed hell.

She seized the basket full of burning marigolds before departing the jungle of flowers, leaving the place that felt to her like home.

As she dropped the basket on the counter, a pink-white mass was spotted in the corner of her eye, something that hadn't been in the shop before she went into the Greenhouse.

She turned her eyes towards it to only meet a bouquet of pastel pink flowers, wrapped in a snow-white lace. There were blushing roses,burning lotuses and flush peonies amongst a diversity of different flowers.

At first, she thought it must have been a bouquet Julieta or Marco had made for a customer, until she saw the paper slither of paper flash a name she never expected to read in her parents' shop.

Park Jimin.

His name signed almost flawlessly with a cute small heart swimming below his name.

Opening the sweet smelling fragranced paper to find his message.

Namsan Tower at 8

*******

It was a mess.

But then what could Hoseok expect when he was in the aftermath of someone being decapitated?

Blood sprayed all over the walls in a violent composition as the headless body laid there lifeless, stained in a wine red pigment.

Hoseok had been to many crime scenes in his time, but he had never had to investigate one quite like this before.

The grimacing smell of a slowly decomposing body and drying blood burned in his nose, the smell becoming a taste at the back of his mouth.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Hoseok gagged out as he covered his mouth and nose with his hands, eyes closed as he tried to scare the image away from his memory.

"Hoseok, I told you to put on your bloody mask on before we got in here." he snapped at Hoseok as he continued to submerge himself into the scene, kneeling down to the body.

The same killer that had murdered that lawyer had striked again, yet that seemed to be the least of his problems at that point.

Yoongi had talked with Valentina about how Jungkook was doing. Telling him every detail, how prison had carved him into something foreign. Illustrated into a character who was the polar opposite of the young boy.

No one wanted to believe it, but the evidence showed it all, and what could Yoongi do when logic was going against him?

As Yoongi started to examine the body, Hoseok had been deliberately avoiding the sight and smell of the decaying body. Eyes being trapped in a constant prison of ruby red blood painted all over the wall, his foot suddenly collided with something.