Purple Death | A BTS Murder Mystery ✔

FOUR

It was nearly five thirty in the afternoon when Taehyung switched the TV off in the living room and lazily stretched his arms above his head.  He had been watching it for an hour now, although he couldn't care to remember exactly what he had seen.

He felt a little numb. He knew Hoseok was dead, and his heart ached in a painful way every time he would take a breath, every time he would open his eyes, every time he would close them. Yet above the pain of the loss of his best friend stood the fear of knowing it was possibly one of his other best friends who had killed him.

It made no sense to him. Hoseok was the sweetest, most gentle of them all. He was the happiest, too. The boy who was always smiling, the boy who got along with everyone, the boy who glued the six of them together in a way that left no loose end, the boy everyone loved. The boy that had now been murdered. 

Taehyung couldn't think about it without wanting to crouch down on the floor and cry. 

Shifting his eyes from the TV, he focused on the coffee table that stood in the middle of the room. Hoseok had always hated that table.

Taehyung looked away from the table, and up at the boy facing him.

Sitting on the other side of the room, on the couch farthest from him, was Yoongi. He was staring questioningly at the younger member.

Taehyung shifted in his seat. Something in the glare Yoongi was sending him made him uncomfortable.

"I'm going to eat," he stated quietly before rubbing his stomach and standing up from his position.

Yoongi pursued his lips and raised a curious eyebrow. 

"How can you be hungry? Didn't you see your best friend dead this morning?" Yoongi took a slight pause, obviously hesitant. "Aren't you more... troubled by it?" 

His dark gaze was focused on the boy who flinched slightly. Taehyung looked away from him, but it didn't stop Yoongi from going on.

"I myself cannot eat, because thinking that Hobi is dead and that I'll never see him again... It fucks me up. I can't eat when I'm fucked up." 

Yoongi had never been one to express his feelings, so it was only natural that when he would, it would come out slightly wrong. Yet Taehyung could discern a hint of accusation in his voice that made him feel guilty. 

He was hearing the words Yoongi said, yet all he could understand was: I am disturbed by Hoseok's death. Why aren't you?

Taehyung looked down.

"I am troubled. I mean, seeing his dead body this morning, and now thinking I'll never talk to him again... It's disturbing, you know? I keep thinking he's gonna come home any minute now..." Taehyung said, gesticulating towards the door that kept them all locked inside. 

Every time he had heard a noise, he had raised his eyes to the source, hoping that it was Hoseok. Hoseok who was entering the room, Hoseok who was knocking on the door, Hoseok who was cooking in the kitchen. 

But it had never been Hoseok. 

Taehyung shook his head, trying to avoid thinking too much about his now-dead friend. And avoiding the subject had always been Taehyung's defense. "Do you want pasta for dinner?" 

Him switching subjects so fast wasn't even remotely unusual, but the tension in the room was. 

Yoongi blinked.

"What is wrong with you?" He stood up angrily. "How can you eat when Hobi's dead? Why aren't more bothered by it? Did you even care about him at all?"