Pumped Up Kicks

7

"You're home right?" Jimin spoke into the phone, Yoongi sighing on the other side.

"Yes, Jimin I've been home." Yoongi replied.

Jimin couldn't stop thinking. He had texted Hoseok right after the detectives left the cafe. Yoongi took off not to long after as well. But it was just the thought, somebody was murdered a couple feet from the back exit of the cafe. The killer could've easily came in and killed him. Could have killed his best friend since the second grade.

But the fact that a private investigator was murdered right outside the door. And he could've stoped it. He had the chance to save an innocent person from a cruel fate. But, he failed.

They're dead.

"Dude, it like, 10pm. I'm going to bed. I'll text you tomorrow, Jimin." Yoongi said before they said their goodbyes.

Jimin flopped back onto his bed, he had double checked the front door, every window. Nobody was getting into the apartment. It was just him and his new boyfriend that was currently in the shower.

Jimin slowly curled up on the bed. He's scarred. The man was long dead by now. But he had seen that man earlier. He had taken his order at the counter. He was a nice man, but now. He's nothing.

He's nothing but a news headline.

The sound of the shower stopped, his boyfriend soon walking out in a pair of sweatpants, his red hair still wet. "Hey, babe."

"Hey," jimin murmured. Hoseok crawled onto the bed next to his partner. Throwing his arm over the younger's torso, "hey.. I know what happened today. I'm not upset at our date being put off. But I'm worried about you."

"About me?" Jimin mumbled, snuggling in closer to the red head.

"Yeah, of course." Hoseok said, kissing his boyfriend's forehead. "I'll always be worried for you. Especially right now, with the state our city is in. I dont know how they haven't tracked these people. Sociopathic, psychotic, mentally disturbed people."

Jimin hummed in response, "how many people has the rabbit killed?"

"I'm not too sure. Somewhere in the twenties by now. But nothing has been confirmed about today. That detective you talked to released a statement earlier, didnt he?"

"Yeah, they found the suspect, but there is private reasons to believe that the incident from today wasn't him." Jimin frowned, "that cute little boy that was flirting with Yoongi today. Yoongi said that he mentioned that they brought him in this morning for an interview. But I guess the private investigator was following him."

Hoseok rubbed his hand up and down his boyfriend's back in a soothing manner, "nothing about the rabbit has been confirmed for that murder or the boy yet."

Hoseok smiled slightly, "I think you should relax for the night. You seem too wound up. I know you're worried, but I also know you need some sleep."

Jimin smiled and cuddled into Hoseok's chest, "okay. Good night."

"Good night."

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Yoongi's eyes were opened wide as he continuously scrolled down on his laptop's computer. Multiple police statements have been made about the incident today. Too many. A few days back he would've felt as if it was like being praised. But he knew better now.

Or at least he hoped he did.

He's not too sure how he feels about this. Theres no leads on who did it. Nothing about him. Nothing about the rabbit.

Or should he say Jungkook?

He was already certain. Completely positive, and he was sure the police were as well.

But he could say nothing about the matter. Absolutely nothing. He knew nothing about the younger male. All he could certainly say was what he majored in at college and what type of coffee he likes.

He cant determine if he was psychotic, mentally disturbed, or sociopathic. He couldn't confirm any of that. He had no right to. He doesnt know him. But why does he want to? Why does he want to know the kid?

He was different.

His doe-like eyes looked hollow and lifeless. Like he had been dragged through hell and came out alive, only to have to hide the scars.

He was hiding something, whether it be he was a murderer or not. Yoongi was positive that the boy was actually scared when he entered the shop the second time. But he could also tell the boy knew he was being followed.

Had he been stalked before?

Maybe.

Mental trauma creates monsters..

'Hold him up, I wanna see his face.' The young kid chuckled as his friend yanked his head up by his hair. Another kick to the stomach and Yoongi grimaced.

'Please stop..' Yoongi coughed out, his tears long spent.

The boy in front of him frowned, 'shut up, you little bitch. Even your parents dont love you. Look at you, why would they?' The boy continuously kicked his stomach. It had been going on for over twenty minutes before they seemed to get bored.

They all spat on him as they left him curled up into a ball in the middle of the feild. Why did nobody help him? Why did everybody hurt him?

Why did the world always fuck him over?

Why did he let it affect him to the point where he like the only attention he'll ever get is by stabbing innocent people?

Yoongi's fists were clenched tightly as he felt him be consumed with anger. He just wanted the world to see how fucked over he was. Nobody ever loved him, the only person who ever loved him was Jimin. Yet sooner or later, he is going to lose Jimin. Because Yoongi is disgusting. Why didn't Jimin ever listen to those kids when he originally transferred to his school. Why didnt he just ignore him like everybody else.

Yoongi should've just killed himself instead.

Less people wouldve cared about his actions.

He stared at the box on his table. Black hair dye. He probably should. As much as he liked the attention his hair had originally given him, he thinks it's best to change it before people get too involved in his life. He should probably advise Jimin to do the same.

Yoongibear

Hey, I'm dying my hair black. I don't want people thinking I'm that blonde killer. If you want to dye your hair as well, I can do it for you.

Sent, 1:47am.