Psychopath

Part Four

"I'll take the couch." I mumbled throwing myself onto the floor. He chuckled and collapsed onto the bed. I crawled over and made a grunting noise as I lifted myself onto the couch. Taehyung was rolling all over the bed laughing until he was crying.

"You could have just stood up!" He exclaimed between gasps and giggles. "That would have been too much work." I chuckled. He laughed. I leaned over and turned off the lamp next to the couch feeling sleep bear down on me. "Goodnight Taehyung."

I mumbled. I could still hear his giggles as I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The couch suddenly dipped down more and it woke me slightly. A cold shivering person curled themselves into my chest. I opened one eye and looked down to find a crying Taehyung curled cutely next to me. He was hanging off of the couch. I snickered.

"Babe wouldn't it be better to cuddle on the bed?" He opened his eyes and stared up at me. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." He mumbled.

I smiled and kissed his forehead my heart breaking at his tear filled voice and red puffy eyes. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and picked him up. He surprisingly wasn't that heavy. I slowly walked us to the bed while he sniffled in my chest.

"You're okay now." I mumbled into his ear. I ran my fingers through his hair. He clinged to me wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling us so close I could feel every curve in his body.

Not right now Jungkook Junior.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip but continued to sweetly pet Taehyung's Head. I fell asleep like that, feeling more comfortable and safe than I had felt in years.

The next morning I was alone. I sighed and closed my eyes again wishing for sleep. "Yo! Jungkook breakfast is done." A deep voice called from another part in the room.

I opened my eyes again my heart racing forward. He stood at the door way bare chested with his baggy pants hanging loosely around his hips. I suddenly couldn't talk.

"Jungkook?" He asked holding the spatula in his hand out in a wave motion. "Uhm yeah?" I cleared my throat and tore my eyes from him forcing myself to sit up and ignore his perfectly sculpted body.

"I Uh accidentally spilled pancake batter on my shirt."  He chuckled his typical deep chuckle and in that moment I didn't know who to thank more his parents or god himself. He must have spent a lot of time perfecting Kim Taehyung.

"Let's go kiddo your friends are looking for you." He mumbled leaving the doorway.

I grabbed my phone and groaned.

Motionless Min- Jungkook please answer me. Where did you go?

I stared at the last of two hundred text messages Yoongi had sent me. He was determined to find me. I sighed and hit the call button.

"You better have a damn good reason for not responding to me and don't you dare say you were out with some girl."

I flinched at Yoongi's voice. It wasn't cold or harsh as normal. No instead his voice was tired and broken.

"Hyung, have you been crying?"

There was silence.

"It doesn't matter Jungkook, all that matters is that you come home now. Please Jungkook. We are all very scared."

I sighed.

"I'll be there soon Hyung."

I mumbled before hanging up on him. I couldn't dare hear another crack in his voice. I stood up and rubbed my eyes.
"You have to go?" Taehyung asked. I sighed and nodded. He pouted and nodded.

"I'll text you okay Hyung?" I asked. He nodded and smiled watching me walk out of the door.

Warm arms wrapped around me. I snuggled into the shorter male. "I fucking hate you." He mumbled in my ear.

I chuckled and lightly kissed at his neck. "Sure you do Hyung." He pushed me off of him rubbing at his neck where I had touched. He scowled at me and nodded his head to the boys now running out of the house.

"Kookie!" Namjoon said scooping me up into his arms and spinning me around. I chuckled and batted at his arms.

"Hyung let me down!" I exclaimed. As soon as my feet were on the ground Jin's arms engulfed me.

"Where have you been boy?" He asked. "I spent the night in a hotel with Taehyung." All eyes were on me as Jin pushed back to see my face.

"Jungkook." Jin approached slowly. I shook my head. "It's not what you think, calm down I'm not gay." I chuckled. Jin and the others frowned.

I noted Yoongi's pout and I tried to contain a wink in his direction. "It's not that Jungkook. Follow me." Jin grabbed my hand and led me into the house. My heart began to speed up. What was he going to say?

"We believe this is the suspect we are looking for." As we turned into the living room I took in the image on the TV Jin was pointing me towards.

The TV was on a news station and the news caster was sitting calmly talking about a topic I tried to tune into. "The police have sights on this young man and are discussing his current situation. I personally believe if he killed A man he should be in prison but maybe that's just me what about you Mary?" The sketch of a persons face in the top right corner of the screen caught my attention.

No.

The police cars

The frantic eyes

The train car

The not wanting to go home

The sketch

It all made sense.

"Jungkook that's Taehyung."