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Jimin- Come find me

Jimin felt like his teeth were about to shatter with how hard he was clenching his jaw. Police were walking around inside his house, talking in hushed voices. He wouldn't have even called the police if he knew they would be taking this fucking long.

"Jimin," He heard a familiar, quiet voice next to him.

Without turning to face the boy now standing next to him, he shoved his hands in the pocket of his jacket. "I shouldn't have called anyone."

"Come on, Jimin do you know how much trouble you would've been in?"

"Taehyung frankly right now I don't give a fuck." He huffed out a breath. "I need them out. Everyone."

Taehyung let out a long sigh from next to him, but being the best friend he was, and of course being the son of the man his father was, he somehow got all cops out of the house within five minutes. Jimin was finally able to breathe in the silence, his eyes searching every corner, every little crack.

You were a smart girl, smarter than he was by far, there was no way you would let this man take you without leaving him any clues. Not to mention, this guy was also notorious for leaving very small hints or notes, but Jimin didn't want to find his. He would be leaving clues that would keep Jimin at least three steps behind him. You, on the other hand, would want to keep him one step ahead.

"Jimin-"

"Shh." Jimin shushed Taehyung next to him, focusing in on the rooms around him.

Jimin knew every single detail of this house. He had a rather sharp photographic memory after all. His eyes narrowed in on the front door. Nothing was wrong with it, no sign of forced entry. He didn't come through there.

Windows. Nothing. No sign of tampering. Backdoor looked exactly like the front door which meant he must've come from somewhere upstairs, but Jimin had already scoped everything from up there earlier, everything was almost perfectly in place, neither of you was up there at all last night.

"Garage." Jimin suddenly muttered to himself, practically running to the garage door. There was no sign of forced entry from the inside, but the outside was a different story. It was small, a very little scratch on the inside corner of the lock, something no policeman would ever pick up. This guy was skilled, Jimin had to give him that.

Now knowing his entrance point, he could now try to re-run through everything that happened. The lights must've been off, the t.v on. Jimin assumed you fell asleep watching t.v while waiting for him to get home. Jimin would assume that whoever this guy was brought some sort of chloroform or knock out something, but since you were already asleep he might've tried to pick you up without anything else.

You didn't wake up when he touched you. He got close, but not close enough because of the way the coffee table was knocked over. It wasn't from struggle, it was form you turning over the couch too fast, knocking it over as you stood.

That's when you grabbed the lamp on the left side, swinging at this man with it. You got a hit in and then must've run to the kitchen in attempts to get out the back door and call someone or grab a better weapon. From the angle that the knife holder had fallen, it looked as though you weren't for the door first, but he got to you before, picking you up and throwing you back against the floor. You were able to get up and away from him, reaching for a knife and cutting yourself in the process. That's what the very small amount of blood was from.

He somehow got the upper hand, then drugged you and carried you out, you didn't struggle out the door, there were no scratches or holes in the walls around the door frame and handle.

So the kitchen. There had to be something in the kitchen.

"Jimin," Taehyung's soft voice echoed through his ears once again. "What are you looking for?"

"Y/N would've left something," Jimin muttered, straining his eyes. "She must've left something."

Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay well, you've picked out everything that is obviously out of place, what about the things that are not as obvious?"

Jimin clenched his jaw, shaking his head once before looking over every single detail. There were a lot of things out of place, which must've been from you kicking around or trying to grab something, but the second drawer down next to the stove being open doesn't make that much sense.

Quickly Jimin rummaged around, looking frantically through the drawer. The tape. The tape was missing.

"Tape?" Jimin breathed out, looking around. "Why is the-"

Suddenly his eyes sharpened as he saw a very light glint on the edge of the island. He slid around and leaned down, finding himself looking at a piece of tape placed a little messily against the counter, but nevertheless, he could still see possibly one of the best clues you possibly could've given him.

"God she's a genius." Jimin grinned, feeling his chest lift. Even if it was just a little bit, it was better than nothing.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked, coming up to his side.

"Look at this." Jimin very carefully picked up the piece of tape, making sure he didn't touch the middle of the sticky part.

Taehyung looked very closely at it before feeling his eyes widen. "Is that-"

"Yup," Jimin smirked, feeling a wave of pride rush through him. "It's a fingerprint." 

Photographic memory? Psych anyone? ;);););););););););););););););););););););););););););););0;)

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