Pumped Up Kicks

8

Yoongi's phone lit up with text message late in the morning, a text message from Jimin scrolling across the screen.

Jiminie

Ah, I liked my hair like this. I see why though. I might dye mine too. I'm unsure. I dont like having black hair.

Sent 7:49am.

Yoongi read over the message, ruffling his newly dyed hair. It truly made him look paler. As if he was a ghost again, being able to blend in amongst society again.

Yoongibear

Okay, let me know if you want help dying it again.

Sent 7:52am.

Jimine

I cant believe those dumb students havent canceled their party yet. So many people have been killed this week, I think they wouldve gotten the message for their peers safety.

Sent 7:54

Yoongi threw his phone back onto his bed. He had nothing to do today. All work has been called off since the incident. His boss had called off work for an entire week, feeling as if the cafe would be cursed if they continued work under the stress of the murder.

Yoongi's murder.

"What was I even thinking.." he mumbled out, his hand dragging down his face. What was he thinking? Was he protecting Jungkook? Killing a private investigator to help a potential serial killer? He might have taken a slight liking to the doe-eyed boy. With the cute bunny smile.

The boy was under police custody anyways. He'll most likely not be seen again. They'll find out, if Yoongi saw it, then the young boy is screwed.

Yoongi might do something even crazier than killing a private investigator.

He might kill the couple he met with.

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Jungkook was still currently sitting in holding. He couldn't believe how he freaked out in front of Seokjin. But he couldn't help it. This cell is scary as shit. Four cement walls surrounding him with a metal door as the other side of the room.

He sat in a ball at the corner of the room, on top of the bed. His moment in the office with the officer was eventful to say the least. He was sure they'd research his name and see all the news reports of him.

He didn't want that, he didn't want them to know. They did nothing on his case years ago, even if those officers weren't working here at the time. He still feels a large resentment towards this building and it's employees. How could he not?

They've fucked him over.

They've fucked them both over.

He no longer wanted the memories, the constant flashbacks. He didn't want to be a murderer. But his fate was written in stone since that day. He was so lucky he hadn't attacked the officers that came to pick him up. If he had lashed out, they would've been certain.

The number one thing that consumed his though was one simple question,

Who killed the investigator?

That was the main thought that swarmed his mind. Who killed the investigator? Did they kill him to protect Jungkook? Or was he part of some vendetta and showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time?

No, that couldn't be possible. What about Yoongi? The blonde male he had grown accustomed to within the span of a day. How could that even happen? For so much to happen in an entire day?

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"

Have you found anything yet, Joonie?" Seokjin grumbled sleepily from his seat next to his partner. He wanted to go home and sleep, it's been a long day and he just wanted everything to end already. But he couldn't leave, he'd prefer to keep his job.

"You know you could help me search through his information instead of, ya know, sulking?" Namjoon replied, filing through documents. They were looking through case files for anything that could have involved the kid sitting inside a holding cell.

Seokjin frowned, "No, deal with it. You can do this on your own. I'm tired of being the one who works the most while you sit back and just take it." His words holding an innuendo that made the younger male flustered.

"Why are you talking about our sex life right now? What, do you want to bottom now?" Namjoon scoffed.

"As if you want to top, such a pillow princess." Jin smirked, leaning back in his seat.

A few stray papers were thrown at Jin's face in a short second. Seeing his boyfriend blushing madly with a pout on his lips. "This is not the time to be talking about these kind of things, hyung." Namjoon scowled, going back to looking for information.

Seokjin chuckled as the laptop continued to try and find more information about the ravenette. So far they've turned up blank. And it confused seokjin that the boy's very obvious mental disease is not under his information. Has the boy never spoken to a psychiatrist? Has the boy been suffering like this on his own, for who knows how long?

The computer dinged, a file popping onto the screen. Its was a very long and detailed report about a murder case from many years ago. However, the young boy's name was listed in the document multiple times. Seokjin quickly scanned through the document, reading over the events of the murder.

"Namjoon.." Jin stuttered out, his face growing paler the more he read. His partner soon walked over. His eyes widened drastically when we saw the document his boyfriend had pulled up. "Wasn't that the boy that made headlines a few years ago?"

"Jungkook is explicitly talked about in this document, Namjoon." Seokjin said, clicking open a photo, "look at his neck. Those bruises are faded, but you can tell what they're from, Namjoon. Nothing happened in court for this boy. His death was just announced then forgotten."

Namjoon frowned, minimizing the photo and reading the document. "What the fuck.. Are we going to discuss this with Jungkook?"

"The boy has already freaked out enough for the day, he needs to sleep. Besides, I think we now have an answer for his obvious PTSD." He said, clicking open the photo again.

"The death of Kim Taehyung."

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