Purple Death | A BTS Murder Mystery ✔

EIGHTEEN

Jimin had always thought that, throughout his lifetime, he would never see Seokjin cry. 

Seokjin was the older one, the strong one, the one who wasn't emotional and who didn't cry, ever. The one who would always hold it together so the others could let it go. And he'd be there to dry the tears, there to pick up the pieces, there to glue them back together and make sure they would never fall apart, ever again.

And then, Hoseok had died. 

Of course, Seokjin had still held it together when it had happened, and the days soon after. But then Jimin had seen Seokjin standing still in the hallway, alone in the middle of the night, with red puffy eyes and a broken heart. And it was then that Jimin noticed what he hadn't noticed earlier, what had probably been there since Hoseok's death.

Pieces.

Seokjin was broken to pieces and Jimin had taken more than a week to realize it. Perhaps he had been blind to it because of his own pain that had come with Hoseok's passing. 

It was weird, really, how suffering yourself made you blind to the pain of others. Because if you held too much suffering in yourself, seeing it in others would be too much, to the point that it could kill you. So you'd become blind in hopes of saving yourself.

Yet, by saving yourself, you'd kill someone else.

And now that Jimin was standing in front of Seokjin again, in the living room where they had all gathered, suddenly he couldn't deny it anymore.

Seokjin wasn't Seokjin. Seokjin was pieces and he was on its way to being dust and Jimin knew then that no amount of glue could ever fix him. 

Perhaps Seokjin had been killed by someone else, too, someone who was only trying to save themselves. 

"Jimin? Could you sit down so we can start?" Namjoon motioned at him. He was standing in the middle of the room and all the boys were sitting around: Yoongi and Taehyung on the couch, Jungkook on the floor, and the pieces of Seokjin were on the chair by the window. 

Jimin sat on the floor too, right next to Seokjin who seemed to be slightly shaking and had his eyes closed. 

Jimin parted his lips to ask him if he was okay, but Namjoon cut him off.

"So, I gathered all of you this afternoon because I wanted to talk about something with you all," he began, and while Seokjin didn't open his eyes, Jimin noticed that his body was now a little more stiff. 

Jimin turned his worried gaze to Namjoon, who wasn't looking in their direction but rather was looking at Jungkook as he spoke. 

"I want to talk about Hobi's murder," he declared solemnly.

The room stayed silent, with the exception of Seokjin who sucked in a sharp breath. Jimin turned his wide, worried eyes to look at him, and what he saw broke his heart.

Seokjin, his arms wrapped around his core and his hair messy, with sad, teary eyes that held all the pain in the world, and his blurry gaze looking over Namjoon, directly at Taehyung and Yoongi who sat on the couch.

"One of us killed him." Namjoon went on, looking in their direction, and Seokjin flinched by Jimin's side. 

Jimin wanted to stand up and put him arms around the elder, he wanted to put his head on his shoulders and pat his back until the boy wouldn't look so destroyed, but something in Namjoon's eyes looking at them prevented him from doing so. 

Jungkook and Yoongi stayed unmoving, and Taehyung only blinked.

"Hyung?" he asked. "What are you saying? Are you saying that you agree with the police, that it was one of us? But-"