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[101]

[Jin]

With an annoying sound beeping profusely on the other end of the line, I stared blankly at the wall with the phone glued to my ear. I don't know how long I just sat in the hospital chair, staring at the wall, but I was stuck in that shocked trance until a long yawn from behind me snapped me out of it. My neck snapped behind me to see Taehyung with a drowsy expression on his face.

"Jin Hyung?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

I gulped and before I could talk, words began slipping from Taehyung's lips, "I had the weirdest dream.."

I placed my phone on the table as my eyebrows furrowed once I heard the short summary of his getaway from reality.

[Jimin]

Jungkook and I sat hand in hand on the black, leather loveseat in Yoongi's living room. His house was very elegant with black furniture with small accents of white. It was the complete opposite of my trashy, old hut that I had lived in with my mother, but that trashy old hut gave me warmth and comfort, unlike this place that left an unsettling feeling in my chest. Yoongi was directly across from Jungkook and I, his eyes examining our horrid presentation.

"Are you sure she's dead?"

Jungkook nodded from beside me and a slow, creepy smirk formed on Yoongi's cheeks as he hummed in response, "Really?"

"Really." Responded Jungkook, his grip tightening around my hand.

Yoongi nodded satisfactorily and leaned back in the black, leather chair behind him, "I'm upset I didn't get to do it myself, or at least get to watch, but what can you do?"

The brutality and immorality of his words scared me considering that he was upset that he wasn't the one who got to throw Jungkook's mother off of a roof. It made me think about his obviously twisted personality. Yoongi then shrugged and combed his fingers through his course black roots of his cotton colored locks, "So what do you want help with?"

"We need to be hidden, at least until everything dies down," Jungkook replied sophisticatedly.

Yoongi's arm rested on his thigh and he leaned forward to look Jungkook straight in the eyes, "You know that if Yein's own son isn't there, they'll be looking to you as a suspect of the murder? Especially since you were missing at the time of the wedding."

Through Jungkook's hand, I felt his pulse increase and his hand began to form little droplets of liquid anxiety, "Well, what do we do, Hyung? I had no choice but to do it,"

Yoongi then scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Don't get me wrong, I'm going to help you. If I had the chance, I would have filmed me killing her and rewatch it religiously,"

I looked to Jungkook's clenched jaw worriedly, inwardly asking as to why he would come to this cruel man for help, but he didn't look my way.

"How are you going to help us?"

After Jungkook had said "us", Yoongi's eyes then averted to me, "Us? What do you mean 'us'?"

His cold gaze in my direction sent chills up and down my spine until Jungkook's hand clenched mine, "I mean us. As in Jimin and I,"

Yoongi's eyes didn't steer away from me but he just sighed, leaning back into the comfortable leather chair, "Fine, but firstly, you guys need an alibi,"

"Jimin has no correlation with Yein, so his alibi isn't that important but he still needs one just in case,"

Jungkook nodded.

"But everyone knows that you weren't at the wedding," Yoongi added and the room went silent with absolutely no movement.

"What about you? Can't I just say I was hanging out with my best friend before the wedding?"

Yoongi shook his head, "My grandmother knows I'm not mentally stable to 'hang out', she'd know we were lying, and she wouldn't support me hiding a murder."

I thought deeply before a lightbulb appeared in my mind, "What about Lisa? Wouldn't she be a plausible alibi? Saying that you guys were umm.. talking before the wedding?"

Jungkook looked towards me whilst shaking his head, his dark brown locks stroking his blemish free forehead, "Why would she be on my side? If I explained to her that I killed my own mother, she wouldn't be too willing,"

Yoongi then shook his head, a concentrated look on his face, "Wait, that may work."

Both Jungkook and I looked towards Yoongi with intent expressions, "I know Lisa more than anyone, she'll comply if we explain the whole story,"

"But I'm supposed to be getting married to her..?" Inquired a confused Jungkook, his hand unlinking from mine and combing through his hair to try and wash any stress.

"But if we explain all of the horrid things that bitch did to us, she'll comply," Yoongi nodded, set on the idea.

Jungkook had no idea how this idea was going to work, "But we murdered the most important woman in the world, the incarnation of Luna,"

Yoongi scoffed and shook his head, "Don't worry about that, Lisa's an atheist,"

[Namjoon]

With my hand gripping the stirring wheel tightly, I had my phone to my ear with the other, "Yes, he says he refuses to comply with us,"

"Refuses? He refuses?"

I nodded although the woman on the other line couldn't see it, "Yes ma'am, he said that he would call the hospital security to take me away if I entered his presence again,"

The woman on the other line sighed, "Just make sure he doesn't try and kill himself again, especially since you haven't perfected the immortality concoction yet,"

"I know, but I'll be having that for you shortly,"

"Shortly? Namjoon, it's been twenty two years, so I suggest you hurry before I'm forced to make some unwanted decisions,"

I nodded once more, "Yes ma'am,"

"And stop calling me ma'am, Namjoon, it's just weird," the woman said with aggravation.

"Yes, Yu-Ji,"

[author's notes]

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