Purple Death | A BTS Murder Mystery ✔

EXTRA - PART ONE

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Hoseok didn't know why he had hurried to his bed at 9 o'clock just to be hit with insomnia right past midnight. 

It was dumb, really. BTS had concerts next week. Tomorrow might have been their day off, Hoseok wanted to go to the studio and practice the new dance they were learning. Thus, he needed to sleep. Yet he couldn't for some reason. Not even Jimin's absence for the night and the consequent lack of soft snores by his side could help.

And now here he was, laying in bed with his bedside lamp turned on, scrolling down his Instagram feed without even stopping once to look at the pictures. 

He briefly considered standing up and rummaging through Jimin's bedside table to find some weed the boy always hid - after all, weed was supposed to help you relax, and relaxed people fell asleep more easily, right? - but he decided against it. If there was one thing Jimin would notice, it would be some of his precious weed missing, and Hoseok didn't want to wake the beast that laid within his angelic Jimin. 

No, really, he'd rather not. Hoseok had seen Jimin's inner beast only once and he never wanted to see it again. 

A soft knock on the door came, making his eyes divert from the bright screen of his phone to the door a few meters away, and then back to his phone and the time displayed in the upper corner. 12:17AM. 

Ugh. Who on earth thought it was acceptable to bother him at such an hour, seriously? The fact that his room's light was switched on and that his visitor could probably see that from the hallway didn't matter - you did not bother someone after midnight unless it was a question of life or death. And really, Hoseok was pretty sure that no one had died.

Another soft knock came, this time more quickly. Hoseok frowned and stood up to open the door, an annoyed look on his face. If it was Yoongi who dared bothering him at this hour, he swear he would-

Hoseok dropped his frown when he saw who stood on the other side of the door. It was Jungkook, his sweet dongsaeng. Jungkook, who was nervously shifting from one feet to the other, his wide eyes staring at him in the dimly-lit doorway.

Hoseok couldn't help but smile softly at the boy, not at all annoyed anymore. Jungkook was so nice, and well, hot, and really, Hoseok was happy to see him, even in the middle of the night. And he couldn't help but notice the way Jungkook's too-wide pyjama hung on his hips and the way his white t-shirt was clinging to his biceps.

"Kookie?" he wondered, hand still lingering on the doorknob. 

Jungkook stared into his eyes for a few second, his dark eyes wide and surprised, but then looked away and smiled nervously.

"Hum, hey, Hoseok-Hyung. Can I - can I come in?" he stuttered, his eyes shifting to the room behind Hoseok.

Hoseok lifted one eyebrow in surprise, because it was past midnight, and Jungkook loved sleep, and hated talking - Hoseok knew that, because he was often by Jungkook's side, and Jungkook never really spoke unless he needed to, much less in the middle of the night. But still, he motioned for Jungkook to come in. 

"Is something wrong, Kookie?" he wondered softly as he closed the door behind him. 

Jungkook looked around the room, his eyes stopping for a brief moment on Hoseok's unmade bed, before he turned to his elder and smiled. 

"Nothing's wrong, Hoseok-Hyung. I couldn't sleep, and I saw that your light was still on, so I came to talk a little, is that okay?" he asked weakly, as if he was scared that Hoseok was mad.