Silence. | A BTS ff.

하나

* No ones pov*
It was another day, another night. The dim streetlights lit up the empty night streets. Namjoon being the only body -  roaming his way down the uneven pavement. A sudden flash of light hit the air, causing Namjoon to let out an annoyed sigh. He continues walking to a small bench as he waits patiently, Seconds later he enters a black car. Photographers scurry out of their hidden places chasing after the car.
Namjoons mind begins to drift off as he blocks out the bright flashes in the distance - Which happens often. He begins to drift to sleep letting his thoughts consume him entirely until, he is jolted by the sudden stop of the car.
Namjoon stretches as he lets his body fall out of the car swiftly. He slowly approaches the door to his dorm, his pace slowing as his bones ache from the hours of practice at the studio only a short time before. He turns the key as he pushes the door open to the dim lighted dorm building. While walking through the door way he removes both his coat and shoes, as well as locking the door behind him. He makes he his way towards the large kitchen as he is stopped by the sound of arguing echoing throughout the home.

*Namjoon's pov.*

Walking towards the living room I find the maknae line. Their bodies spread across the large couch with Taehyung sitting upside down - A controller in his hand. I stand in the doorway continuing to observe them as they argue about the random game playing on the television in the background. At last the youngest of the group moved his eyes towards me.
" Oh hyung.. How long have you been there" His words cause the rest of the three to look towards me also.
" Long enough" I state walking towards a single chair claiming it as my own.
The maknae line continue to play their video game as alerts spamming my phone snap me out of my short daydream. I unlock my phone - Pressing The icon that leads to a twitter hashtag. #RipKyunLee.
Curiosity getting the best of me I click the hashtag that lead to new reports. I quickly skim through the news report.
" famous korean artist, Kyun Lee has been found deceased late hours this evening. Forensic reports claimed that this was not an accident instead a planned attack. Markings of the letter 'K' have been left in Mr.Lees upper chest. Federals say that this seems to be the beginning and investigation has already been put into action with this case. Mr.Lee will be having a public funeral with his fans welcomed to attend. May he Rest In Peace."
I cough loudly causing Jimin to snap his head towards me.
"Hyung are you okay?" He speaks with a worried look.
" Kyun .. He was murdered " I reply passing my phone to him.
Taehyung and Jungkook scurry to Jimin reading through the article as well.
" Who would even think of murdering a idol" Taehyung states , Disbelief covering his face.
" Right " Jimin agrees.
I look around , Seeing Jungkook. His face looks pale as he sits on the couch staring at the wall with a blank expression.
" Gguk , You Okay ?" I ask
" H-Hyung it said it's only the start .. What if we're next. " He says in a low voice as tears begin to form in his eyes.
I pull him into a hug. 
" I won't let that happen. " I reply , Closing my eyes as I hug him. In my head I know I can't keep all the members safe. If this is a killer , I'm going to need back up.

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Word count ~ 616