Purple Death | A BTS Murder Mystery ✔

EXTRA - PART TWO

!!! Warning !!! 

This chapter is extremely dark and contains an elaborate description of a murder from the murderer's POV. It also contains domestic violence. 

!!! Do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this !!!

If you do not wish to read the chapter but still want to know who did it and why, you may PM me instead and I'll let you know. 

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It was the middle of the night when he was woken up by the sound of a door slamming shut in the hallway. It was completely dark in his room. 

He shifted around in his covers uncomfortably. Tentatively, he extended his hand towards his bedside table, unconsciously searching around for his cellphone. When he encountered it, he pressed the main button and was momentarily blinded by the light, but then he squinted his eyes and made out the time that was brightly displayed on the screen. 

1:24AM. 

He sighed. Who on earth thought it was acceptable to make so much noise in the middle of the night? And how dared they wake him up? It was already a miracle that he had been asleep. 

Truth is, he hadn't slept much these last few weeks. 

He had too much thoughts. Thoughts of the trouble he was having writing new songs, thoughts of the pressure he had to dance better, thoughts of days getting colder and of the warmth he used to feel slowly fading away. Too often lately had he been laying in his bed in the dark, eyes wide open and staring into nothingness. He laid there, thinking and thinking and thinking until he couldn't feel anything but his ever-consuming emptiness. 

It all came back to the fact that he didn't know who he was, he didn't know what his life, this life, was. 

Bangtan Sonyeondan. 

It used to be his dream, a few years ago. It used to keep him up at night, thinking of success, thinking of climbing the charts, thinking of how standing in front of millions of people looking at him would feel. It was supposed to be gratifying, energizing, empowering. It was supposed to be what he wanted, what he needed.

But it wasn't. 

He wasn't sure how it came to him, the realization that this wasn't what his life should be.

He only remembered laying down in his bed, one late night, with Hoseok laying not too far away from him on the other side of the bed. He was staring at Hoseok's back facing him, the boy shirtless and asleep. 

He had been free to let his eyes wander slowly over Hoseok's soft skin and slightly curved spine. Hoseok had a small mole right in the middle of his back, resting in the spot where he would put his hand when they would kiss. 

He remembered thinking, perhaps this is what my life is meant to be. Perhaps this skin, this spine, this mole, are why I'm here, why I'm doing all of this. 

He had hung on to that idea like a fish to a worm ever since.

His everyday life was blurry. The days went by one after the other, they came and passed by like the wind that came from the sea. It was an ever-ending, warm but intrusive wind that made him feel like no matter where he went, he wouldn't be able to escape it. It kept blowing and pushing him further away on the shore, and he kept fighting and fighting to stay near the sea.