the good guy J.JK

ch.10

My pencil twirls around my fingers as I look over the two papers.

one being my father's suicide letter. the other being jungkook's hand written sentence.

it's too similar, but it couldn't have been him.

right now the only person I think killed my dad is the person who keeps snapping photos of me. I don't know what they look like.

It's happened atleast twice since we've been living in this house.

"Y/N, pizza's here" Taehyung says as he walks into my room.

"I'll be in there in a minute"

his eyes cut at me curiously, the door knob clenched under his hand as he slowly shuts my door.

"what are you looking at?"he asks as he makes his way to me.

my hands grip the papers and pull them to my chest. A nervous 'nothing' slipping from my lips.

"it's not nothing when you still have dads planner, why do you still have that?"he asks as he sits down.

I shake my head as I give up, sitting down the papers that I once wanted to stay secret.

"i don't even know, I just think it's so Fricken stupid that he put that note in his planner, or whoever killed him"

taehyung shrugs and grabs the sheets of paper.

"who wrote this one"he asked, motioning to jungkooks sentence.

"jungkook did. it's the same right?"

taehyung looked at them, bringing them closer to his face the pushing them out at arm length, curiously analyzing them.

"there just alike, but we never knew jungkook"

I nodded my head, but then I thought about the photo snapper that usually comes around in about an hour from now.

"taehyung, I have a favor to ask"

he looks at me with his braws raised.

"can you...sleep in here tonight?"

yes, childish question, but its not because I'm scared. it's because I want to see if he/she will take a photo while taehyung is in here.

"what the heck? no!"he said with a blush on his cheeks.

I sighed and grabbed his hand, thinking up a good excuse.

"please tae. mom won't be back until Saturday and I've been scared in here"

he rolled his eyes and looked at me with a face that looked as if I just gave him the most stupid excuse ever. I kinda did tho.

"i know damn well your not scared of this fucking house. and you've never been scared when mom was out of town! what's the real reason?"

I let out a sigh, bringing my knees up to my chest.

"because. I just. I don't know, I wanna cuddle with my brother?"I sorta ask.

he sighs. "Y/N, just tell me what's wrong, I won't tell anyone"

I sigh and look at the window, a shiver shooting down my spine.

"there's been...a person taking pictures from my window"

his eyebraws clashed together as he looked at me, then to my window, then to me again.

"what do you mean? someones taking pictures of you? at your window?!"

he got up and walked over to my window, pulling the String to my blinds, then pushing up my window with an angry look on his face as he sticks it out into the cool night breeze.

"hes doesn't come at this time"I say monotone.

he pulls his head away and pushes my window back down, along with the blinds.

"when did this start?"

I sigh, picking up the papers and sticking them into dad's phone book.

"the night I was in dad's office"

his eyes go wide and he sits infront of me.

"Y/N, we have to tell mom"

"no, you can't tell mom, not yet atleast"

he sighs. "Y/N, this person could be dangerous, they could be dad's killer. and from the looks of it, your their next target" he grabs the phonebook and pulls out dads letter. "if this person wrote this, they meant to mention you. and for some reason they meant to put it in the planner"

"no murderer is gonna put it in a fucking book"I say angrily.

taehyung thinks for a moment, then looks up at me.

"did the police even think to look in it?"

"no"I answer.

"ok, so, maybe that's why, but you wanted that book so you grabbed it, what made you grab it"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"i just had a gut feeling, it was like, right infront of me and dad always used it, so I thought there would be some notes or the person he called last."

it was the truth, that's what I thought. maybe this 'murderer' is a lot more complex then we thought, maybe it's more than that.

"Y/N, maybe this person knew you were gonna think that way, or maybe he knew the police wouldn't think to check, so maybe, we need to tell mom"

"why wouldn't they want the police to see the letter?"

he shrugs. "it mentions you, maybe they wanted you to see it first, clearly they, whoever, is after you"

I shake my head.

"ok, but don't tell mom. not yet, just stay in here with me tonight, and if they take a photo, then we'll tell mom. if not, we ignore it for now"

he looks up at me and nods his head.

"fine, slumber party it is"