Detective Suga

Prologue

6 months ago.

Yoongi's pale fingers tremble, causing the note in his hand to shake as he sat in his expensive chair. He's been reading it over and over again for more than five minutes, although he knew that he should be taking action. After all, that's the point of a tip-off, but he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

Finally, the young, raven-haired billionaire pulled out some inked stamps. Each stamp had a signature of a different person, like the secretary of his company and his cousins. He opens up his Mac Book Air in the process and began typing the document he thought he wouldn't have to type until he's at least forty. But being the unfortunate person he was, he was writing this at the age of 23.

The man just started his life yet he's here writing a will.

Thirty minutes tick by as he finishes an okay-written will and prints it out. There isn't any time to look for mistakes and it doesn't matter if the document is well written or not, because he would be dead, fake or real. The point he was trying to make was clear, and that was all that was required. He grabs the stamps, and places them neatly on the end of the paper so that the ink wouldn't smudge. It doesn't matter really though, because if he didn't get out of there in twenty minutes, his actual body really would be found lying in a pool of blood.

Walking over to his large bathroom, he pulls some syringes from his drawer that he found long ago that had no use.

But now, the 10 mL tubes might end up saving his life.

He sticks the first syringe into his vein carefully, and pulled out blood, biting his lip to keep from hissing out in pain. Five more syringes followed after that, filling with dark blood.

He made a quick phone call in the process. After finishing, he emptied the syringes into a bottle.

Cleaning himself with a bandaid, he made sure not one trace of his blood was left behind. Being so young, he was smart enough to not ever leave anything behind.

He glanced at the clock, reading 12:10. Five more minutes, he gulped, waiting for it to hit 12:12.

Two long minutes went by, and he swiftly faced a security camera away from him, opened the window, and jumped.

———

He pays the stunts man 50,000 Won, and stays for a little bit as they bring out a dummy and put makeup on it. The raven-haired man stays watching them as they pour his blood on the dummy so it looked like Yoongi has actually fallen.

Glancing up at his room, he did a double take when he saw the lights flicker and a  a dark shadow moves across the room.

"I'm leaving now! Never come back here again!" He squeaks, turned on his heel and ran.

———

1 month ago.

"Congratulations, Min Suga. You have passed all tests and you are ready to graduate." His trainer passed him some papers and patted his back. "You did pretty well for someone who didn't go to college for a year."

"Thank you, sir. When will I be graduating?"

"Hm, well you know we don't do that ceremony crap, so you can leave whenever you want, you just need a bunch of papers to be given to you that say you graduated. You can even leave tomorrow if you want."